Hillbilly Balls

I

City slickers accused my late fuck buddy of being a hillbilly. He happened to like men with moustaches, thick cocks and hairy balls. As a matter of fact he owned a pouch which he treasured. He would smile whenever I caught him fingering it but never explain its origin, where he bought it and so on. I was the dumbest cowboy in the Wild West. No. There’s no such thing now as the Wild West. Yet, and it’s a big yet, men fight; the law doesn’t care if a few men cut off balls.

The pouch was stitched using men’s balls.

I wondered what happened to his balls. From time to time I would lick them as a prelude to swallowing his cock. In truth his arse aroused me. I ordered him to put his arms on the ground in front of him, legs wide open, and arse exposed to take my thick cock. He would usually leave his socks and boots on.

One day somebody gave him an invitation to a get-together in a ranch. I thought nothing about it until he failed to come home. Days passed with no sign of him. By now I was apprehensive. I went to the city bar to ask questions. The barman had inside knowledge of what happened in and out of the town. He referred me upstairs to a rented room. I knocked, was told “come in”, opened the door to find a cowboy lying on the bed. His chest was bare. He wore leather chaps and boots. The leather chaps were open at the front. I immediately noted the size of his balls.

“Have a drink.” A bottle of whisky and three glasses sat on a table. The cowboy looked me up and down.

"Who are you?”

“I’m looking for a lost friend who had nice balls like you.”

“Funny co-incidence. I nearly lost my balls and a stranger shows up looking for a friend with balls.”

I took the initiative, poured drinks for both of us and sat down beside the bed.

“Shut the door. I will tell you something in private.”

“I’m listening.”

“I was not kidnapped. I went on my own volition to a ranch. I suspected what I was in for. Top up the whisky.”

The cowboy stroked his hairy chest and fingered his cock and balls.

“I’m lucky to still have them. Know what I mean?”

“Well, not exactly.”

“When we assembled we removed any underwear, opened up our chaps to expose our cocks and balls. The ranch men had already done so. We were there to fight. The immediate objective was to cut off balls. The blades were so sharp they would cut off cocks as well. There were twelve of us strangers poised to get stuck into one another.”

“Did one of the men have a curly moustache, long blonde hair and a hairy chest?”

“It's hard to remember but, yes, there was such a man. He had a nice, circumcised, cock.”

“That sounds like my missing friend. How come the ranch men could order you all to fight?”

“The truth is we wanted to fight. The ranch men promised us cut off balls for pouches.”

“You mean if you owned a pouch that meant you had cut off somebody’s balls.”

“That’s one way of putting it. Did your friend own such a pouch?”

“Well, yes.”

“Then he was an experienced cock and ball cutter.”

I took a moment to absorb this revelation. The cowboy continued.

“I swear the cocks fully erected as the fighters got stuck into it. There was an understanding that erect cocks were to be milked where possible the cocks before the balls were cut off. Two ranch men were unwelcome when they joined in. In fact their cocks looked terrific as they spurted. I did the right thing and cut off one set of balls. They both lunged back at me. I was lucky to escape the blades. It remains to be seen whether the ranch men give me a pouch. The sight of the men fighting triggered off a mass ranch men erection.”

“Did you see what happened to my friend?”

“Yes, he scored a thick cock and big balls. The problem was that his target fought back. Your friend let out an anguished cry of ‘No!’ as the blade slashed them off.”

“Taking part in the mass cutting must have been very arousing.”

“It certainly was. My cock was in perpetual erection.”

“How did the ranch men determine when to stop?”

“There were four of us intact. The ranch men decided that one more of us had to lose his cock and balls. At first they wanted us to make the decision. That didn’t work out. We were too wound out. One of the ranch men walked across to the chosen target, grasped the balls and squeezed tight. The ranch man was unprepared for the target to reciprocate. They both screamed as the blades cut off both sets of balls. For half a minute they looked down at their cocks. Then they raised their blades and hacked into the cock shafts. Somebody dared to call out “good work”.

Another ranch man chased the somebody. Again the two men were comparable fighters. This time they stretched out their right hands and grasped the balls. There was no way they could save them. The blades were razor sharp. They almost enjoyed hacking each other’s cock shaft. It’s a pity about the pain!”

“What happened to the balls?”

“A ranch man told us they would stitch up the pouches. We can collect them in a week’s time. I’m unsure what they really thought of us attacking two of their men. I don’t trust them. I guess by then the bodies will be literally buried.”

“Let me pour you another whisky. Before that let me fondle your cock and balls. It’s a bonus that they are intact. Nevertheless, from what you have told me, you like putting them in danger. Keep me posted c/-the barman downstairs. I now own a pouch. For that reason I have a legitimate right to join you and other men to cut off cocks and balls.”

II

I took a whole season, Spring, to figure out the Hillbilly Balls mystery. The arrival of Summer was the moment to strip off shirts and bare chests. I had a problem. My late partner had a hairy chest. That gave him immediate entry to the world of —for want of a better word—bears. I envied him that as my chest was hairless but both of us had bull-sized balls smothered in hairs. I can only conjecture that a like minded man owns a pouch made up of my late partner’s balls.

My late partner and I missed discussing our darkest desires. It turns out that he was an experienced cock and ball cutter. This is exactly what I would like to be. What a fantasy. it’s too late now but we could have been a macho couple collecting cocks and balls.

The pouch that my partner bequeathed to me was hand stitched. Stitching is a skill which few hillbillies and would-be cowboys master. I presumed that any events/fights etc would require full exposure of cocks and balls. The most obvious clothing to be worn would be chaps modified so that they were open at the front. I decided to visit the town’s tailor, buy a new pair of chaps and have them modified if necessary. Maybe the tailor would talk.

Hector, the town’s tailor, was very guarded. He caught me looking closely at a photograph of four, bare-chested, cowboys wearing modified chaps. I seized the moment to break into conversation.

“Did you tailor the chaps? The four cowboys seem comfortable with their cocks and balls exposed.”

“Yes I tailored the chaps. I specialise in modifying them to show all. Totally undress in that dressing room over there. I need to take measurements. Perhaps you can put your boots back on to that I get the height right.”

I took pride in standing up naked. My cock is impressive if I say so myself; my hairy balls are firm and invite touching. I smile at Hector as my hands grapple with the balls. Hector pretends to ignore the gestures and asks what fabric (leather, jeans etc) I have in mind. In fact I fancy a thin, brown coloured, leather. I guess it’s cowhide. Hector has already made some chaps in different sizes. Hector complements me “Arse man?” Hector explains that the chaps I have chosen have the arse exposed. Hector looked at me seriously and said cowboys find fucking arses irresistible.

I mostly fucked my late partner who infrequently fucked me. Perhaps a change would do me the world of good. Besides my cock would be ready to insert in an arse. I replied that I was a balls man.

The tailor expected payment in advance for the chaps. He recommended that I buy a bottle of grease to protect the leather. He volunteered the information that this particular grease was very kind to cocks and arses. The formula was based on bees wax. I might try it in the future. So far I had been unable to broach the subject of the ball pouches.

“Shall I try the bees wax now?”.

“Let me help you. The bees wax is very smooth. Feel the difference as I rub it in.”

I was slightly embarrassed as my cock responded. Hector smiled but changed the subject.

“Has it ever occurred to you that cowboys would envy you these balls?”

“Yes, but so what?”

Hector smiled. “Some cowboys would cut these balls off to make a pouch.”

“What about the cock?”

“If you are lucky the cowboys shove the severed cock in the mouth. There are variations here. Sometimes the cock head juts out of the mouth. Take my word. This is very sexy. Other times the cowboys choke the target by shoving the cock down the throat.”

“I heard a fairy story that a hairy-chested cowboy wore a necklace with a severed cock in the middle.”

“I’m glad you believe it’s a fairy story. The ranch hands of one of my customers routinely wear such necklaces.”

“That sounds like a fantasy come true. When can I meet them?”

“I’m sure I can arrange that. For your information their boss holds occasional get together for cowboys to show off their cocks and balls. The ranch hands will fill you in on the details.”

I could tell that Hector was deliberately withholding information. My suspicion that Hector stitched the ball pouches was as firm as my cock. I put my clothes back on. The balls felt great with the bees wax smothering them. Hector gave me a receipt. The chaps fitted fine. The only reason I had to return in a week’s time was meeting the ranch hand and possibly finding out about a ball pouch event. It was only after I had left the tailor’s shop that I realised he had been assessing my cock and balls. I must have passed Hector’s test; Hector was checking out my interest in actively cutting off cocks and balls; at the same time the ranch hand wanted confirmation that my cock and balls were worth cutting off.

Hector was disappointed that I wasn’t wearing the new pair of chaps when I returned a week later.

He gave me instructions to travel to the main gate of the Baxter property. I was to wear the new chaps so that the ranch hand could check out my cock and balls. I could wear a hat but be bare-chested. The appointment was for tomorrow middle morning.

The ranch hand was one tough cookie. First of all he was physically fit; second of all he wore a garland across his hairy chest—a severed cock was stitched in the middle. It was quite clear that he could look after himself. Nevertheless he had another ranch hand in tow in case things got out of hand.

“Hello. Welcome to the Baxter property. I’m Marvin. My ranch buddy is Robert. We understand that you share an interest in cock and ball cutting. Is that so?”

“Yes especially ball cutting.”

“Cock and ball cutting normally go together. What did you have in mind? For instance, do you want to put your name down for a ball pouch?”

“No. I already own a ball pouch.”

“How come?”

“My late partner left it to me in his estate.”

“That’s interesting. Cowboys have to earn ball pouches here on this property. In fact they have to fight for them and put their own balls at risk. What experience do you have?”

“None.”

“I’m glad you are candid. Too many applicants fail at the moment of truth. Mr. Baxter is annoyed with cowboys who prove to be shirkers. It gives him an excuse to personally use the latest knife.

