Neri

Col. Pashentzev

Close quarter combat

Pirate Island top brass command had a strict Dress Code for visitors of all ranks.

The Dress Code was progressively being used in live firing combat wherever possible. The temperate climate encouraged Undress. There would always be occasions when General Purpose Trousers (GPT) and General Purpose Shirts (GPS) were essential for their pockets. For the moment every soldier fights wearing only dog tags, boots, and arm bands signifying rank and enemy/friendly. Where applicable soldiers wear field belts with ammunition pouches and water, maybe even a bandolier with ammunition. They tuck compulsory bayonets into the side of their boots. A corporal takes great delight in ordering the visiting Russian Colonel who was visiting Pirate Island top brass command to strip naked.

“Colonel! Strip naked on the command...Strip!”

Major Adair passed his shrewd eye over the Russian Colonel’s exposed body. The Russian Colonel wanted to propose a terminal adventure, a close quarter combat manoeuvre. The major’s individual assessment was based on his own participation and current knowledge of requirements. In particular he had an instinctive eye for targets.

There were identifiable targets to which soldiers responded to with compelling force. To tell the truth soldiers achieved utmost satisfaction in combat situations. Every military cock fulfils its duty in the hostile combat zone by spurting...and spurting.

This story follows Colonel Pashentzev (Russian), his protagonist’s Privates Felipe and Jorge (Spanish-speaking m.p.’s) fighting close quarter combat alongside naked soldiers. The fate of the three fighters is strictly fortune of war where the outcome is neither predetermined nor predictable. Broadly speaking Pirate Island’s top brass command guarantee that all fighters enjoy themselves with impunity.

It’s a military miracle that the Russian Colonel had kept his bull-sized balls intact. Perhaps they swelled to this size fairly recently. Major Adair appreciated them. He wanted to feel them, position them against the cock, lick them with his tongue, and squeeze them tight until the Colonel screams in pain. A combat environment permitted extended ball play. Private soldiers recognized enemy Colonels’ balls as prime targets for bayonet blades. The gross size of the balls turned them into a weapon for choking lucky soldiers. They were a first class trophy. Major Adair concluded that the Colonel was introverted and shy; an extroverted soldier would have flaunted such bull-sized balls in front of his comrades. The time had come for the Colonel to curb his reticence; or was it fear? It was highly likely that the Colonel had deliberately avoided bayonet blade ball play during combat. Top brass command’s job was to force the Colonel to confront and conquer this fear in a dangerous combat situation. The military emphasis on aggression often masked areas of fear. This was the reason why soldiers were ordered to shout in full frontal combat situations.

Shouting heightens the pleasure derived from the combat moves. The victorious soldiers hold up the trophies shouting in exaltation; the castrated soldiers shout in horror, aghast at their rout.

There was another compelling reason why Major Adair was unsympathetic to the Colonel’s shyness. Major Adair had personally taken part in the U.S. marine steal the balls’ games. These were a popular variation of the steal the bacon games. Of course, he played games where the marines licked the army balls. The games provided a range of instructional basic infantry activities where two teams advanced to contact, fought face to face. A critical aspect of the game was that the soldiers could work over each another with impunity whilst in hostile territory. In this game they were required to capture three enemy soldiers, advance through the hostile territory to an execution point. Here they would spreadeagle the three captives on the ground. The controller expected them, as a courtesy, to wait until all three captives were spreadeagled before working over the cocks.

When the combat situation permitted, the n c o’s ordered soldiers to heckle the captives. The soldiers followed the heckling through by stealing the balls, a ceremonial hacking of the three captives. Swapping cock heads was an optional extra. Major Adair joked that “he would make the game compulsory military training”. He envied the young marines taking part in current events. Did the Russian military forces have the balls to organize similar training games?

Major Adair was a life member of the U.S. marine steal the balls club. He took an oath to promote the sport, identify suitable players and keep knowledge of the games strictly within the military forces. Consequently the Russian Colonel’s close quarter combat must be broadened to include a U.S. marine steal the balls game. He assumed his name was kept in a register. It would be difficult to keep the register up to date between tours of duty, casualties and actual game results. The authorities gave permission for players’ release from current duty. During the Cold War there were many fights, some even prestigious international games, in which life members fought. Major Adair hankered for these events and more wild combat scenes. He wished he had fought in World War 11. When he filled in an application form, he nominated Japanese paratroopers as his ideal opponents. WW11 stories of Japanese paratroopers torturing U.S. marine balls fired his imagination. The Japanese were obsessed with the size of U.S. marine cocks and balls. For diplomatic reasons the current Japanese command vetoed proposals for engagements with U.S. forces; they secretly fought against other Asian players. Major Adair would fight in the forthcoming hot marine engagement. Therefore, he misses out on fighting in any Russian engagements. He remembered when his superior returned from a mission in darkest Africa. Apparently the African fighters wore necklaces around their necks made from captured trophies. His superior found the necklace wearers fought with extra ferocity.

Major Adair smiled.

Lieutenant Wolfe had bragged to Major Adair about his conquests at a cock head swapping event. Two military policemen, Privates Felipe and Jorge, proved very capable at goading participants into swapping cock heads during the event. Lieutenant Wolfe proudly remembered the finale: the three of them flaunted rigid cocks down below and cock heads up above in their mouths. Major Adair resolved that Colonel Pashentzev would confront the fear. The Colonel would play bayonet blade sport against the two veteran Pirate Island privates (if they were still alive). It was tough that Major Adair would be unable to watch the Colonel confront his fear. The graphic fight between the Colonel and the two mps would be a thriller. He got a hard on imagining the screams of joy/anguish as they hacked off spurting cocks and bull-sized balls.

Top brass military command consider the merits of Colonel Pashentzev’s combat proposal. Who were they? They were the supreme officers who utilize the troops serving in the Pirate Island combat zone. The intention of the Pirate Island campaign, a sequence of dangerous combat events, was to enable troops to have fun. There were already major disagreements between the commanding officers. The current Field Commander had outstayed his posting; he rejected a particularly hot marine scenario out of hand. The top brass military command were determined to call in the seals (if necessary) to enact it in the following weeks. These officers were an integral part of the fighting and dying. They rotated in the field where necessary. As a breed top brass military command officers were unashamedly gung-ho, some would say hellacious. The job of arranging terminal combat required a degree of recklessness. The Russian field officer had inventive ideas for spreadeagling. Top brass command’s job was to ensure Pirate Island’s troops took part in and enjoyed a variety of challenges. It was a big job supplying enough ammunition for the mortars, rifles and machine guns firing during the airborne assault. Spreadeagling and kicking was inexpensive compared with supplying ammunition. Meanwhile, top brass command would discipline the Colonel to reinforce their authority over him.

“Colonel! Attent. Shun! Stand at ease! Legs wide apart! Flex both arms!”

They examined his powerful arms. Impressive... They wondered whether the Colonel had choked any enemy soldiers in combat.

“Sgt! Frisk the Colonel!”

Sgt Horn thrust his fist right up the Colonel’s arse.

“Room for a nine-inch cock, Sir!”

Sgt Horn’s fist caught the Colonel off guard, exposed his discretion about liking hard cock up the arse. Would the top brass military command punish him? Sgt Horn fisted arses infrequently; he didn’t care for the Colonel’s arse; many cocks pumped this arsehole.

Next Sgt Horn continued the inspection, frisking the Colonel for weapons. He found one strapped on the inside of the Colonel’s boots.

“A bayonet here, Sir!”

Sgt Horn plucked the bayonet out of the boots.

“Confirm, Sir! The bayonet has a castration blade. Sir!”

“Very well. Sgt. Show us his balls sitting on the bayonet blade.”

Sgt Horn carefully raises the balls onto the bayonet blade. Hairy. The balls tremble then firm up. The Russian cock raises itself to life.

“You’ve got a liking for the bayonet blade. Eh? Sir!”

“Sgt! String the Colonel up. Get the corporal to help you tie his arms upright in the X position.”

The Colonel’s stretched torso, with a very strong rib cage, looked magnificent in the spreadeagle position. A hairless chest, unremarkable cock. The powerful legs were a bi product of infantry training.

Lieutenant Wolfe had a ten-inch cock which was very thin. He proposed fucking the Colonel. A spreadeagled Colonel’s bareback aroused the ten inches cock. The lieutenant directly rammed it right up the Colonel’s arse, pure barebacked humping.

Second Lieutenant Jackson’s cock was nine inches long but thick. This cock rammed the arse of Corporal Murphy who needed disciplining for a military offence. Corporal Murphy rarely took cock up the arse.

Let’s make the close quarter combat a place for adventurous ball play. The soldiers’ adventure will be between their bayonet blades and balls. Let’s construct spreadeagling equipment and facilities on the killing ground. The Russians insist that their boots are hardy enough for prolonged kicking sessions. Close quarter combat calls for a spree where troops progress beyond professional killing to ball-to-ball frontal assault. This entails an inspection of torsos-to-torsos, hairy chests, umbilical points, groins in addition to flaunting the obligatory big load cocks and bull-sized balls. The troops engage in barebacked humping. Their cocks are assault weapons. There is no requirement for safe sex within a terminal engagement.

The Colonel’s earthiness motivated troops to follow him unto conquest in combat.

During the Colonel’s military career he parachuted into enemy territory on many occasions. He missed out on service in Afghanistan. Here, the Russian spetznaz special forces generated many fanciful stories about torture, terminal games and enticing atrocities. Troops discussed legendary spetznaz activities secretly in the barracks. Col Pashentzev convinced himself that hardened troops lusted after these terminal sports.

Pirate Island was the perfect location:

69 Bn, a mixed paratrooper unit, would shortly attack the Pirate Island troops. A close quarter combat event must be an orgy of indulgence in killing. Yet, he wanted gibbets, stakes, pegs, ropes to spreadeagle soldiers on the ground and in the air.

The Colonel’s popular scenario spreadeagled soldiers upright for old-fashioned thrashing. He held disciplinary parades: offenders were publicly spreadeagled upright and thrashed in front of the troops. He envied the nineteenth century army officer who could stage terminal thrashings with impunity.

The Colonel grunts with satisfaction. In a way the top brass command officers were totally humiliating him by fucking him into submission. The ten-inch cock penetrated the Colonel’s arse with determination and spunk.

Sgt Horn grasped the balls with his left hand, squeezed tight.

“Sgt. Down. Down on his cock. Sgt.”

Sgt Horn opened his mouth.

“Sgt. Open your mouth wider. That’s it. Look closely. Pump with your tongue.”

The Colonel couldn’t hide his pleasure when the ten-inch cock pumped up his arse.

Lieutenant Wolfe liked pumping a Russian Colonel up the arse. The fucking was relentless and searching. Second Lieutenant Jackson who was here on duty was a copycat. He thrust his nine-inch cock up Corporal Murphy’s arse. The corporal clenched his teeth in pain. Second Lieutenant Jackson grasped Corporal Murphy’s balls to intensify the pain with his right hand. Four erect cocks shot in unison at the climax.

Sgt Horn gagged when copious white fluid filled his throat.

“Sgt. Swallow it!”

Sgt Horn spewed up over the floor.

“Sgt. Pull your trousers down. Bend over. Hold your boots with your arms. Arse up.”

Captain George picked up a military belt, whacked the upright arse. Then, he paused, undid his own trousers, pulled out his cock, flicked it into erection, changed belts, whacked harder. Captain George’s cock became rock hard as he continued whacking the arse. Now there were welts showing up across the arse. The Capt. thrust his fingers into the Sgt Horn’s mouth. Sgt Horn gagged and spewed once more onto the floor. Captain George thrust his cock right up the Sgt Horn’s arse, grasped Sgt Horn’s cock roughly, fucked the arse, pulled the cock.

Major Adair whose duties included disciplining Captain George was a rugged belt master. He belted the Capt.’s arse. The sound of the belt’s whack belt electrified every man in the room. The Capt. responded by pumping his cock harder. Many cocks respond to brutal belt masters. Sgt Horn felt as if his balls would be crushed; he certainly had a sore arse. The Capt.’s cock exploded superabundantly. Sgt Horn felt the stream shoot up his arse.

Top brass command stipulated that the troops must earn the right to fight in this close quarter combat. What did this mean? A proven kill? Has the soldier shown exceptional bravery on the front line or mere survival from the initial Pirate Island landing and assault?

Col Pashentzev brought other news: Russian soldiers would parachute onto Pirate Island to capture, execute prisoners or just kill the defending soldiers. He had ordered the construction of gibbets and other execution fixtures. However, other Russian soldiers, trained in special forces martial arts, thrived on brawny confrontations. They asked to fight in a close quarter combat event if they survived the airborne assault. Close quarter events were usually planned for deliberate killing.

Top brass command officers simplified the close quarter combat to enable the troops to concentrate. Yes. The close-quarter combat would be spreadeagling, kicking, using bayonet blades for playing sport with bull-sized balls, swapping cock heads and choking necks (breaking them as another option).

Top brass command toyed with detail. Was it practical to impose stringent qualifications on the close quarter combat fighters? The paratrooper assault was expected to be fairly conventional in the use of grenades, mortars, machine guns and rifles. Could somebody be tasked to collect trophies from the fallen soldiers for the benefit of both sides? Would they give the Pirate Island Field Commander a cock head on arrival at the “rampage”? Can soldiers wear garlands across their chest, garlands of captured cocks and balls? Who would stack the balls?

Top brass command insisted on a formal parade and procession. After all the Imperial Roman gladiator games had started with the parma, a procession of gladiators entering and parading around the arena. An officer arranged for two exceedingly mean Drill Instructors, one Russian and one from Pirate Island, to conduct the parade. D.I’s, promoted for the occasion to one star wonder, would issue dress, drill and fighting instructions. The military dress of the day was boots, regulation small bayonets, dog tags and identifying arm bands’. On this occasion cock heads jutting out of mouths was an optional extra. Note that the parade mustered soldiers together for risky play. The pending violence of a parade ground full of soldiers would be extraordinary. The D.I’s guaranteed their own cocks would be fully erect in front of the parading troops. They trusted the parading soldiers would make the maximum effort to secure a cock head. A parade with standard rows of cock heads jutting out of mouths would be memorable. The D.I’s rather than the Commanders would inspect the ranks on this occasion. The Commanders parade behind the troops. The following procession was for detailed target reconnaissance of bigload cocks and bull-sized balls. The soldiers would keep the cock heads in their mouths until the procession’s end. Then the soldiers would stack the cocks on top of a mound of balls.

Two special force soldiers who had been demoted to privates as punishment provided language interpretation to the D.I’s. The privates clarified that both the Russians and the Pirate Island forces played dirty with balls. The Russian D.I. laughed in a deep base voice when he heard the account of a typical steal the balls’ scenario. In turn the Pirate Island D.I. learnt about the continuous skirmishes between the different ethnic groups within Russia. The emphasis on strict initiations within the barracks was striking; in some cases the violence went way beyond cutting balls to crushing heads and lots of hangings... A Russian naval equivalent of U.S. ‘seals’ loved to camouflage their bodies and balls.