Cock and ball hunting and cutting is his speciality. He spends a fortune buying the latest knives.”

“Are applicants expected to provide their own knives?”

“Definitely not. Only the guards provide their own weapons. I must explain that there is a get-together when the applicants assemble. They must be wearing chaps with their cocks and balls exposed. The get-together is an excuse to share a few six-packs. The beer usually stimulates cocks and leads to pissing. A former ranch hand who was a piss fanatic installed a trough.”

“What happened to him?”

“To tell the truth he drowned in the piss trough. When aggressive cowboys are fuelled up there are no rules or limitations. They fight until the Last Men Standing. Cowboys held down the fanatic as he drowned in piss. This was appropriate after all. In your case there will be no fairs-fair. The participants will continue cutting cocks and balls as long as there are cocks and balls to cut.”

Robert joined in the conversation.

“Let’s go back to your late partner. What happened to him?”

“He left home without telling me. He owned a ball pouch. Maybe he attended one of your cock and ball cutting events. For argument’s sake let’s say a balls for pouches collection. Somebody cut off his balls for a new pouch. Does that sound plausible?”

“If that is the case are you applying so that you can avenge the cutting of his balls?”

“Now that you mention it this way I guess I am. I miss him. I’m sure he would want me to cut off somebody’s cock and balls. I am a dare devil expecting to keep my cock and balls.”

Marvin ordered me to stand up and show off my cock and balls. Robert took out a knife, opened it up, and walked across to me. Robert positioned the knife underneath my balls. He bounced the balls up and down on the flat blade. My cock stiffened. For an instant I visualised the cock as the centrepiece of a garland on a hairy chest and my balls stitched into a pouch.

Robert said.

“The stiff cock says it all. We will give you a few week’s notice to put your affairs in order. Report wearing the chaps. The tailor does a good job doesn’t he? I will let you in on a secret. He stitches the ball pouches and the garlands. The cock looks good on Marvin’s hairy chest.”

Marvin looked down on his chest, smiled, and added.

“The boss is very generous with rewards. He likes placing cock garlands on the chests of outstanding participants. Remember that there will be victors.”

The above scenario was hardly one for a long life. Nevertheless I chose to wager my cock and balls. The assembly on the day surprised me. Firstly, we got in trucks which transported us to who knows where; secondly, there were about thirty cowboys with a variety of ages. The youngest—about twenty five years old—were ex-military and skilled with using knives. It was clear from their attitude that they expected to score. The group in their thirties looked the deadliest; their torsos were solid muscle. The group in their forties mostly wore moustaches and had long hair. It’s true that I fell into this last category except that I had kept the regulation military haircut. None of us had forgotten our bayonet training. A number of the men had won ball pouches on previous events. They knew what dangers to expect. The bottom line was that every cowboy shared a passion to cut cocks and balls. The role of the so-called ranch hands was unclear until we arrived at a cleared but enclosed area. None of us had any luggage so we walked straight across to the refreshment area. There were drinks and hamburgers. I spotted the legendary piss trough which was wider than those for cattle. A cowboy could lie down lengthways and enjoy the piss pouring over his body. There were two shit holes in the ground.

I wondered whether the bulk of the ranch hands were moonlighting from sheriff type duties. Their personal knives were attached to their belts. On the other hand they were wearing chaps with open fronts exposing their cocks and balls. The regulation boots were a give-away. They came from a military disposal store. It was clear that the thirty or so cowboys couldn’t change their mind. There was nowhere to go but fight.

The boss turned up to welcome the thirty or so cowboys. His circumcised cock looked impressive from a distance. I presumed the balls were bull-sized but I couldn’t quite see at my distance.

“Today is a special occasion. You will cut off cocks and balls with impunity. The victors will each get a ball pouch as well as a knife as souvenirs of the occasion. I will hand over to Marvin will outline proceedings for today.”

Marvin looked more authoritarian than before. The cock garland looked terrific on his hairy chest.

“Whilst you eat, drink and piss we expect you to systematically inspect all the balls. Close up. In the mouth. Maul them with bare hands. It’s possible that this will trigger off a cock erection. No problem. Choose between swallowing, spurting over chests or faces. The ranch hands will assist you if you run out of cocks to spurt. Keep your mind alert to identify a set of balls you would particularly like to cut off. You will be asked this before you collect a knife in the cutting area. After all this is a bonus to make your day memorable. Enjoy the food and drink.”

The cowboys broke open the six-packs and starting drinking to settle down their apprehensions.

There were three ranch hands helping out at this table. I swore under the table when I saw the cock and balls of one of them. The cock was simply manly beyond words; the balls were firm and designed for my knife. I asked Marvin whether it was permissible for me to specify the ranch hand. He said “Yes. Go for it.” and explained the following. The boss had decreed that every nominated cowboy and ranch hand must fight in the cutting area. This decree had taken a few men off guard on previous occasions. The boss delighted in hosting a cock and balls cutting event. The question is whether anybody was game enough to challenge him. It must happen sooner or later. Both Marvin and Robert had cocks worthy of the knife. I wasn’t sure about their balls but made sure I fondled them. They were alright—nothing special.

Robert had to organise additional six-packs to be brought to the refreshment area. Nobody was surprised when a procession of cowboys pissed into the trough. I ate one hamburger before they disappeared. Everybody was slightly nervous and anxious about the forthcoming event. For this reason cocksucking was a welcome diversion. No, it wasn’t a diversion. It was deliberately incorporated into the agenda. Many/ most of these cocks would be spurting for a last time. Some of the ranch hands were taken aback when their balls were mauled. What did they expect? I knew there would be hell to pay when ranch hands were nominated for ball cutting. Other ranch hands checked out cowboy cocks and balls and nominated them accordingly.

I wondered why Hector, the tailor, sold me chaps with the arse exposed. Now I saw a cowboy’s cock stuck into an exposed arse. A third cowboy came up from behind and stuck his cock into the exposed arse. The cowboy in the middle made various exclamations aloud. Bystander sheckled them on. Cowboys certainly enjoyed fucking.

One of the ex-military cowboys fancied the boss’s cock. Where did he learn to cock suck? I guess the boss was not used to this attention. The surprise would come when the cowboy nominated the boss’s balls as the ones he wanted to cut off.

Robert had a carton of towels. He figured that balls would need wiping after an hour or so of mauling, mouthing and spunk spilling. By and large the thirty or so cowboys mauled and mouthed most balls plus some of the ranch hands. Their mouths needed rinsing from all the hairs they had swallowed along with the spurt.

Marvin announced that it was time for nominations. I expected squeals but instead everybody took a manly attitude an took their place in the lineup. The first category included the ranch hands nominating cowboy balls as well as cowboys nominating ranch hand balls. I wasn’t surprised because I nominated the kitchen duty ranch hand. He was shocked. Good. It might be easier to cut off his balls if I were given the chance. Marvin was stunned when learning that the ex-military cowboy had challenged the boss. It was for real and the boss had no option but to fight. Marvin and Robert missed out. The second category was light in numbers. Eight cowboys nominated cocks and balls to cut. That left a few stragglers but Marvin had a back up plan. He would invite spare ranch hands to join in.

“Last piss call before we leave for the cutting area.”

Nervous cowboys stood on either side of the trough and watched their cocks piss. Then, everybody walked across a field, crossed over a fence into another enclosed area. A number of ranch hands who were not nominated adopted defensive positions within the perimeter. Some remained outside in case of an escape attempt. Essentially the cocks and balls cutting would continue until everybody was exhausted.

At this point two ranch hands handed out the knives progressively for each nomination event. It was clear to me that they were experienced in handing out weapons in the police or military.

Marvin was a statistical whiz and worked out that there were very few man-to-man nominations.

The majority included three, four and even five nominations. There were complicated overlaps but no matter. This made for a more involving scene. He decided to stage the five nominations at the beginning. This would arouse the crowd. The climax would be the free-for-all.

The five nominations fight was tricky to organise. Marvin positioned ranch hands in a tight circle enclosing the five fighters. He spaced the fighters so that they held the balls of the fighter on the left. Robert acted as umpire with a whistle strung around his neck. The knife blades were particularly sharp. Rather than a downward thrust into the cock shaft the required blade movement was beneath or immediately above the balls. Holding the balls certainly helped. The other fighters surged forward to closely watch. The ranch hands had to firmly hold them back. The cocks of two ranch hands jutted out conspicuously. Robert blew the whistle. Two fighters grappled with each other’s balls. Touché. They methodically cut the balls off. Too easy. They held up the severed balls in their left hand. Then their right hands slashed down the knives onto the cock shafts. Beautiful if I may say so. The other three fighters had broken away from holding each other’s balls. To everybody’s amazement they attacked the two ranch hands with the erect cocks.

The fight had returned to five versus each other. The two ranch hands acquitted themselves by cutting off the cock and balls of one fighter; but the remaining two fighters stood their ground.

Nobody had factored in the fact that a fighter might have lost his cock and balls but he could still use his knife. Before he lost consciousness he cut off the balls of one ranch hand and one of the two remaining fighters. Nice work. The remaining fighters had the task of cutting off the balls and considering whether they wanted to continue. They chose to have a fighting break. Marvin would keep them in mind for a later event. Marvin had tasked particular ranch hands to collect the cocks and balls and arrange for any bodies to be moved to a central location. They couldn’t believe that a fighter with no cock and balls attacked their colleague and successfully cut off his balls. Phew.

The four nominations fight was a race within the perimeter. Two ranch hands chased two cowboys weaving in and out of the crowd. The cowboys were not as fit as the ranch hands to it was no surprise when the ranch hands caught up with them. The fight was surprisingly brutal with kick punching, attempted eye gouging, and lots of blows to the balls. Everybody gasped when the ranch hands stomped on the cowboys’ balls. There was no way the balls could be recycled in a pouch. The cowboys shrieked in pain. Marvin ordered the ranch hands to finish them off.