There was a long tradition of spreadeagling within the Russian military forces. The cunning D.I’s combined the practice of spreadeagling with bayonet blade sport. The close quarter combat would result in a cock and ball paradise. How long would the close quarter combat last? Whilst the D.I’s organized their soldiers to play sport with their balls, it was a military fact-of-life that they were pitted against each other. The fight for the D.I’s was sine remissione, an Imperial Roman gladiator description which meant no quarter could be given and only one D.I.. could survive. Top brass command officers would confirm whether the Russian Colonel and the Pirate Island Field Commander would fight under sine remissione rules. Otherwise, the thrust of the close quarter combat was for soldiers to go on a killing spree. So be it...the sport might end when a single soldier has the last intact set of cock and balls.

The language interpreters, the demoted special force privates, sensed the toughness and meanness of their respective D.I’s. They weren’t surprised when the D.I’s refused permission for bare back fucking before the parade. For one thing they would be parading naked in front of all the participants. Bare back fucking was encouraged during the close quarter combat. It was a valid response to the violence. The Russian D.I. put his arms around the Pirate Island private in the choking position, gabbled in his own language.

The Russian private translated that the Russian D.I. had once choked a soldier who was fucking another soldier. It was great!

Top brass command decreed that every military cock had the duty to spurt at least once in the close quarter combat area. The D.I’s would try to make this possibly but it was a tall order. In their experience soldiers were more likely to hack the cock and balls off as soon as they could. This wouldn’t be easy to monitor. Top brass command had a cruel punishment, spreadeagling upside down, in mind for any soldiers who failed to spurt.

The D.I’s, or the D.I. if only one was left alive, would stop the general fighting when there were ample spreadeagled targets. The spreadeagled soldiers expose a line up of upside down cocks and balls. The bayonet blade sports players manhandle the cluster of exposed cock and balls and shout obscenities. The situation permits all participants to watch the hacking in great detail. The D.I’s nominate the soldiers to hack off the cocks and balls; others swap the cock heads as they wish. (Some soldiers might express interest in particular cocks and balls.) The bodies would be left hanging upside down by their boots.

After this, there would be an intentional piss pause before regrouping for the final phase of the close quarter combat. It will be interesting to check the targets.

Top brass command tasked a Pirate Island construction company for the building of the spreadeagle fittings in the close quarter combat killing zone. Construction troops customized two fields. Their work created the conditions for made-to-order terminal engagements. Pirate Island’s field commander had a section of ten men allocated to each engagement from the construction troops. A ploy demanded these troops join in the engagement; after all, they were in peak physical shape because of the construction work; it was sensible to use them to facilitate the fittings they had built. The construction company by its nature would be equipped with entrenching tools, picks, shovels, hammers, and various explosives.

Top brass command officers wanted the present Pirate Island Field Commander terminated. The first week’s combat engagements seem to have exhausted his enthusiasm for culling troops. The Russian D.I. was instructed to arrange for Russian troops to target the Pirate Island Field Commander. It would be appropriate if he fell alongside his fit privates against the Russian enemy troops. The Russians meant ‘fit’ as equipped with big load cocks and bull-sized balls. They had a number of specific male-to-male combat challenges in mind. Scalping the Commander’s balls was the plum event.

The D.I’s and the language interpreters stretched their brains to come up with a common vocabulary. It included DARE / FUCK/ ME / YOU / BAYONET / WATCH/ HELP / CUT / COCK / COMING/ BALLS / GOT THEM/ OVER HERE. Otherwise, soldiers were to shout obscenities in their own language. Some soldiers enjoyed hearing the garbled reports. “Dare I cut your balls off?! ” “I dare you to try. I’m going to cut off...your balls!”

“Help! He’s got my balls! Help!” “Yes. I’ve got your balls! Watch the bayonet!” “No. He’s cutting off my balls!” Then, they followed through with decisive personal action. “Bonzai!”

“Open your mouth wider, soldier. That’s it. Hold the cock. Steady.” Elsewhere: “Open your mouth wider, soldier. That’s it. Hold the cock. Steady.” Elsewhere:“Bonzai!” “He’s cutting off my balls!”

Spreadeagle stakes:

Ten engineers, responsible for the spreadeagling area, constructed a number of gibbet type solid sturdy fixtures which carry the weight of attached soldiers. The attachments were more complicated than usual. Some soldiers would be hanging upside down by their boots. They installed nooses because they intended to hang a few Russians just for fun.

Stakes, pegs and tight ropes were positioned on the ground, almost in the centre of each side’s designated area. Three soldiers were to be spreadeagled on the ground in each area. It’s always a mute point whether the spreadeagled soldiers will be sexuallyaroused by the fighting around them. Top brass command is asking a lot: they expect fighters to prime and pump the captive cocks at a vulnerable moment.

The brawny engineers were gravely interested in choking Russians. They made a pact to operate as a group whenever possible. This way they could have some fun and still defend each other. In addition they would terminate any D.I. who lost control. In short the engineers created an area of operation. It was up to the soldiers to use their physical brawn, bayonet blades, and combat skills.

M.P’s Mission:

Early this morning an airborne invasion propelled the Pirate Island troops into combat. Sgt Pedro valued Privates Felipe and Jorge as deadly military policemen. He expected them to survive the initial onslaught. Now they surprised him. He laughed.

“Well done, well done.”

What was their big secret? He discovered them with hacked off cocks and balls jutting out of their mouths. Shit.

“Allow me.”

Sgt Pedro examined the cocks in their mouths. They were fairly relaxed about the cocks.

“Tell me all about it.”

Sgt Pedro removed the cocks and balls carefully.

“Privates Felipe and Jorge. The good news is you qualify for the close quarter combat event; the bad news is Top Brass Command chose you for a dangerous mission.”

Sgt Pedro didn’t know the content of the close quarter combat mission. He was pleased that the mps under his command had acquitted themselves so well to the Top Brass Command. Privates Felipe and Jorge had already given themselves a deep thrill when they castrated the two Russian soldiers early today. The two privates could handle going on a cock and balls mission. Sooner or later they might lose their own cocks and balls. Top Brass Command had its own ideas for their future. Sgt Pedro inspected their pouches.

“More! How did you do it?”

Sgt Pedro placed the cocks and balls back into the pouches. Sgt Pedro had been notified. The Field Commander would be personally fighting alongside the Pirate Island privates during the day. He was required like them to arrive with a set of cock and balls jutting out of his mouth. Therefore, the emphasis on big load cocks and bull-sized balls narrowed the fighting focus. Privates Felipe and Jorge along with other front line soldiers, had to be suitably equipped with big load cocks and bull-sized balls, and rounded up for the event. The soldiers’ fortunes might hinge on an unexpected attack. Group scrum attacks broke necks. Sgt Pedro knew how soldiers enjoy choking one other.

“Privates. The D.I. will be conducting a parade at the assembly area. Report to him for further instructions immediately. It’s true that cock heads in mouths are optional for the parade. In your case it would be prudent to arrive with them jutting firmly out of your mouths. By the way guarantee your mission is successful. Otherwise top brass command will string you up by the balls and torture you to death.”

“Instructions understood. Sgt.”

“Very well. Privates. To your duties...dismiss!”