Marvin ordered me and the nominated ranch hand to get ready. The ranch hand was flattered that I wanted to cut off his cock and balls but bewildered when he himself had nominated another cowboy. He appealed to Marvin who reinstated the third fighter. The fight was to be three way. I was apprehensive to say the least but I buckled down. After all I had chosen to fight and here was an opportunity to cut off two sets of cocks and balls. I wondered why the knives were handed out at the last minute. The boss may have been wary of an insurrection and not have the resources to cope. As it was he had to personally fight. He welcomed the challenge. It was only right that he fight along with everybody else. The boss interrupted the flow of fighting events by insisting that his challenge be fought next.

The initial circle was now clear for a duel. The ex-military cowboy was on top of his knifing skills.

A fresh array of ranch hands circled the area and held out the crowd. They fought for fifteen minutes. There was no sign of anybody weakening. Robert blew the whistle and declared an honourable truce. The boss was annoyed but was realistic enough to know that other fighters were lined up. In fact I was lined up.

My balls froze. The killing circle seemed very small. I was able to construct the fight in an interesting way. I persuaded the ranch hand to join me in attacking the other cowboy. That worked very well. I let the ranch hand loose with his knife. He wasn’t all that steady. Good news. However, he did cut off the cowboy’s balls. The cowboy retaliated by cutting into the shaft of the ranch hand’s cock. Cock cutting specialists are always excited when they see the shaft wounded. My next job was to cut off the balls. This simply wasn’t easy but I did it. There was a perilous moment when the ranch hand grasped my balls. I plunged the knife back into the cock shaft. He cried out in pain; his hands dropped away from my balls. By now I had developed a liking for cutting cocks.

I returned to the other cowboy, grasped his cock. He was crying. I forcefully cut the cock off its roots, picked it up and placed it in his mouth. The cock head jutted out. Marvin seemed happy with the conclusion of this fight. He gestured me to leave the circle.

The next round was a combination of cowboys and ranch hands. My suspicions that the ranch hands were moonlighting from sheriff duties proved persuasive. The ranch hands were excellent fighters. That was very clear to me. Yet it didn’t guarantee that they would win. The cowboys really enjoyed cutting off balls and made sure they did. The story was more or less the same for the remaining cowboys versus ranch hands. All the balls would make attractive pouches. The lineup of severed cocks was a joy to behold. I imagined some of them would reappear in garlands worn on hair chests.

The concluding free-for-all was not quite free. Marvin asked the assembled fighters to pick up a blade if they wished to continue. Any ranch hands outside the perimeter were brought in to join in.

Marvin ordered the cowboys who considered that they had had enough to leave, assemble outside with the ranch hands.

The three cowboys made a big mistake. The ranch hands lined them up. The choice was between just cutting the balls off or pulping them. A ranch hand stood behind each cowboy and pinned him. The lucky ranch hand grasped the balls. It was too late to rescue the erect cocks. The lucky ranch hands coordinated their timing. One, two, three! They pulped the balls. The three cowboys squealed with pain. Nice work! The ranch hands had different knives to those provided by the boss. The blades were simply not as sharp as could be. No problem. The ranch hands enjoyed hacking off the pulped balls and the erect cocks. It just took extra effort. The balls may have missed out on pouches but the cocks were destined for a garland. The ranch hands pinning the cowboys manhandled the erect cocks from behind. It didn’t take long before the cocks spurted.

By now the cowboys groaned with pain. The ranch hands shut them up in a time honoured way.

They cut off the cocks, switched and shoved them down throats. They liked the idea of swallowing a buddy’s cock down the throat. As expected the cowboys tried to chuck up the intruding cocks. Too late. The ranch hands had to assist the choking process. Choking has its ups and downs but it works. The ranch hands felt relieved when the cowboys lost consciousness and slumped to the ground. Another three ranch hands finished off the cowboys. Then, the eldest said. “How about it? Let’s return to the ball cutting area.”

Marvin’s cock stood out as he addressed the fighters with the blades. A number of cocks stood out. The scene was very manly as the fighters awaited instructions.

“Stand beside somebody. Reach out and grasp their balls. Remember that some of these balls will be stitched into pouches. Take another look at the cocks. Impressive? Look closely at my chest. You can see the garland. The ranch hands will add cocks to it. Somebody with a hairy chest will wear it in a future event.”

The fighters moved to grasp a set of balls. They mauled them for a few minutes for old time’s sake. It was clear that they would cut off many of the balls shortly.

“That’s enough. Move on and hold a cock.”

The cocks felt firm as they were poised for action. Robert looked across. He used to salivate over the line up of cocks in the urinals. The fighters spontaneously pulled the cocks which spurted.

This was the last spurt for many cocks including Robert’s. He blew the whistle to start the next round but lost his concentration. The ex-military cowboy who had challenged the boss took advantage of the exposed cock and balls. The military instructors had sure taught the recruits how to use a knife. Robert felt nothing but looked down in horror. The cowboy smiled as he held up both the balls and the cock. Mistake! Robert plunged his knife deep into the cowboy’s cock shaft. This was a point of no return. The cowboy could see that he had lost his cock. He let Robert take his time cutting off the balls. Robert couldn’t resist hugging the cowboy. Tears fell as they looked into each other’s eyes. They slowly sunk to the ground where they could see other cowboys and ranch hands cutting off cocks and balls. It was a rewarding sight.

The boss scored three sets of balls but only two cocks. He was reassured when he saw the fallen ex-military cowboy challenger. Yet he was too cocky as the saying goes. A colleague of the fallen ex-military cowboy challenged him. By now he was exhausted but he had to summon up reserves of strength to face the challenge. From what he could see the challenger’s cock and balls were worthy of the knife. The fight was touch and go. The other fighters deliberately kept away and let them get on with it. On the other hand they continued with cutting off cocks and balls. The boss was particularly turned on by simultaneous multiple cuttings. The close combat was very much to his liking. There was a tricky moment when each grasped the others’ balls. The boss’s knife was first to cut into the cowboy’s balls. So far so good. No. The cowboy hacked deep down into the boss’s cock shaft. The boss was experienced enough to know that this was the end of his cock.

The cowboy followed through and cut the balls off completely. He held them up in the air and shouted “Balls!” The boss finished the job. He held the cock so that he could cut right across. The cock loosened. Then he held the cock up in the air and shouted “Cock!”

These shouts of “Balls!” and “Cock!” provoked responses from other fighters. Marvin was slightly disappointed. Nobody challenged him for most of this fighting segment. In the end he joined in a threesome. He scored a set of cock and balls so the day was saved. The ranch hand wasn’t very happy and vowed to tell his colleagues to target Marvin. He did this but Marvin would be targeted in a future event.

The boss came up to Marvin and handed over the authority to stop the fighting. Marvin found it incredible that the ex-military cowboy had succeeded in cutting off his boss’s cock and balls. This was what they all wanted to do.

Stopping the fighting is awkward. Some fighters are engaged but cannot be interrupted until they score. Marvin shouted “ Five minutes. Finish.” There was a scurry of late activity, a race to score.

Three cowboys grappled with their opponents’ balls. The knife manufacturer’s guarantee that the blades were sharp enough to effortlessly cut off cocks and balls was true. Somebody shouted “No!” somebody else shouted “Score!” Marvin kindly let them complete cutting off the six sets of cocks and balls. What a wonderful sight. Marvin ordered them to hold up the cut off cocks and balls for all to see. Everybody clapped, some cheered. The day’s fighting was finished.

I felt down and grasped my cock and balls. They were still there ready for another day. The cock was somewhat worn out. I discovered it liked spurting when I was cutting off cocks and balls.

That would prove to be a dangerous delight. I could expect a ball pouch but now I wanted to wear a cock garland. I’m sure there would be a future event.

III

Gary, the main character of Parts One and Two of Hillbilly Balls, returns in Part Three. Marvin, the new Boss, rewards him with a cock garland to wear across his chest in the next fight. Many cocks and balls are primed for the cutting knives.

The ranch hands proved they cut off cocks and balls as well as the cowboys. Funny about that. The cowboys were equally obliged to return the favour. Jack, the spokesperson for the ranch hands, arranged a meeting with Marvin, nominally in charge—a cowboy had cut off The Boss’s cock and balls. Cowboys expected Marvin to fight in any future event. Marvin kept up the dress code for the meeting. Jack and he wore chaps with the front wide open to expose their cocks and balls. Marvin’s body guard surpassed them with the size of his cock and balls. Jack immediately wanted the body guard to join in any cutting games.

Marvin thanked Jack for the contribution of the ranch hands. In addition to joining in the fighting some guards pulped balls. He joked about their behaviour. Good on them! Of course the pulped balls could not be used for pouches. What did Jack want? Jack was no orator. Essentially the ranch hands wanted a return bout versus the cowboys.

Marvin brought across a display cabinet for Jack to examine.

“Wow!”

The cabinet displayed six different knives with elaborate handles. Jack’s cock appreciated the threat.

“Too fancy for a cutting event.” Marvin picked up on Jack’s thought, opened a draw and pulled out a plainer knife.

“The blade smith guarantees that this knife will cut off cocks and balls with consummate ease. What do you think?”

The body guard interrupted.

“Let me position the knife.”

The body guard placed Jack’s balls on the flat part of the blade. The balls liked it and the cock responded.

“How about that. Your balls are big enough to make a good-sized pouch. The cock, well, a garland with this cock as a centre piece will look impressive.” The body guard continued. “The black smith forges a top product.”

Jack asked “How many knives do we need to order. Sixty? Seventy?”

“Before you get carried away consider the cost. The ranch hands can collect a knife as a souvenir at the conclusion. I expect the ranch hands to pay for half the cost. Paying for the knives gives them a commitment to use them. The guards will be instructed to pulp shirkers’ balls. The balls

recycled as pouches will be distributed within a few weeks after the event.”

Jack mumbled “How much?”

Marvin said “The black smith will give a discount if we order seventy. I shall get a quote. He wants payment in advance. That gives you time to collect the money. I’m not sure how long the black smith will take to forge seventy knives. That gives me time to round up cowboys. Any questions?”

“Will you ask cowboys who fought last time to volunteer again?”

“Sure. Will ranch hands volunteer as well? Let’s aim for twenty five ranch hands and twenty five cowboys for the fighting. Bring along another ten ranch hands for guard duty and/or reserves. It’s fine if you bring a few extras. Hector, the tailor, welcomes new orders for his chaps. Remember he does a good tailoring job in exposing your cocks and balls.”

Jack raised a financial issue. “What do I do if the ranch hand has gambled away his money, literally lost his chaps and can’t pay for new chaps?”

“The ranch hands can chuck in and subsidise the poor ranch hand. By negotiation the Baxter property might consider such a ranch hand fighting naked but…there’s a big but.”

Jack supposed. “He might be an exhibitionist wanting to show off his cock and balls?”

“Frisky cowboys deal with showoffs in a time honoured way. You can guess what I mean. The “but” involves compulsory participation in a To the Last Man Standing segment. The cowboys are ahead of you; they demanded a return bout. They have specifically asked for five to ten fighters from each side to engage in a fight literally To the Last Man Standing. Consider this proposal carefully. The ranch hands may not like it. This is not a Ranch Hands versus Cowboys fight. It is strictly man to man. So a Ranch Hand might have to challenge another Ranch Hand.

This would be the first time for this property. Why not? The legendary Edwin and Walter included such a fight in a memorable Festival Day. A witness claimed that the men fought with ferocity.

They took no prisoners as the saying goes; they cut off the maximum number of cocks and balls.

The witness added that the fighters swapped cut cocks; then they inserted them into mouths with the cock head facing out.

I recommend you selectively discuss this proposal with ranch hands who might be interested. You might have other bright ideas. By the way, as a token of good faith and a gesture to return I’m giving you a sample pouch to show interested ranch hands. We hope that the fighters have balls this big to recycle as pouches.”

The body guard picked up the display cabinet and returned it to its original position.

“Are you sure you wouldn’t like one of these knives to cut off your cock and balls?”

“Look there. Don’t tempt me.” Jack said. ”Why not cut off your cock and balls?”

The body guard continued. “Let’s see whether you get the vapours, any excuse avoiding the threat to your well-endowed cock. I repeat that the cock will look good on a garland spread across a hairy chest.”

Marvin concluded. “Leave messages and bright ideas with Hector, the tailor, whom I visit regularly.

He will send you off to the barber shop. He considers a standard military type haircut looks good on ranch hands. Both Hector and the barber will expect you to dress in chaps with the open front.

Hector needs to examine the balls with a view to the pouches. Ask the barber if you want your cock sucked as an extra feature of the haircut.”

Interlude: the cock garland.

The Hillbilly Balls events happen so infrequently that it is difficult to get freshly cut cocks to wear at the beginning. Marvin tasked Wayne, a woodcutter, to carve realistic sized cocks and cocks with balls as an experiment. Wayne was happy to carve the wood but it was awkward to attach them to a chain. He used a coarse cord; it was long enough for terminal use at a Necktie Party. He asked Marvin about the possibility of a big Necktie Party. He had access to a number of ropes which were badass for hangings. Marvin discussed the classic Edwin and Walter Necktie Party.

Those were the days. Wayne had a hairy chest so Marvin tried them on him. They liked what they saw. The combined cock with balls stuck out of the hairy chest. Nice but it was an obstacle when the wearer would be fighting. The cord with one cock was more practical. The woodcutter could see that the wooden cock could be easily moved from the chest and shoved down the throat. In fact Wayne was a mine of sexual information if you asked the right questions. Wayne made one of each garland; Marvin decided to present them to veterans from the last event. One would have a hairy chest, the other one a hairless chest. Apropos any Necktie Party Wayne could make gibbets.

He learnt his trade from the woodcutter who installed gibbets for Edwin and Walter.

Other expenses:

Marvin had to make a prepayment to Hector, the tailor, who would stitch the balls into pouches. If the numbers were as high as anticipated Hector might have to employ an assistant. Collecting the cocks and balls was a big item in itself let alone disposing of the bodies plus the legal paperwork.

An early version of the mafia handled this for a fee. Ouch! The Baxter property employed a number of administrative men to handle everything else which needed to be handled. Marvin’s replacement if necessary. That sort of thing. It was sound psychology to make the ranch hands and the cowboys pay for the knives. It committed them to using the knives. Hector, the tailor, could do with the extra business of making chaps. The barber could do with the business too; he had a fair share of cock sucking but many of his customers joined in.

Welcoming entertainment expenses:

There was a discount for six-packs bought in bulk. Two horses and a wagon brought them onto the site. The assistant driver was inquisitive and wanted to stay. Marvin’s body guard put his foot down, said the assistant driver could return for a future event but now he must go. Spoiler: the assistant driver would return for the Necktie Party.

Assembly before the event:

Marvin called everybody to attention. He awarded the cock garlands to two veterans. The cock with balls garland went to hairy chested Reginald from the ranch hands. The cock garland went to hairless chested Gary from the cowboys. He remembered Gary as the participant who inherited a pouch from his dead partner. The distinction between ranch hands and cowboys was not as evident in the forthcoming event. Marvin deliberately timed To the Last Man Standing in the middle.

Everyman pissed into the trough. Everyman was content to watch cocks pissing. There was no hanky-panky.

The numbers were more or less as planned. The display of bare-buff chests, boots, chaps open to the front and exposed cocks and balls was very macho. The knife issue was tightly controlled.

A representative from both sides issued knives strictly to those men about to fight. The exception had to be for the guards on duty both inside and outside the perimeter. Marvin compromised on the guards who were now from both sides. However, he and Jack could order them to join in when required.

Marvin took Jack’s proposals seriously. The warm-up event was his variations on a bondage theme. Fighters assembled spread across the perimeter. Six fighters chased, ducked each other and the multitude until they met up in a threesome. One fighter pinned a fighter from behind whilst the third fighter sliced off the cock and balls. To the multitude’s surprise the bondage continued until all six cocks and balls lay on the cutting room floor.

The second event build on this bondage theme. The multitude formed a tight circle like a boxing ring. Eight fighters faced one another. The strategy was to close the circle such that the fighters had no option but to fight. Fighters from the multitude joined in, pinned a fighter from behind and in turn might be pinned. Now there were more than eight fighters.

A ranch hand pulled the erect cock of a cowboy. The cock spurted profusely for the last hurrah.

The ranch hand positioned the knife in front such that the cock spurted over the blade. He then used the lubricated knife to cut off the cowboy’s balls. Other fighters followed suit. There was a significant amount of cock pulling again with spurting; there was more coordination. Cocks spurted over the knife blades which would cut them.

Three fighters grasped balls. It must have been a coincidence as all the balls were pretty big to handle. They took their time squeezing them tight before they crushed the balls in their bare hands. Wonderful! They forgot that the balls were supposed to be recycled as pouches.

The veterans had learnt their lessons. The sharp knives meticulously cut the top of the cock shafts. Textbook scenario. One of the ranch hands owned a second hand copy of a medical textbook which covered cutting off cocks and balls. Marvin was impressed.

Jack’s cock was over stimulated; he cut off a set of cock and balls; his cock spurted once, twice.

A cowboy moved to cut off the spurting cock but Jack counter-attacked. The cowboy lost. Pity about that: he had a cock to die for, drool, the balls would make a big pouch.

The guards dealt with three would-be escapees. The chase outside the perimeter fence lasted about four minutes in different directions. The guards had no problem pulling the escapees back together. There was no discussion but the head guard was a drill fanatic.

“By the numbers One, Two, Three!”

The balls were pulped beyond use as pouches.

There was a piss break except that there was no trough on location. Fighters were encouraged to piss over one another. It was one method of upping the ante.

The cowboys had issues with the selection of volunteers for the To the Last Man Standing event.

Marvin had to put his foot down and order the selected cowboys to fight. Eventually fourteen cowboys lined up to collect their knives. The fourteen ranch hands already had their knives.

Marvin wondered about the two issuing the knives. They were certainly drooling at the prospect of the cutting up of up to twenty eight cocks and balls

Marvin introduced the plan parts of which were inspired by legendary ancient Roman gladiators.

Three groups of three fighters assemble at random. Two fighters close in on the third; after one is terminated the remaining two attack one another. In theory three fighters will stand to fight as the fourth group. One fighter will become To the Last Man Standing.

The second part was improvised fighting.

The third part was a return to threesomes.

The rest of the multitude, by now spectators, kept a distance away from the fighting. Reginald and Gary wore the cock garlands and held knives. He gave them whistles attached to cords. They would blow the whistles at the beginning; after that it was up to them to mingle with the fighters; they had to use discretion if they wanted to blow the whistle again. Sometimes it looked as if a fighter would score but then something could happen and change the result. If the fighters stopped after hearing a whistle blow they expected to see a knife in action.

After the two whistles blew the fighters advanced. They looked closely. It was almost as if they were looking for the perfect set of cock and balls to cut. Some of them adjusted their balls and made a preliminary cock stroke. The cocks adjusted accordingly. Gary in particular found the site of the near erect cocks to be very stimulating. Reginald had bull-sized balls which he kept fumbling with. Spoiler: they did not attract unwanted attention.

Nine fighters assembled in three groups at random. None of them knew one another. Reginald blew a whistle when they were ready to start. The fighters were free to attack as they liked. The obvious tactic—pinning from behind—had already been exercised earlier. The fighters chose the target who may or may not escape their aggressive move. The scoring was fairly prompt. Two out of three down, one ready for the fourth round. Reginald was sorry: the cut cocks would have fucked his arse into life. Gary noted the sweat on the chests. Brrr. He wanted to rub his hand through the chests which were hairy.