Sgt Pedro understood that he could be sending them to their deaths. Every mission carried a terminal risk; a mission organized by top brass command was presumably more dangerous than most; still, he was proud that they had chosen the m p privates under his command for the mission. He was interested to learn about their fate. Now he had to address the alternative combat zone scenario–an execution play with necks, nooses and gibbets. Sgt Pedro Executioner! Top brass command officers, n c o’s and hyperactive soldiers headed for a necktie party. Were any soldiers’ names already inscribed on nooses? Maybe Sgt Pedro’s name? He felt the draught on the shaven back of his neck. A noose would burn through the flesh.

The Parade:

The preparations were awkward. The D.I.’s handled unexpected items: the soldiers from both sides were in a foul mood. In a way a foul mood kept their aggressiveness on the edge. M Ps from both sides ordered the reluctant soldiers to hand in their weapons other than personal bayonets. The Russian soldiers graduated from boot camps with extensive close quarter combat skills. In fact the Pirate Island troops were behind in this respect. Some Russians found the naked body exposure confronting. Many of the Russian soldiers were exhausted after the airborne landing and subsequent attacks. In turn the Pirate Island troops suffered a let down. A number of soldiers from both sides were strays undermining the fighting spirit of the close quarter combat group. The D.I.’s resolved than an example must be made of two of them. Two would fight to the death in a first blood attack before the main group attacks. Then, there was the question of the optional extra cock and balls in the mouth. The D.I.’s really wanted every man to flaunt a trophy.

The number of soldiers reporting to take part in the close quarter combat was considerably larger than the original plan. Broadly speaking the Russians had a two to one superiority over the Pirate Island forces. The D.I. appealed to the Field Commander for extra fighters to regain numerical parity between both sides. The extra fighters came from a recent intake; their bravado and guts might make up for their combat inexperience. In fact the Field Commander valued their brawn as a possible security shield. It was true that the odds were stacked up against him. This described many combat situations in the past.

He determined to surprise the Pirate Island top brass command by living for another day.

After all he had a secret: he enjoyed commanding soldiers to their deaths.

The D.I’s relished the larger numbers of soldiers on the parade. During the close quarter combat there would be some awkward moments. For instance, a shortage of hanging space dictates bodies are cut down to make room for the newly noosed. Their job was to ensure the killing momentum sustained itself. Fighting in close quarter combat–in bare hands with bayonet blades but without other weapons-- was the pinnacle for some chosen warriors. Today the composition of the Russian fighters changed according to the strength of the airborne invasion. The dicks of the reckless Pirate Island troops would shortly explode.

FFL: Motto: Living by chance, loving by nature, killing by profession.

Col. Pashentzev fights to the end

The engineers are affectionately called sappers. Ten of them constructed gibbet type solid sturdy fixtures. The mission was to capture and position ten captives some of whom would be hanging upside down by their boots. Some soldiers get pleasure from pulling down camouflage trousers to expose the packages. They will miss out today on this pleasure as all fighters are naked. The sappers who went to a lot of trouble wondered why ten captives was the magic number. Of course not! Both Drill Instructors had plans to continue. Sappers Thomas and Williams had an additional task of filling up and positioning buckets of clear water throughout the entire killing zone. They were amused to learn that the water was meant for the washing of sliced off cocks and balls. Apparently some of the soldiers gagged at the blood when cocks were shoved into their mouths.

The parade organisers were pleased with the number of soldiers with cock heads jutting out of their mouths. In this case they built a construction where ten captured targets are executed together in a timing of military precision. The Drill Instructor ordered Sappers Thomas and Williams to be on duty beside the execution spot. That meant they were separated from the sappers who agreed to fight as a wolf pack. Their task was to assist in the capturing and positioning of targets, ensure the captured targets were bound into position with cocks and balls totally vulnerable to the awaiting knives. A Russian target escaped. His place was taken by one of our soldiers.

The sappers lived in a military world full of mines, fences, roads and bridges. Up to this moment they had not heard soldiers crying and shouting out “Please sir! Let me keep my cock and balls!”

No amount of pleading would stop the execution. Their executioners comforted the distressed soldiers by pulling off their cocks. It didn’t matter that the cocks spurted over everything.

The Drill Instructors ordered the ten executioners to take their place and unsheathe their knives.

The knives had a sharp serrated edge. The Drill instructors gave their orders almost as a parody of a military lesson. Firstly they had to position their legs apart for stability; secondly they had to grasp both the cock and the balls in one hand—there were three left-handers, an unusual phenomena; and thirdly the Drill Instructors blew a whistle. At this moment everybody sliced off the cocks and balls, raised them high above their heads and then shouted “sir, cocks cut”. The two sappers were thrilled by the spectacle even if they regretted the loss of six of their own soldiers.

The two sappers returned to the chaotic killing ground with a new problem. Their cocks were conspicuously erect and immediately attracted unwanted attention from the enemy. The enemy in this case are Russians who welcome a challenge. There was no respite: the fight was full-on. The Drill Instructor ordered them to stop and return to duty. There was to be a second round of ten executions. The Drill Instructor saw that they were disappointed; so far they hadn’t had a chance to slice off a cock and balls. He could now assess their packages—the enemy would consider them prime targets.

Both Drill Instructors had a more serious problem. The field commander of the friendly forces and Col. Pashentzev representing the Russian forces were present in the killing zone. It was assumed that they would meet up with one another and duel to the death. The Russian Drill Instructor had a different scenario in mind. Both leaders would have six or so guards to protect them. Why not spread-eagle both of them on the ground? Then they could watch the guards protect as they used the knives of each other’s cocks and balls. The finale would come when a guard succeeds in breaking through and castrating one or both of the leaders. The friendly force Drill Instructor disagreed in one critical matter: he wanted both leaders to show their mettle by personally castrating an opposing guard.

The friendly force field commander was having none of the above scenarios. He considered it “given” that he would fight Col. Pashentzev. A series of fights within a closed circle had advantages. The initial fights could be the six or so hand picked guards protecting the leaders but fighting each other to the death. This would be seen by a maximum number of soldiers from both sides. It was essential that the victors display the severed cocks and balls so that every soldier sees them. The leaders follow on with a fight to the death. Then, the soldiers fight in a free-for-all in the circle area.

Col. Pashentzev had so far kept his cock and balls intact. That might be about to change. It’s no secret that Maj Adair wanted him to participate in a game called Steal the Balls. Players cut off cocks and balls. Would a player cut off Col. Pashentzev’s cock and balls? That remains to be seen.

The Russian military was full of ambitious officers who saw Col. Pashentzev as an obstacle to their career paths. For example, Col. Marisakov wanted promotion to a higher rank. As far as he could tell the Pirate Island mission was a holiday for the Russians. The Russian troops had yet to fight Pirate Island troops to the death. He flew into Pirate Island as an official military observer. Whilst he was cunning and every bit the stereotype of a traitor conspirator it was still damned difficult to get to the sources of information about the Col’s proposed combat plans. It was even more difficult to find somebody who would be fighting with him. The possible breakthrough came when he heard about the praetorian guard. Surely one, two or three guards could be persuaded to do their duty “in the interests of Russia” etc. Then, he heard about the Drill Instructor. In his experience Drill Instructors were uncompromisingly tough and would personally kill a target if necessary. In this case Col Marisakov had to intercept the Drill Instructor and order him to enlist one, two or three ready, willing and able cock and ball assassins. Col. Marisakov had an impeccable record for a conspirator; he took credit for military successes and ensured worthy officers were sidelined or shipped to regional blood baths.

The central authority directing Pirate Island combat events had its own ideas about observers. A designated killing zone was exactly that. There could be no such thing as an observer in a killing zone. Every soldier was present to kill or be killed. In short they decreed that observers were participants and must be ready to fight. This wasn’t quite what Col. Marisakov expected. For one thing he had been able to protect his own cock and balls from blade scrutiny. It remains a mystery whether he ever cut off any cocks and balls in the course of duty. Nevertheless his current mission was to order somebody to slice off Col. Pashentzev’s cock and balls. As an observer he had no security backup as such. He was allocated a Russian speaking driver, a rough and tough pte. The pte with the crude, peasant, manners would prove his strength in an unexpected attack. He ran over one attacker, stopped the vehicle, and physically confronted the second attacker. He behaved like a gorilla grasping the attacker around the neck. Col. Marisakov heard a pop as the neck was broken. Such an attack could not be explained by the central authority. It wasn’t supposed to happen! In fact Col. Pashentzev had got wise to Col. Marisakov’s visit and possible mission. The attack was a failure but a first step. The question was when would the visiting Col. arrive in the designated killing zone? Fatalities within the killing zone were expected and indeed welcomed. Col. Pashentzev was faced with fighting two enemies—the troops of the friendly force Field Commander plus the individual Col. Marisakov from his own Russian side.

The Field Commander overstretched himself. He had to lead a formal parade and then move on to fight as commander over a praetorian guard versus Col. Pashentzev with his praetorian guard. The personnel were already positioned at the designated site. He was sorry that he would miss the variety of activities following the parade. Yet, he delegated wisely.

There were three main activities: the sappers had constructed ten execution positions ideal for cutting off cocks and balls. The fighters for this section could be captured anywhere in the killing zone. After capture they are stripped to boots only. The lucky ones are held upside down by their boots with their cocks and balls ready for the blade. The fighters in the gallows area were expected to have bare chests and wear boots. Camouflage trousers are an optional extra. The friendly force Drill Instructor was ordered to report and fight to the gallows site. Last but not least the Russians had demanded a dedicated space for terminal neck play. A Russian driver had shown his prowess in this skill a day or so before. The Russian Drill Instructor was ordered to report and fight here. Fighters here have bare chests, wear boots and camouflage trousers.

The MPs strictly guarded the perimeter of the killing zone. They had already arrested a Russian Col. and his driver and were awaiting instructions. They expected to deliver them to the killing area. There was a predictable, military, stuff up. The MPs dumped the driver into the terminal neck play area. The MPs delivered the Russian Col. to the execution area. He didn’t take too kindly to his instant stripping. His screams and howls added to the sadistic pleasure of ten executioners. Rank counts for nothing for an executioner. Cocks and balls count. There was a match in heaven between the serrated edge knife blade and the Col’s cock and balls. The Col. was totally uncooperative as they tipped him upside down and secured him to his place. His screams and howls would eventually die down during the waiting period. Eventually the ten positions would be filled. This gave the Russian Col. time to consider his fate. It was a macabre fact that this was a second round of executions. The executioners relished the additional shift. In their minds cocks and balls looked even better when they sliced them off. They still had to wait until the ten positions were filled. Their mission was to slice off ten cocks and balls synchronised and following strict disciplinary orders. As a footnote the MPs were secretly impressed. They were glad the Russian Col. was humiliated, military correction disciplined, and last sighted with his cock jutting out of his mouth. They were “sorry” for the misunderstanding but unlikely to be reprimanded in a killing zone.

The Field Commander insisted on the formal parade. The troops lined up in boots, camouflage trousers and bare chests. He arrived accompanied by Privates Felipe and Jorge all with cocks and balls jutting out of their mouths. These ptes belonged the the MPs but were on special leave today. They must have returned to duty immediately after the parade. They are not mentioned in any of the subsequent accounts. The message was clear to all present. The Field Commander didn’t need to say an extra word. The soldiers took it in. The few soldiers who complied with the parade instructions to have cock heads already in their mouths were shortly rewarded. By the end of today’s combat event many soldiers would have cock heads jutting out of their mouths.

The Field Commander’s 2IC placed necklaces across firstly the FC’s chest, then Privates Felipe and Jorge plus the remaining few soldiers who qualified. The necklaces looked terrific against hairychests. The soldiers removed the cocks from their mouths and put them into the camo pockets. The Russians found it strange that they were formally parading with the enemy. They were amazed at the generosity of the Field Commander in providing them with knife blades. Furthermore they could keep them and not have to hand them back. The main function of these knife blades was preferably to slice off cocks and balls. The blades were certainly sharp and tucked nicely into the inside of their boots.

They were uncomfortable at first with displaying male flesh. They got used to it and some Russians even leapt at the chance to fight nearly naked. This was not something that was part of their everyday military service or indeed something their climate encouraged. Nor were they used to making decisions about where to go. The soldiers with the paws gravitated to the terminal neck play area. It was located out of sight on the other side of a hill. The soldiers who marched there would find it difficult to change their mind.

The two Sgt’s leading the march were top choices for the position. Both had excelled in the gymnasium of their respective military academies. The martial arts and sports training stood them in good stead for their military careers. Above all the military had brainwashed them into accepting multiple, and usually, terminal outcomes. They explained the facilities on arrival in their languages so that there were no misunderstandings. How could there be misunderstandings when brute force was the main activity? An open air, dirt floor, central boxing rink is specifically for terminal boxing matches. There are limited places for boxers who have no qualms about fighting no-wholes-barred.

The fighters will abide by no rules other than to pulp the opponent to death. It’s a bonus if balls are crushed and blood sprayed from head to toe. The fighting will be continuous. The place of a fallen boxer will be immediately taken by the next boxer in line. The ancient Romans had a bright idea when gladiators fought to the Last Man Standing. Stand beside the central rink if you are game. In the situation where a boxer pins an opponent against the supporting ropes be assured they are strong enough to punch the daylights out of the opponent. If you do not think you are brutal enough there are other options.

The central boxing rink is surrounded by satellites of enclosed boxing rinks. Where boxers throw their opponents out of the rink the opponents must move to the unrestrained wrestling and neck breaking area. This is designed for those boxers who do not comfortably fit into the following categories:

gut punching is suitable for boxers who like to work in groups. One or two boxers restrain the opponent to permit serious gut punching;

there are at least two variations on a circle choke. The most effective is also the slowest and requires strong arms. Hands up if you have strong arms. Show of arms. Good. The fighters outstretch their arms to the necks of the opponents beside them in the circle. The aim is to attack the Adams Apple and other parts of the neck. Twelve fighters is a usual starting number. Let me interrupt by stating that there is a starting whistle for each fight. The process here is awkward, clumsy and slow. the fighters will all go through the stages of pain, difficult breath, maybe protruding tongues, and going in and out of consciousness. The fight progresses when fighters slump unconscious to the floor. The fighters regroup. When the fighters regain consciousness they return to their position in the circle. The hottest circle choke variation requires erect cocks spurting up arses as the fighters choke one another.

One rink is designated for fighters who prefer face-to-face plus unknown hands at the back of the neck action. This is strictly for choking masters.

What happened to the Russian Col’s driver? The Sgt assessed that he would fight best in the unrestrained wrestling and neck breaking area. That would prove to be so.

Both Sgts moved from one rink to another. They were surprised that the soldiers got stuck into hard core fighting so quickly. Gut punching sounded limited in scope but, boy oh boy, soldiers loved using their bare fists. Also, they liked restraining opponents. There was an overlap between assaulting the head here and the full-scale boxing matches. Essentially the boxers inflicted head injuries which resulted in blood pouring down from faces to chests.