The fourth round was extended and lengthy. Jack imagined the fight would be over quickly. It simply didn’t happen that way. The winners of the first three groups started a loud dialogue.

“Let me, go on, let me cut off your balls.”

“Are you sure your cock is big enough to cut?”

“I promise to shove a cock down your throat. It does not matter whose cock it is.”

The cock lineup was two circumcised, one uncircumcised. The ball lineup was standard size. The chest lineup was two hairless and one hairy. Reginald blew the whistle to keep continuity for the fighters. The fighters scattered in different directions and carefully monitored their prey. They slowly moved towards the centre. They looked like characters in a cowboy western story who were about to fire a weapon. The problem in this instance was the weapon was a knife. It had to be used at close quarters. The three cocks obeyed orders. Reginald was envious. So were many of the fighters awaiting their turn.

“Time’s up!” Reginald blew a whistle.”You have to move to close range.”

The three fighters threw caution to the winds, advanced to contact, formed a circle. The suspense was unnecessary. Three waiting fighters quickly joined in. They lost no time in attacking. The knife moves were very professional. Reginald was gaga as he watched four sets of cocks and balls fall onto the cutting room floor. The two victors kept their cocks and balls for the moment.

The fighters were no longer fighting as ranch hands or cowboys. They were trying to cut off the cocks and balls immediately in front of them. By and large this worked. The lucky ones scored more than once. There were a number of unscheduled screams.

“No. Not my cock and balls. Stop. Don’t cut me.” versus “I’m cutting your fucking cock and balls off. Your balls will look good in a pouch. The knife does an excellent job on your cock, doesn’t it?”

Reginald and Gary moved through the fighters and blew a whistle when somebody scored.

Marvin was reluctant to permit the black smith to attend as a spectator. A fighter was bound to get the wrong idea. However, the black smith insisted on seeing the fighters using his knives. He was breathless as he watched twenty eight fighters closing in on twenty eight cocks and their balls.

The black smith was spellbound. Marvin knew that he would have to provide extra protection; the black smith had really nice bull-sized balls. He instructed his body guard to protect the black smith. Marvin knew from experience that the black smith would want to use his knife.

Some fighters slumped to the ground as the event progressed. The fighting became complicated as fighters tripped over bodies. Marvin could tell that the fighters were really enjoying the fight To the Last Man Standing. Two fighters dropped their knives, walked across to the knife issuers. The knife issuers did the unexpected. They attacked the two fighters. They grasped the balls in one hand and sliced them off with the other. It’s easier to cut off fully erect cocks. The two knife issuers took great delight in cutting from the top of the shaft. They were both now participants To the Last Man Standing. Spoiler: they would line up in the last ten fighters. The seasoned fighters held the bloodied knives with confidence.

The guards who were looking on from a distance both within and outside the perimeter were turned on. It was extremely difficult to keep their hands away from their erect cocks. Jack had a few bright ideas for them up his sleeve. Jack’s balls had hardened but so far his cock was in an ordinary state.

Reginald and Gary blew their whistles to see how many fighters remained. There were ten fighters. They looked closely at Reginald and Gary. In particular they looked at the rigid cocks.

What a sight! Reginald’s rigid cock obscured the bull-sized balls. Two brutes clutched Reginald and Gary under their wing.

“We have two new recruits. They qualify to join in. I’m going to make a special effort to make them welcome. Fellow fighters, let’s form up in threesomes.”

Fighters liked threesomes. The theory claimed fighters survived by avoiding the blade. Not this time. The three fighters grasped the balls on the left. In this event the balls were tortured at length.

Reginald was turned on by the ball pain. The two brutes gave instructions aloud for the benefit of the twelve fighters.

“Grasp your opponent’s balls tightly with your left hand. Any left handers? No. Continue applying pressure to the balls until your opponent feels pain.”

Gary’s eyes watered up. Most of the fighters gasped for breath.

“It’s my duty to show you the rigid cocks of both wearers of cock garlands. They look magnificent.

They prove what being a man is all about. They give us a thanksgiving day treat.”

Reginald and Gary enjoyed their five minutes of fame before fear set in. They might cut off a cock and balls but they might not. The cocks remained fully erect in face of the danger.

“Pay close attention. We all have a cock on our left. On the command we will raise our right hands with the knife. Look for the cock shaft. Try to aim for the top of the cock shaft. By numbers bring the knife down. Ready? On the count One, Two, Three. Cut!”

The two brutes gloated as their knives cut Reginald and Gary’s cocks right through.

“I promised you we would look after you.”

It hardly registered to Reginald and Gary that they in turn had cut cocks and balls. The fighters on the right succeeded in cutting the cocks of the two brutes. Yet there were four sets of threesomes. A number of fighters exclaimed “Shit!” when they looked down or across. The fighters had cut into all twelve cocks; the days of sperm spurting were over. What about the balls? The twelve fighters concentrated on cutting off each other’s balls for use as pouches. The experience was deeply satisfying. Nevertheless the brutes would like to have been To the Last Man Standing.

Marvin had to appoint two new knife issuers. He called on two guards. They left the bloodied knives with the wounded and bodies on the floor. The remaining guards were tasked with finishing off the wounded but there was another event. Eight fighters plus the guards remained plus extras such as the black smith, Marvin, Jack and the bodyguard. What to do?

Everybody had a piss to relieve the tension for starters. Everybody fondled and looked across at other cocks. Yes, they wanted to cut them off. Marvin asked the eight to display their balls. Four fighters had bull-sized balls; the balls on the other four fighters were still big enough for pouches.

No ball busting here. Strictly the knives.

Marvin had an outrageous proposal.

“The black smith who forged the knives would like to try them out. Any volunteers?”

There was stunned silence. Jack pointed “You!” Marvin pointed “You!” Seven fighters lined up opposite the one chosen for his big cock and balls. Everybody was surprised when they saw the black smith arrive. His cock was fully erect and his balls were bull-sized.

The black smith didn’t waste any time. He grasped the set of balls in his left hand, sliced them off.

Shucks! Cutting off the erect cock was a cinch with his knife. He took great pleasure in using his knife. He was glad his knives were such a great success. The stunned six fighters could see his erect cock spurting as he walked away.

“Wow!”

Two of them started to hunt the black smith but Marvin stopped them. The remaining seven fighters were unmotivated to continue fighting. They had a mistaken perception. Their cocks and balls might be spared because the fight event was nearly over. Wrong. The event doesn’t work that way. They slowed down because it’s hard work cutting cocks and balls. The work has to be done.

Jack called in guards to discipline and order them to fight. That proved to be a tactical mistake.

Jack came to a sticky end. One of the guards pinched the cock and ball garland. The guard tightened the cord around Jack’s neck. He lost consciousness quickly but the guard broke the neck just to be on the safe side. The guard put the cock and ball garland across his hairy chest.

Another guard pinched the cock garland. An envious guard shoved the wooden cock down into the guard’s mouth. The choking took a few minutes.

The guards were now cocky and that would prove to be their undoing. The sharpness of the knife blade made cutting cocks and balls too easy. They turned on one another, brought in the seven fighters and started.

Two guards shouted together.

“No! Stop cutting off my cock.” followed by a third guard. “Stop cutting off my balls.” No chance.

Deep laughter. What did they expect? The guards followed through by shoving the cut cocks down into throats. Choking on cocks was a slow process requiring supervision to check gags.

The guards were tough enough to complete the choking. It’s not clear exactly what happened to the seven fighters but the mafia collected their bodies after the event.

Nevertheless there was a surprise. Three wounded fighters from an earlier game stood up and confronted three guards. They aimed for the balls. It was strenuous for them but the knives separated the balls from the cocks. What a bloody mess. They changed positions for variety and cut into the cock shafts. The guards couldn’t retaliate as the fighters had already lost their cocks and balls. The guards looked down and their cocks and balls were no longer there.

It was just as well Marvin had paid for the mafia to clean up. The guards had proved unreliable in this respect but their cocks and balls looked as good cut as anybody else’s. Marvin was relieved that he didn’t have to fight this time. It may not be so easy in a Necktie Party. Hector, the tailor, would be busy for awhile sewing the ball pouches. The barber will have less customers for the moment.

IV

Sheriff Wetford had a number of fetishes. His staff nicknamed him a “balls” man. Maybe it was a coincidence but all of his staff had bull-sized balls. There were various rumours that he had crushed the balls of various felons in the sheriff’s cells. The rumours suggested that he crushed balls as a matter of course irrespective of any confessions about breaking the law. He was envious of Marvin, in charge of a property where cowboys met to cut off cocks and balls. So far he had no reason to interfere or take part. He knew that a few of his staff members would welcome such a fight. That was about to change.

Hector, the tailor, sewed balls into pouches. He panicked when somebody stole the latest shipment of balls from the previous cutting event. Wayne, the woodcutter who carved cocks and balls, tried to calm him down. They reluctantly agreed to contact Marvin whilst fearing his wrath. Marvin saw it as an opportunity to enlist the sheriff and his staff. Who did it? The sheriff would have fun tracking down the thieves. Their punishment could be participating in a future cutting event. At the same time he would try to persuade the sheriff and his staff members to join in. He wondered whether the black smith had stocks of suitable blades on hand. In this case he would forewarn him. The black smith had stunned six fighters as he grasped a set of balls in his left hand, sliced them off and then cut off the erect cock. The demonstration was textbook. Marvin came into town to visit Hector’s premises before the sheriff arrived to inspect the crime scene. In the rush both Hector and Marvin wore chaps with their cocks and balls exposed.

Sheriff Wetford arrived with two assistants. Hector tried in vain to minimise his embarrassment of the theft.

“What was stolen?”

“Thirteen balls.”

“Repeat. What sort of balls?”

The Sheriff moved forward and grasped Hector’s balls.

“Tell me the truth.” The Sheriff applied pressure. Hector squirmed. The pain intensified.