Two of the circle choke fighters wore the cock necklaces across their chests. This added visual interest to the slow process. Both Sgt’s joined in the fighting when invited; their role was usually limited to restraining a target so that he could be dealt with; they had mastered the circle choke with practice. They stood on either side of a soldier and demonstrated how the circle choke worked. The soldier thought he was done for and called a halt. The fighters laughed. That’s what we want to happen! Nevertheless the Sgts returned to this rink later to make adjustments to the arm positioning. It was easy for the arm to slip out of the best position. It was deliberately difficult as most soldiers used the back of their hands for force. The vulnerable pressure point for the neck was in front. Once the fighters increased the pressure they made progress. A friendly force soldier was the first to lose consciousness and slump onto the ground. This gave the remaining fighters confidence. The circle choke promoted “friendly fire”. After a soldier slumped unconscious to the ground the players linking up could very well be from their own side. The circle choke was designed for maximum choking results. The side was immaterial. The choking process was deliberately deceptive. The fighters were unaware that they were slipping in and out of consciousness. The squeezing on their Adams Apple was almost sensuous.

The rink for the face-to-face enthusiasts was overcrowded. That’s why unseen and unknown assailants had such success from behind. Nevertheless maximum brawn was essential. The soldiers who fared best were able to withstand attacks from behind. Both Sgts dropped in and scored. They set up a three man team where they choked the lucky soldier in the middle who in turn choked the first soldier. To add sexual satisfaction the Sgts fucked the middle soldier who in turn fucked the first soldier. The combination of choking with bareback fucking was a potent one. It was a bit late to be worried about safe sex. The first two soldiers felt cocks spurting up their arse as unknown hands choked them from behind. The effective rape and wild randomness excited the soldiers. Scoring a choke or two was exactly what today’s fighters expected of them. The choking became electrifying as the fallen bodies stacked up. Somehow choking was even more satisfying as the fighter tripped over bodies.

The rink with the unrestrained wrestling and neck breaking area was dedicated to sportsmen. They were skilled in groping cocks and crushing balls. It was tricky to open up the front of the camouflage trousers but it could be done. A particular, popular, move was to pin the opponent back down on the floor, manhandle the cock until it spurted, move on to crush the balls and, as a finale, break the neck. The Russian Col’s driver couldn’t believe the thrill he got on the first kill. He wet his pants. The second kill was even more exciting. Perhaps he got too foolhardy but the third opponent kicked him solidly in the balls. The pain seared through his guts. Before he could consider a next move the opponent threw him against the side of the rink. The opponent punched the shit out of him. It was standard no-wholes-barred wrestling except that the opponent could go all the way. He did. The driver slumped lifeless to the ground.

Were there any soldiers who felt left out? The Sgts had a boxing rink in reserve. There were only ten soldiers but that was enough for a cock cutting game. Their only options were to play this game or return to the macho boxing rink where their chances of surviving were zilch. The Sgts ordered them to open up the flies of their camouflaged trousers, bring out their cocks and balls and then fasten the flies such that the cocks and balls are fully exposed for a knife blade. Did they pick up a knife blade? Hands up. Only eight hands. The two soldiers missing a blade had to scrounge a blade from bodies in adjacent rinks. They held up the start but that gave the Sgts time to explain the game. They didn’t like the sound of it. It was clear that their cocks were in serious danger. The balls were not highlighted. They had chosen to leave the hard core choking areas. Nor could they disobey the Sgts. Essentially the game was a variation of a circle jerk. Eight soldiers surround two soldiers. The game starts when the two soldiers slowly pull their cocks. The next move happens when one or both of the cocks spurt for all to see. The two soldiers unsheathe their blades and attack. The objective is to cut off the opponent’ s cock. Another two soldiers take their place. This time the masturbation takes longer. The bystanders look on in envy at the splendid cocks. They catch the attention of one of the Sgts. He gives them permission. Two soldiers storm into the circle.

Their blades cut off the two magnificent cocks. Never under estimate wounded soldiers. They rallied and attacked the intruders. Grasping the cock and balls was the easy part. The Sgts had expressed the wish that all cocks spurt before any cutting. Who would believe that vanilla sex could be so downright dangerous? The cocks duly spurted. The cock cutting followed. The supervising Sgt recommended that the remaining four soldiers step into the circle. Here they could take their time masturbating. But wait. There is a soldier left over from the first encounter. He takes a place even though his cock spurted once. This time the cock cutting attacks start when the fourth soldier’s cock spurts. Some of the soldiers see the humour in the situation. How could they be conned into cock cutting? Surely choking would have been easier. The Sgt counts aloud. “One.” A cock spurts. “Two.” The fifth cock spurts. Obviously the threat of cock cutting stimulates this cock.

“Three.” Bingo, the third cock spurts profusely. There is an anxious pause. “Four.” The last two cocks spurt in unison. The five soldiers work out with knife blades on one another. There is no love lost between any of them. They are happy to cock cut other soldiers’ cocks but not so happy when it is their own cock cut. They are not finished. The Sgts order them to systematically cut off all their balls. They flinch but go ahead. It’s spooky to cut off the balls from under the gaping, bloody wound. The blood is everywhere.

The Russian Drill Instructor remembered all the valuable tricks from his early days in a boot camp gymnasium. Furthermore, it was his job to attend to the fighters who had lost consciousness.

Would they wake up or should he give them the coup de grace? The heaps of unconscious fighters stacked up in the enclosed boxing rinks turned him on for an unknown reason. The boxing rinks were simply not big enough for a splendid array of male bodies with boots jutting out.

The Sgts had learnt the hard way never to stop terminal fighting. The fighting would peter out when the fighters were totally exhausted. The adrenaline required for multiple killings was a potent drug.

The fighters wanted to progress from killing now to the next killing. Of course, they would start to make mistakes and be vulnerable. That went with the territory. Also, they moved from one rink to another.

The rink with the gut punchers had fewer terminal casualties. Why was that? The punches had much strength. Perhaps the soldiers had tough guts able to withstand the assault.

There were surprises within the unrestrained wrestling and neck break rink. Some soldiers were held upside down usually on the back of a soldier. Where there was co-operation the opponent’s cock and balls were freed from the camouflage trousers. Lucky co-operators unsheathed their knife blades, went ahead and cut off the exposed cocks and balls. This was the first cock cutting for most of these soldiers. Wow! There were almighty screams at this unexpected turn of events. The screams added to the excitement and danger. Another upside down variation required the target to rest against the rink ropes with legs spread apart and boots swinging in the air. This appealed to dumb and dumber soldiers. They held the boots up in the air, kicked the face in with their own boots. A bulge reminded them that the cock and balls needed attention. The serrated edge knife blades did an outstanding job. Top marks!

The Sgts returned to the circle choke area. The process required a second stage where they formed up facing one another. The survivors were already disappointed and exhausted. Good.

Position hands on a spare neck. Their arms and hands were literally short of strength. In spite of this obstacle some soldiers got into the hang of it—as it were— and applied pressure. Sooner or later the pressure worked. Soldiers lost consciousness and slumped to the ground. The Sgts insisted that they now complete the choke. They bent over. Funnily enough this made their own necks vulnerable. Attackers from behind locked onto their necks. Now there were two chokes in progress. The Russian Drill Instructor’s duties included finishing off soldiers but he needed assistance in the rinks. There were too many unconscious bodies stacked up on the ground. The Sgts decided not to worry. The Morgue Unit personnel could work it out. It was unlikely that there would be any medical evacuations. The boxing area didn’t even have any water to wash away blood.

Two of the friendly force fighters were a lost cause. Neither showed any guts. The Sgt. responsible for friendly forces chose to discipline them off to the execution area. The Russian Drill Instructor had not encountered the Russian Sgt. before on duty. He would have liked to invite him to join in some of the other activities; he realised that the Sgt’s would have to organise the Morgue Unit staff to put the bodies into military body bags and arrange their removal. The Morgue staff may have private arrangements to collect cocks and balls for necklaces and other trophies. The friendly force Sgt asked him to accompany the two fighters to the execution area. The two fighters knew they were in the poo but there was nowhere to escape to. They marched to an unknown execution.

Who knows? Whilst they were living there was hope. The Russian Drill Instructor took the precaution of padlocking their hands together. In fact a camouflage hat would have been helpful in the burning sun. The three chests were drenched in manly sweat.

The friendly force Drill Instructor had identified seven shirkers from both sides. In theory the quota of ten executions was filled. There’s always an extra shirker or two to complicate the issue.

Sappers Thomas and Williams didn’t mind the complication. They consulted the executioners who were happy to help. It was agreed that the Sappers would cock cut the two extra shirkers. They positioned a shirker at either each end awaiting the synchronisation. One of the executioners asked the Sappers for a special request. When the execution time arrived he asked them to get their cocks erect. It would be nice if their cocks spurted at the same moment as the executioners sliced off the cock and balls. The executioners didn’t think of doing it in the first round of executions. But, hell, their cocks demanded it. They had thought of pulling off the cocks shortly to be executed. That was only fair. They would repeat it today.

Another executioner chatted up Sapper Thomas.

“First time?”

“You can see I am excited.”

“Yes. The Sappers select soldiers with top cocks.”

“And where are you from?”

“I’m Infantry. My colleagues here today would love to do you and your Sapper friend over.”

“Is that a threat or a promise?”

“It’s not every day that we see such magnificent cocks begging for attention.”

“Any your knife blades will give them this special attention?”

“Well, yes, after we have carried out our duty we can celebrate.”

“With a cock cutting party? That sounds like a promise.”

For the first time Sapper Thomas looked intently at the Infantry cock. Yes, he would love to cock cut it. They both smiled knowing full well what they had in mind.

The Russian Drill Instructor was reluctant to strip when he arrived at the site. For one thing it was awkward to take off his camouflage trousers and then put his boots back on. He was drafted by chance to blow the whistle and shout out the key orders. There was no other option. He was coy about showing his cock. In this respect he was similar to the Russian Col. Pashentzev. It was deeply embarrassing that his cock responded to the complete scenario in front of him. Now that he was naked he could not hide the reality that knife blade threats turned him on. On a wishful thinking day the executioners would not discover this but, of course, they did and would shortly act on this knowledge.

The ritual was followed to the nth degree, step by step, but the result was truly impressive. The Russian Drill instructor did the honours in accordance with his drill mind. He didn’t know that the executioners would knife a Russian Col.

He ordered the twelve executioners to take their place and unsheathe their knife blades. He felt his cock erect. Damn but then his eye caught the display of other erect cocks. The following orders were a parody of a military lesson. First: position legs apart for stability. Second: grasp both the cock and balls in one hand. Third: blow the whistle. Fourth: do it. The Russian Col. screamed “No.

Don’t do it!“ in Russian. The cocks of the two sappers and six executioners spurted profusely. The other four executioners had to manhandle their cocks before they spurted.

The executioners held the severed cocks and balls high up into the air. Then they shouted in unison “Sir, cocks cut in accordance with orders.”

It was well worth the military hurry up and wait. Everybody agreed that the serrated edge knives worked according to the textbook. Well, not exactly a textbook but a promotional brochure. “The knife blades are guaranteed to slice off the biggest cocks and bull-sized balls”. Somebody in authority would discreetly give sales representatives positive feedback. Sappers Thomas and Williams forgot that everybody present in the execution area was naked. No matter. They were exhibitionists and thrilled to be flaunting their erect cocks to the world. The ten executioners had frisky urges. Today was the second shift. Cutting off erect cocks and balls was the pinnacle of their military careers.

The Russian Drill Instructor twigged that one of the executed soldiers had shouted out in Russian.

He examined him. He was older than the other Russians. Where is his uniform? Saints protect me.

He is a Col. Immediately he knew that the Russian military would hang, draw and quarter him without mercy. Who did the deed? An executioner stepped forward, grabbed the Russian Drill Instructor’s cock and pulled it off. The cock spurted all over his hand. The executioner slapped the cum all over the Instructor’s face. Such insolence was unforgivable. The Instructor unsheathed his blade and faced the executioner. Nobody was surprised at this turn of events. Before the Sappers could say “cock Robin” the fighting started. Both fighters enjoyed the nakedness. The contest was equal as both cocks dripped a few drops— the last few drops as it happened. The executioner’s cock and balls were the first to go. The Sappers responded to the promise. They attacked two executioners. Sapper Williams thought he had won a Las Vegas casino prize when he held a set of cock and balls in his hand. Such casinos impose a hefty price tag which he would shortly pay.

Another executioner sliced off his cock and balls. Shock. Horror. The Russian Drill Instructor captured Sapper Thomas and held him as a shield in front. The hostage gave him a short respite.

The combat reality was that Sapper Thomas’s cock and balls were exposed. The Russian Drill Instructor laughed as an executioner sliced off Sapper Thomas’s cock and balls. The Sapper still held the knife blade and lunged at his cock executioner. No go. Another executioner dragged him away from the clutches of the Russian Drill Instructor whose cock was once again erect and in danger. This time three executioners moved in on the Russian Drill Instructor. It looked like a scene from a classic Western movie. The Russian Drill Instructor defended himself very well but sooner or later he would fall. That was best. Torture and execution in a Russian military prison would not be pleasant. To the surprise of himself and two executioners he sliced off two sets of cocks and balls. No kidding! The third executioner spared him from a prison fate but thoughtfully shoved his severed cock into his mouth. Elsewhere an executioner misjudged the threat from the emasculated Sapper Thomas. It was his big mistake. The Sapper made up for lost time by cock cutting the executioner. The Sapper intentionally put the severed cock into his own mouth and beckoned the executioner to choke him. The executioner was happy to oblige even if he was now in a state of wound trauma. The surviving executioners were now so wound up they were unable to stop fighting. Their cocks had returned to an erect state and needed attention. They did make a point of shoving cocks into mouths wherever practical before they returned to fighting. The Russian Drill Instructor looked splendid with a cock jutting out of his mouth. They had no intention of returning to base and the routine of regular military life. Contrary to expectations two of them were masochistic.

The blade threat turned their cocks on. They dreaded but desperately wanted a fighter to cut off their cocks and balls. All the fighters looked down at the erections, thanked their cocks for a last time. One or two cocks spluttered. They looked back at one another, smiled then advanced to contact. In truth the military organisers would have been impressed. They missed out on seeing the fighters screaming with laughter and just screaming as the cock cutting reached it’s climax.

By the time a patrol reached the site thirteen, naked, bodies, lay on the ground most with cocks jutting out of their mouths. The executed twelve remained upside down, boots in the air with blood oozing down. The executioners had paused to swap cocks and shove them into mouths. The Morgue Unit staff were impressed. They, too, would vouch for the serrated knife blades. The Col’s body was as stiff as the other bodies. So much for Rank. His uniform which might have been used in evidence was thrown into a disposable waste container. KIA.

The friendly force Drill Instructor didn’t go down too well with the Russian soldiers in the gallows area. Hanging was a central component of their wartime history especially WW11. The Russian soldiers who had mastered hanging in the battlefield dismissed him early in the scene. They awaiting the appropriate moment but ganged up on him when the opportunity was there. The friendly force Drill Instructor was dumb when it came to hanging. That suited the Russian soldiers.