“What were you going to do with thirteen balls?”

Hector stumbled. “I sew ball pouches.”

“Why bother the sheriff’s office with the theft of thirteen balls? There must have been more. Come on.” The sheriff delighted in squeezing the balls even more. Hector, looked across to Marvin who nodded assent.

“Yes, there were thirty three balls.”

“That’s more like it. Let’s get this straight. You expect the Sheriff and his staff to hunt down a package of thirty three balls, apprehend the thieves, and return the thirty three balls. I have news for you. A blackmarket package such as this would have been transported elsewhere. Sure we can suspect cowboys from ranches a, b or c. It makes sense to order cowboys from these ranches to fight for at least thirty three balls. I’m sure Marvin standing over there can make the arrangements. Marvin, I must congratulate you. Your balls are outstanding. I envy the cowboy who cuts them off.”

Marvin said. “Thanks for the compliment. Perhaps I can persuade Hector to tailor a pair of chaps for you—open, of course, so that you can show off your cock and balls.”

“You know I cannot take bribes. The sheriff’s office will pay for the two assistants here plus me. I will send three other assistants for a fitting later in the day.”

Marvin continued. “I will extend a warm welcome for you and five assistants to be observers when any such cutting event is scheduled. You may already know that every cowboy visiting the property is required to wear chaps open at the front. Also, bare chests.”

Hector was relieved when the Sheriff let go of his balls. He promptly grabbed a tape measure. The sheriff obliged by pulling down his pants. Hector measured the inside leg and pretended to ignor the thick cock, the bull sized balls and the public hair. Marvin took note; he was slightly embarrassed as his cock took note as well. Oh dear, the trials of being a man.

The two assistants went about their law abiding way with professional sleuth skills. They noted where and how the thieves broke in, looked for evidence. They picked up a coloured handkerchief and a bandana off the floor. The handkerchief could mean that the wearer liked fucking cowboys; the bandana was worn by cowboys from Ranch B. Were there any witnesses? Anybody hiring a street frontage room in the hotel opposite the tailor’s premises might have seen the thieves. The Sheriff gave them permission to inspect the hotel premises. As a matter of fact a visitor renting the front room had seen the thieves—six men wearing the bandanas around their necks. What time? Well before hotel bar closing time. The two assistants were very impressed with the visitor. He looked the part of a gun slinger. They interviewed him as he rested naked on the bed. Exposed hairy chest, big bulge underneath the blanket where it counts, gun hanging within reach if they tried anything funny. A rope had burned a mark around his neck. Maybe he had escaped from a hanging. The cowboys he was running away from wore the same coloured bandanas. That’s why he recognised them from across the street.

The sheriff was pleased that the two assistants had collected circumstantial evidence and interviewed a witness. Ranch B cowboys stole the thirty three balls but recovering them might well be impossible. He would have to resort to a challenge. Replace the thirty three balls in the next round of Spring games. He knew that the Ranch overseer was a master of cutting cocks and balls. The next step would be a polite visit to Ranch B. Nevertheless the sheriff wrote out a formal warrant to inspect the premises. He collected all five assistants and headed to Ranch B.

Corey, the Ranch overseer, had a history of defying the sheriff. It was he who had strung up the gun slinger. He couldn’t remember why but it was in his interest to let the gun slinger go with a warning around his neck.

Sheriff: “I’m here to inspect the premises. Let me and my five assistants in.”

Corey: “I assume you have a warrant.”

“As cocks spurt up arses.”

“What are you looking for?”

“ Thirty three balls cut in preparation for sewing into ball pouches.”

“Fancy that. Why would you be looking here?”

“The gun slinger dobbed you in.”

“It might be a good idea if the gun slinger felt a tighter rope.”

“Go right ahead. Or keep him in mind for the Tribute to Edwin and Walter, a hanging spectacular constantly discussed as a future event.”

The five assistants combed the main Ranch house. Nothing doing. Two naked ranch hands were tied up to a fence.

“What’s that about?”

“They were a bit slack in carrying out their duties. A minor punishment.”

“The balls of both of them demand attention.” Two assistants walked over, grasped and squeezed the balls.

“That’s better.” The ranch hands grimaced in pain. The sheriff stopped the assistants from pulping the balls. It would be best for cowboys to cut off the cocks and balls.

Corey said.”You can see that we don’t have thirty three balls lying around.”

“Sure but I order you to replace the thirty three balls. Marvin will be hosting a friendly cocks and balls cutting event in Spring. You must enlist a minimum of thirty three, preferably bring forty to fifty cowboys eager to cut off cocks and balls. Marvin claims you have a reputation as a master of cutting off cocks and balls. He expects you to join in.”

Corey said. “I’m sure the cowboys in turn would like to cut off the sheriff’s cock and balls. Consider joining in. Marvin will presumably keep me posted about the proposed date and time.”

The five assistants felt their cocks bulge as they considered the prospect of fighting men for their cocks and balls.

The black smith had a nick name as well as a reputation for skilfully using his knives. The nickname was cock man. He guaranteed to slice off a man’s cock and balls with a sharp blade. His real name was Monty. From the moment Marvin ordered him to manufacture and supply knives for the Spring event he was flat out. He employed three workers who were chosen because they sported bull sized balls. They were enthusiastic about cowboys and ranch hands cutting off cocks and balls with the knives they would manufacture. Monty knew that the fighters would find the cocks and balls of these workers essential for cutting off.

Hector, the tailor, was crestfallen at the loss of thirty three balls. Wayne tried to console him by getting him to help make wooden cocks and balls to be worn as necklaces across hairy chests. Marvin was inspired by this craft and felt that it added to the cocks and balls cutting occasions. Wayne felt he had been ignored when the sheriff inspected the tailor’s premises. This was not true. One of the sheriff’s assistants, a sprightly Norton, met up with him when he returned for chaps’ measurement. Wayne took one look at Norton’s cock and bingo. Hector smiled when he saw Wayne’s rigid cock. He ushered them into a back room. They were there for nearly thirty minutes. It seemed that they fucked one another until exhaustion. Afterwards they cleaned up in the modest toilet/bathroom. Norton’s bull sized balls were bigger than Wayne’s but Wayne had the hairier chest. Wayne gave Norton a necklace to wear across his chest. Norton had read about the real thing. His imagination flared at the prospect of actual cock and balls strung across his chest. This wooden substitute would suffice for the moment.

Winter.

The winter months dragged on and on. The hotel bar decided to have a dedicated night where customers were obliged to wear chaps open at the front. The hotel owner invited the sheriff and his assistants but instructed them to respect the dress code. This was the first time that the sheriff and his assistants wore the chaps tailored by Hector. The sheriff didn’t have a problem with customers eyeing off this cock and balls. On the contrary. The assistants eyed off the balls in the bar. On one hand they fantasised about cutting them off; on the other hand they admired the range of cocks which were circumcised, uncircumcised, thick, thin, long and short. The bar customers expected a degree of voyeurism in such a dedicated night.

Preparation.

Marvin was experienced in planning cocks and balls cutting events well in advance. He sounded out military veterans to act as guards. It goes with the territory that they would be experienced in fighting and find it irresistible to join in. This time he asked Bert, owner of an extensive, distant, Ranch, whether his ranch hands would like to participate. Bert was initially reluctant at the prospect of losing ranch hands but found that his cock liked the idea. The truth was once upon a time he and comrade soldiers cut off enemy cocks and balls. The experience was so powerful it lingered long into his memory. Bert agreed to lead a group of ranch hands but wasn’t sure of the exact numbers yet. He asked Marvin for permission to recruit possible participants from Ranches ever more distant. He would try for fifty. Adhering to the dress code with chaps open at the front required planning.

Marvin would have to provide transport, overnight accommodation, meals and sanitary facilities. Fortunately the property was extensive. That’s where the unofficial mafia was a big help. They stocked a few crates of knives if they were needed.

There were a few innovations in the fighting areas. One area was dedicated to a labyrinth. A series of chest high wooden railings would force fighters to face one another. Another section was specifically for spread eagling on the ground. Fighters would take their chances as to whether they or their target would be tied up. Once in position fighters would cut off exposed cocks and balls with ease. Corey, the Ranch overseer, persuaded Marvin to introduce an area for hanging. Corey wanted noose fighters to grapple each other, hoist up, cocks to spurt followed by full ball crushing. Cutting off cocks and balls was an afterthought. One area was general purpose with spontaneous activities. The contentious area was dedicated To the Last Man Standing. There would always be fighters who were prepared to cut cocks and balls To the Last Man Standing. Marvin’s cock responded at the very memory of the last such event.

The leaders for want of a better word would wear brown leather straps on both arms. The guards would wear black leather straps on both arms. The distinction between cowboys and ranch hands was deliberately kept unclear. Marvin wanted the fighters to have a good time. Sometimes that included so called friendly fire where fighters targeted members of their own side. Tough but necessary.

Assembly.

Twenty guards assembled. This was maybe more than essential. Who cares? They were willing and able. Their instructions were fairly straight forward. Crush the balls of shirkers, would be escapees. No exceptions. Cut off cocks and shove them into mouths. Volunteers were called for in the labyrinth, spread eagling section and the hanging area. The fighters would consider them targets so they would have to defend themselves and cut off cocks and balls .The general purpose area might require some help depending on the flow.

Approximately fifty cowboys, fifty ranch hands, a few leaders and last minute arrivals the Sheriff and his five assistants. The leaders had the task of explaining the different fighting areas. At first the Ranch hands were perplexed. They didn’t expect such a choice. They thought they were going to simply cut off cocks and balls. A surprising number considered spread eagling, asked awkward questions. A lot of team work was required to capture a target, position him on the ground, apply the handcuffs, tent pegs etc. One fighter could hold up the cock and balls for the second fighter to cut them off. The fighting could continue as long as the fighters wanted. Murray, an experienced guard, volunteered to run this section.