They noosed him in style and raised him off the ground almost as a ritual. He was slightly embarrassed when his cock cracked a fat. The bulge was obvious in his camouflage trousers. A soldier took care of that. The soldier removed the erect cock and balls for all to see. It was a shame to miss out on the promising cum so the lucky soldier swallowed the cum. Only after the cock had spurted did he unsheathe his serrated edge knife blade. My! The Drill Instructor’s cock and balls looked good when held up high for all to see. The soldier thought the severed cock would look even better jutting out of the Drill Instructor’s mouth. Another soldier lent him his shoulders to stand on. This was necessary to get to the height of the Drill Instructor’s face. The gibbets were intentionally set high above the ground. Once a target was strung up there was no way he could evade the hanging. Some soldiers laughed when they saw hanging soldiers thrusting their boots into the air. It was futile but a regular part of hanging. There was no question about it. Hanging promoted a sperm panorama best sighted with multiple targets. Some of the soldiers took risks when they started cocksucking on hanging targets. It was gratifying when opponents noosed them as they cock sucked. The opponents in turn got an erection. Two friendly force soldiers managed to fuck hanging Russians. This was quite a feat for the moment until they, too, were noosed from behind. The noosing was dirty. Nobody was spared either face to face or from behind. A degree of co-ordination and co-operation was required to fix the loose nooses.

The Field Commander had a vivid imagination. His 21C related glimpses of the fighting of his troops and the Russian enemy. But now the 21C escorted him to his praetorian guard who would defend him. A number of scenarios had been discussed but eventually his superiors harked back to the good old ways. Trust the U.S. marines. They had a steal the balls game which was a popular variation of the steal the bacon games.

The military objective was simple. Cut off the balls and/ or the cocks. All soldiers wear boots but are naked otherwise. The serrated blade knives slip comfortably within easy read inside the boot. The praetorian guards fight to the death to protect either the Field Commander or the Russian Col. Pashentzev. In this instance they face one another but are spreadeagled into position in a slight rise for visibility. The idea is that one or both of them will see the victorious praetorian guard(s) slice off the set of cock and balls. As a matter of fact they both have cocks of an impressive size. The Russian Col’s bull-sized balls are the prize of today. All the praetorian guards agree on that observation.

The Field Commander asked his 21C to leave immediately or strip naked and join in. The 21C was torn in different directions but decided to strip. In fact the 21C had the biggest cock onsite but ordinary sized balls. The Field Commander gave his verbal appreciation to the 21C. The 21C felt that he had missed out on cutting off cocks and balls and now was the immediate chance to do something about it. He might never have the same opportunity. The Field Commander handed a whistle to be blown at the beginning to the 21C.

Two guards positioned themselves beside each leader. Each praetorian guard unit then dispersed to separate positions a few hundred yards away. After the whistle was blown they patrolled forward such that they would clash within sight of the leaders. Their only weapon was the serrated knife blade. The 21C got his wish. He attacked and overcome a guard. The blade was terrific. He sliced off the erect cock in one go but had to return to slice off the balls. He thought he was doing the guard a favour when he shoved the severed cock into his mouth. It isn’t everybody who can boast that they tasted their own cock. Meanwhile, the 21C’s big cock attracted attention. The supporting praetorian guards heckled him about it. They overlooked the point that they had been chosen especially because they had impressive sized cocks and balls. Another three guards from both sides fought man-to-man, cock to cock, ball to ball. Another reason they had been chosen was that they were expert killers. It followed that every confrontation would result in at least one severed set of cocks and balls. In this instance six sets! That’s a total of seven sets already. But, the author is getting ahead of himself.

The guards tended not to shout or scream but the 21C recommended they do closer to the leaders. After all the leaders are spreadeagled in suspense wondering if and when they might lose their cock and balls. The praetorian guards had already decided that they would slice off the cocks and balls of both leaders. If it was good enough for them to lose their own cocks and balls it was good enough for the leaders to lose theirs. Meanwhile they could have some killing fun on the way.

The Russian guards were not so thrilled to lose their cocks and balls. If they had their way they would machine gun the enemy. This close quarter fighting sucks.

Now there’s fighting within distant sight range of the leaders. They see eight fighters slashing away with their serrated knives. This time there is a scream as one guard loses his cock and balls. That’s more like it. It’s not clear which side he was on.

The fighting and the threat stimulate the cocks. By now nearly every guard in the advance to contact has a roaring fat. The four guards protecting the leaders ask their leaders if they wish them to pull their erect cocks off. The Field Commander agrees but qualifies it by asking his guards to cum over his chest and rub it in. Col. Pashentzev was still shy even in these situations. He was confident that his cock would spurt without their attention. Remember his cock responded to the threat of a knife. The leaders agree as if may be the last time their cocks spurt.

Col. Pashentzev was not the slightest bit surprised when his two guards responded to an attack.

His own cock spurted profusely as he saw the cocks and balls of the two guards sliced off. Opposite him Russian guards attacked the Field Commander’s guards with similar success. He wanted his cock to spurt again.

The climax of the game was to steal the balls and/or the bacon. Col. Pashentzev finally understood the meaning of the game in English. Steal the balls referred to balls and Steal the bacon referred to cocks. The Field Commander lost. His 21C was shocked to see a Russian guard slice off the cock and balls with ease. The 21C’s concentration wavered as another Russian guard grasped him by the balls. The hold was really painful. By contrast the serrated edge knife blade slashed off his cock and balls seamlessly. There was no question: the severed cock was the cock trophy of the day. The Russian guards had excelled in their duty.

Col. Pashentzev’s cock tried to spurt again as he watched both the Field Commander and his 21C lose their cocks and balls. The 21C’s cock was more impressive than the Field Commander’s cock at this distance. He brightened up but then a friendly force guard hovered over him. There must be a mistake. No mistake. The guard smiled.

Major Adair, a veteran of the U.S. marine steal the balls games, wanted Col. Pashentzev to take part in such a time honoured military game. Here at last the Col. was, theoretically a winner, but shortly to lose his cock and balls. When he heard the result on the cutting cock grapevine Major Adair celebrated with a slow, slow wank. He recommended to the authorities that another steal the balls game be staged to honour Col. Pashentzev. The Major was prepared to take part, even organise and lead if invited.

The Col. watched in horror—almost in slow motion— as the guard slowly removed the serrated edge knife blade. The Col. was spreadeagled and unable to do a thing to protect himself. The guard held up the Col’s cock. He could see that it had spurted for the last time. It was a nice cock and, wow, look at the size of his balls. It gave him professional pleasure, a deeply satisfying achievement, to slice off the Col’s cock and balls. He had to backtrack with the blade to sever the balls completely. These balls were unquestionably the winner of the bull-sized balls of today. The cock cutting was so stimulating that the guard’s cock spontaneously spurted over the Col’s chest.

By now the surviving friendly force guards had caught up with the sensational news. They exclaimed “good on you, mate”. In a previous world the Col. would have welcomed cum spurting across his chest. The realisation sunk in that his cock was gone. The praetorian guards had been unable to save him. Many of those had sacrificed their cocks and balls to protect him. He could hardly fault them. He was pleased that the Russian guards were still attacking and slicing off cocks and balls. He would miss the action. The guards from both sides continued fighting partly because there was nobody in authority left alive to stop the fighting. Another guard shoved his severed cock into his mouth and partly down his dry throat. A vodka would be more pleasing. He gagged. It was weird choking on one’s own cock. The guard relentlessly pushed the cock in and out. The Col. struggled for breath and eventually relaxed. He had a last minute dream, a visual flash cutting off cocks and balls. He felt great.