By comparison the cowboys were more familiar with the noose and hangings. Most of them had attended hangings where the exposed cocks spurted. They were a little apprehensive at the thought that balls would be crushed. A few genuinely looked forward to crushing balls. Corey would be leading this.

The Labyrinth attracted the adventurous and those fighters welcoming full frontal assault. The railings channeled fighters against one another. Those who made it to the central area faced an open space. Where numbers permit fighters are tackled from behind whilst their colleagues cut off the exposed cock and balls from the front. Bert volunteered his services here.

The General Purpose area is for the tentative, unsure, but willing to try cutting off cocks and balls. The cowboys are fighting against the Ranch hands. The Sheriff volunteered to run this.

The event.

Cock man, the blacksmith, and his three assistants finished making sixty knives. The unofficial mafia supplied the remaining forty or so knives. Both blades were guaranteed to slice off cocks and balls with ease. An assistant handed out knives for the labyrinth, spread eagling and hanging areas. It followed that they joined in that activity. Cock man persuaded the unofficial mafia representative to hand out knives to the General Purpose section. The cock man intended to move from one group to another.

Spoiler alert. The unofficial mafia representative relished cutting off an erect cock and set of balls. He held them up in the air whilst a sheriff’s assistant sliced off his cock and balls. Nice work. Never underestimate any mafiosa types. The representative counter attacked and sliced off the sheriff’s assistant’s cock and balls. The sheriff noted one assistant down, four more to go.

Murray, the guard, was an expert at spread eagling. The equipment laid out on the ground was more than adequate for the number of fighters. There were twelve serious fighters and six or so hangers on. He ordered the serious fighters to capture a hangers on, showed them how to lower them to the ground, spread out the arms and legs, select the appropriate handcuffs and tent pegs, position them firmly. It was imperative now that one fighter grasped and raised the balls. When the cock was now erect they could decide on the spot whether to make it spurt. The cock spurting would be immediately followed by a fighter cutting off the cock and balls. He recommended shoving any severed cock down the mouth. The target would choke from his cock. A second guard added that severed cocks could be swapped into other mouths. The twelve serious fights tackled the six hangers on. Now came the moment of truth when they tackled each other. Not a problem. Not quite. One fighter spread eagled on the ground panicked.

“Let me keep my cock and balls. Please don’t cut me.”

Murray bent down, grasped the balls. “Is this better?” He pulped the balls as the fighter screamed. Then he beckoned a fighter to cut off the cock and crushed balls.

There were three, vacant, spread eagle positions. Murray decided to have a synchronised cocks and balls cutting. The fighters jostled for position, tried to escape capture. Three fighters lost. By now their cocks were fully erect. Murray directed the fighters to pull the erect cocks for their farewell spurting. Pick up the knives. Look carefully at the blade. Sharp enough? Once again one fighter raise up the balls. That’s it. Now position the blade beside the balls. On the third count cut off the balls.

“One. Two. Three.”

The fighters held up the three sets of cocks and balls.

“Wasn’t that easy? Who’s next?”

“When do we stop?”

“Guess. Is your cock and balls ready for the blade?”

“It’s about time we tackled a guard.” Three fighters tackled the second guard. Murray tried to stop them but he knew the psychology of killing. They wouldn’t be satisfied until they overcame the second guard, spread eagled him, and cut off his cock and balls. In fact the second guard’s cock and balls were very presentable. First of all the cock spurted profusely. The balls were a bonus bull size. The blade cut them off meticulously. A fighter severed the cock and shoved it down the second guard’s throat.

Cock man, the blacksmith, arrived unexpectedly on the scene.

“Need some help guard?”

“Well yes if you have a spare knife. By the way your assistant needs lessons in spread eagling. I sent him away as I don’t have time here to train him.”

Cock man and Murray honed in on the remaining fighters who had no love lost for each other. Cock man insisted on cutting one set of cock and balls. Murray let a fighter cut off the second cock and balls. That left two fighters who made a tactical mistake. They were daredevils. They advanced on both the cock man and Murray, grasped the balls. Normally this would work but the cock man and Murray were experienced. They cut into the arms holding the balls, when their balls were released they attacked the two fighters. The knives were so sharp they simply sliced off the cocks and balls. Dare devil cock man swapped the severed cocks and shoved them down the fighters’ mouths. That was the end of fighting in the spread eagling area for the moment.

Marvin was unconvinced about the chest high railings in the Labyrinth. They were a lot of work to design and build not to mention the expense. On the other hand he could see for himself that they facilitated full frontal assault. The sight of bare chested fighters wearing chaps with exposed cocks and balls was exactly what he wanted to see in the first instance. Of course, in the second instance he wanted to see the fighters cut off cocks and balls. The blacksmith’s assistant enjoyed handing out knives. He expected fighters to drop them and return for another. One thing caught his attention. The cocks erected as the fighting progressed. It was a joy to see them firstly erect followed by the knives cutting them. Bert found it too stimulating. To get to the centre he had to fight past three cowboys but so far cut off only one set of cocks and balls. Essentially the railings channeled fighters against one another. There were railing breaks where fighters could move to another funnel. The ranch hands proved to be ferocious against the cowboys. Bert was not surprised that they excelled at cutting off cowboy cocks and balls. Somewhere along the line Marvin had mentioned a target of thirty three. He presumed Marvin meant cocks and balls. Wow! Bert’s cock fully erected. The central area was an enclosed circle with fighters from both sides. Fighters wrestled and gripped fighters from behind. These moves were classic. By now the cocks were fully erect and primed to spurt. Bert pulled a cock off but then found a fighter grasping his own cock. He made the mistake of wallowing as his cock spurted. He missed seeing the knife poised above. The fighter grasped Bert’s balls and slashed the knife downwards. The fighter aimed for and hit the shaft. Bert’s cock was severed. His balls required a second slash. Before he knew it his cock jutted out of his mouth. Would you believe?

Was his the thirty third?

The guards protecting the perimeter were bored out of their mind until three fighters attempted to escape. They couldn’t care less whether they were cowboys, ranch hands or strays. All they cared about was that they had a set of cock and balls. For drama’s sake they lined up the captured three fighters. Three guards volunteered to carry out their duty. The fighters screamed out “No. No. No.” The guards positioned their hands around the balls. “No. Not my balls. Help.” Help indeed. On the count of three, “One. Two. Three.” the guards pulped the balls in accordance with their orders. Cutting off the cocks and balls was a mercy. The cocks of these three guards were fully erect. Other guards laughed as they pointed to the erect cocks. The guards became restless as they could see fighters in the distance having a good time. Soon they would want to join in.

A guard confronted Marvin and demanded to know why he was moving from area to area. There was only one answer to that. Marvin sliced off the guard’s cock and balls.

Corey took precautions as he intended to attend any forthcoming hanging Tribute to Edwin and Walter. He used three guards mainly for hoisting up the fighters. The cowboys had the edge over the Ranch hands. The nooses were a mixture of fixed to a gibbet as well as loose. The loose nooses gave the Ranch hands a real fright. They experienced an anxious period before they were hoisted up. The hoisting up was bliss. Their cocks jumped to attention. Their balls hardened. It was only a matter of time before their cocks spurted. In some cases this was onto the chest of the fighter poised to cut off their cocks and balls. But, first, Corey insisted that the balls be pulped. Sure it was daunting but very manly. The cowboys who were caught by the Ranch hands appreciated the skill with which the Ranch hands cut off their cocks and balls. The ball pulping remained painful. The psychology of noosing remained a motivator for a clique group of cowboys and Ranch hands. Three cowboys noosed a guard who swung in the breeze. Corey toyed with rescuing the guard whose cock sprung into action. He let the cowboys have their fun. The cock spurted over one cowboy’s chest. They took it in turns to first pulp the balls and then cut off the cock. The blacksmith’s assistant collected knives whenever any were dropped on the ground. He wasn’t fussed with the hanging but enjoyed watching the knives cutting off cocks and pulped balls.

Back in the General Purpose area the Sheriff ordered select cowboys to fight Ranch hands. He gave priority to the fighters with the biggest, erect, cocks. It was satisfying to select odd numbers—three fighters so that it could be two against one, five fighters so that it could be three against two, and so on. Whilst the other fighters watched they stroked their cocks. Eventually a point was reached after which the fighting became a free for all. Once the cocks and balls cutting started there was no way of stopping. The blacksmith’s assistant targeted an erect cock. He pulled the cock to feel it spurt over his hand. He neglected to see the cock’s owner hold a knife above him. The blade sliced off his own cock and balls.

Spoiler alert. It would be nice to say that the Sheriff’s remaining four assistants survived. They didn’t. The Sheriff watched in dismay as four fighters cut off their cocks and balls.

The Sheriff wondered whether anybody was left to move To the Last Man Standing fighting area. It was misnamed. The fighting would stop when it suited the fighters. That was a different scenario to the Hollywood fight to the death. There were crazed fighters mainly from the Labyrinth area. He did not know that some of the guards were primed to join in.

“Stop! Stop fighting! Consider your next step. You can join in To the Last Man Standing nearby. Leave now if you wish. Otherwise, continue fighting when I blow the whistle.”

About twelve fighters left. Every one of them sported an erect cock. Even the Sheriff’s cock had sprung to life during the fighting. It wouldn’t remain live for many more minutes. Three fighters closed in on the Sheriff. He slashed at one of them and missed. In fact all four cocks were fully erect. The Sheriff felt a fighter pulling his erect cock. He knew that his cock would be spurting for the last time. He went with the flow and enjoyed it. The second fighter wielded the knife. Yes, the blade was sharp. He hardly felt a thing in the first instance but then the pain hit him. And the realisation that his sex life was over. Next he choked on his cock shoved down his mouth. His work as a Sheriff counted for nothing in this fighting area. The third fighter turned his attention to a fighter crying on his right side.

“What’s wrong?”

“I haven’t scored a set of cock and balls.”

“Let me help you.” The third fighter wrestled a fighter from behind.

“Go ahead. Do it.”

The crying fighter cut off the cock and balls.

“Nice work but I’m afraid there is a penalty.”

The third fighter cut off the cock and balls of the crying fighter. In turn the fighter who had just lost his cock and balls counter attacked. The third fighter lost. The cutting of cocks and balls continued. Marvin called five minutes to the end. Some fighters used the last five minutes to score again. It was touch and go as to which fighters would keep their cocks and balls. Two fighters went over time. Marvin gave their blades the benefit of the doubt. Another two sets scored.

Cock man assembled the participants in To the Last Man Standing. The number of guards surprised him including Murray. The guards had no qualms about cutting off each other’s cocks and balls. He expected foot loose cowboys but not the quiet Ranch hands. He presented the fighters were a replacement knife. He had personally forged them and was happy to see them used properly. He claimed they were designed to cut off cocks and balls. Nobody was prepared to disagree with him. He himself was not joining them. He wished them well and left. One of the guards from the hanging area had a whistle which he blew. The Ranch hands started on the guards who sprung into action. The cocks and balls didn’t have a chance when sharp blades cut into the flesh. The fighting was fairly equal. A Ranch hand fell to a guard. A guard fell to a cowboy. A cowboy fell to a Ranch hand. Soon the Ranch hands and the cowboys started to feel tired. The guards wore them down then cut off their cocks and balls. The guards were now the Last Men Standing. Did they want to continue? Yes. Two of them wanted to fight a duel to the death. The fight was very satisfying, long winded, and resulted in both of them cutting off each other’s cock and balls. A friendly guard swapped their cocks and shoved them down their throats.

Marvin was able to replace the stolen thirty three balls. Hector was given a bonus with extra balls to sew into pouches. It kept him busy but he did wonder. When would his own balls become targets? The cowboys in Ranch B were carefully following his sewing.

V

Tribute to Edwin and Walter, a hanging spectacular

Marvin tasked Corey, the Ranch overseer, to organise a fair day strictly for men. In particular men with strong arms and shoulders will be welcome. Corey had a well-earned reputation for crushing balls on hanging men. The Necktie Parties which Edwin and Walter organised are legendary in their panoramic scope. Some of the men which Corey sees on the Ranch and the cowboys elsewhere share the hanging lust. The fair day is for them.

Corey decided to be upfront. Hanging men requires physical strength. For that reason he arranged selection days. Participants were required to be bare chested, wear leather chaps or equivalent with cocks and balls fully exposed. My oh my, what a feast! The physically strong candidates stood out; however, there were men with the hanging lust prepared to take their chances. He respected that.

A number of candidates had heard of the recent cock and ball cutting events. They asked Corey whether the fair day could include this sport. Corey was surprised as he had his mind on crushing rather than cutting balls. All participants with bull sized balls were guaranteed entrance. He would have to inspect the gibbet layout first before he made a decision about a cock and ball cutting area. Nevertheless he took note of their names and promised to accommodate their interest.

Corey supervised the construction of the gibbets. The builders specialised in fencing; gibbets were an optional extra. Marvin insisted that all visitors have a bare chest and wear chaps with cocks and balls exposed. The owner of the building firm enjoyed this demand. He himself had a hairy chests, bull sized balls and a thick cock. Corey met him at the front gate. The two of them walked and considered various locations. The builder chose a raised area as the assembly point. The gibbets lower down were on a flat area. How many fixed nooses? How many loose nooses? Corey was slightly embarrassed. Pre-enrolments suggested that twenty nooses would be a starting point.

The builder had a name—Dewitt. Corey and he laughed when their cocks rose to the occasion. Dewitt had built a temporary gibbet construction a few months ago.

“It was a success as far as hanging men goes. However, they didn’t get paid. The hangers took it on themselves to hang their Boss. I’m not surprised. He was very stroppy. For that reason I insist on payment in full in advance.”

Corey said “understood”.

“Please consider the shape of a square. Four sides face one another. Each gibbet is strong enough to hold three to five hangings. This would accommodate your proposed twenty hangings. We provide the necessary pegs to attach the loose nooses. It would be useful to have a raised, timber, plank beside each gibbet. This helps hangers step up, secure the nooses around the target and launch him. The sight of targets thrusting their legs into space brings a smile to many a manly face.”

Corey asked “will the cocks spurt?”

Dewitt replied. “ Remember we have a track record. The Boss’s cock spurted profusely. The nooses we install are high quality. They tighten around the neck in the best possible way to awaken the cock for its final spurt.” He laughs. “Nobody has complained”.

“How long will it take to order the materials, deliver on site and construct the gibbets etc?”

“About three weeks. Do you want a trial hanging?”

“I better say yes. Marvin, our Boss, may need to pay back a favour.”

Dewitt said. “I want to ask you a special favour. I believe you are a balls man. Let’s hold each other’s balls in a friendly way. It’s great to both have bull sized balls.”

“Get to the point.”

“George whom we employ from time to time wants to lead a cocks and balls cutting event. He is wondering whether there is room besides your hanging Tribute for such an event. He believes that Edwin and Walter would have included such an event.”

“As a matter of fact a few candidates expressed interest. Does George sport a set of cocks and balls worth cutting off?”

“A candidate would take great pleasure in knifing the bottom shaft of George’s rock solid cock. A few men have tried but George counter-attacked cutting off their cocks and balls. He choked them using the severed cock and balls.”

“Well, he’s got the right idea. Next question: will he cope when the candidates reward him?”

“What to you mean by reward?”

“As a thank you for arranging the event a candidate will try to cut off George’s cock and balls.”

“Let me hold my cock. It’s erect like yours. The thought turns both of us on.”

“Send George across to meet me. Advise him of Marvin’s dress regulations. A cock with a big shaft sounds promising for such an event. Perhaps your builders could fence in an area designated for cocks and balls cutting.”

“Back to serious business. Deposit payment over the next few days. Rest of payment in full when I quote each item. Our construction work on fences, gibbets, nooses and timber planks is guaranteed. It’s a fact of life that the nooses may cut into some necks. The builders can’t do anything about it. As for George, well, I hope you can accommodate his enthusiasm. Maybe we both want a participant to get lucky by cutting off his cock and balls. By the way we have a supplier of suitable knives. George has already tested them out and found them satisfactory. That will be an extra charge. We will commence construction as soon as you have paid in full.”

Marvin was happy to pay up. Too easy. Getting the mafioso style garbage collectors to remove the bodies was a different story. They wanted ten men of their choosing to take part in the hangings. Marvin played along. Would they nominate men for the cocks and balls cutting as well? Six men, only six but their cocks and balls were looking forward to the threat of the knives. As an extra bonus can we trial a hanging? Sure. Happy to oblige but can the participants practice carrying the target on their shoulders from the assembly area to the noose? Can I be a witness and issue instructions?

George’s cock was everything that Dewitt had promised. His curriculum vitae included military training which would be helpful in leading an event. He was used to open air activities. He thought the proposed fenced in area was too vast. He preferred an area where the participants were closer to one another. An outsize boxing or wrestling ring would fill the bill. Marvin paid for two boxes of fifty knives. The promotional material with the invoice claimed that the knives were especially designed to cut off cocks and balls. This was a big claim but even the cocks and balls of hanging men were fair game.

Trial Day: the garbage truck arrived on time with the supervisor who negotiated with Marvin, two security guards sporting thick cocks and eleven men. Ten of these men will be participating in the hanging Tribute. The eleventh man is the target today. Marvin explained what he wanted. The eleventh man tried to escape. Two security guards punched reason back into him. Marvin asked the carriers to form up as a four, a six and an eight man team. By now most cocks had sprung to attention. The supervisor gave the final go-ahead. The eleventh man cried out as he was raised above shoulders.

“Help!” His cock took notice. The two spare men took turns in manhandling the cock and balls. The supervisor walked across and stroked the hairy chest. In the future men with hairy chests would be labelled “bears”. When the party arrived at the gibbet area they stepped onto the timber plank. Marvin asked them to use a loose noose. The eleventh man looked distressed when they fixed the noose around his neck. It took a while before they secured the noose to the tent pegs in the ground. The supervisor raised him high. The noose cut into his neck. One of the security guards kicked him so that his body swung into the air. The noose fittings stood the test of the trial. The eleventh man experienced a professional hanging. His tongue shot out after a few minutes. The erect cock dribbled a bit then spurted over the chest of one of the men. The other security guard rubbed the cum up and down his chest. The supervisor handed Marvin a knife.

“I wish to thank you for letting us trial the hanging Tribute. Cut off his cock and balls.”

Marvin’s cock spewed as the knife sliced off the cock and balls. The supervisor expected this to happen. The eleventh man was breathing very faintly. The supervisor beckoned one of the ten men to finish him off. The man chose to throttle him. Nice work! As a courtesy the supervisor assembled the two security guards and the ten men for Marvin to inspect. The supervisor requested Marvin to keep the severed cock and balls for use as an amulet at the hanging Tribute. Marvin was impressed with the chests, strong arms and shoulders of the ten men returning for the main event. It was clear to him that they enjoyed participating in terminal games. The threat of death did not phase them one bit. The two security guards removed the bloody noose from the body. The noose would need cleaning if it was to be recycled. They put the body itself in a standard morgue bag into the garbage truck.

In this instance the assembly area had to include light refreshments and water. The piss trough was a beauty. It was big enough for a man to lie in it. Some men thrived on pissing over one another.

Corey regretted that the assembly area wasn’t bigger. He had to allocate participants to either the hanging Tribute group or the cock and ball cutters. By and large the men got their wishes.

Marvin gave a prep talk welcoming them. He wore the amulet of the severed cock and balls on a chain across his chest. Impressive! He explained that Edwin and Walter staged hanging panoramas which like minded men still talked about. He was sure they would approve of both nooses, hands strangling and choking necks. Nor did they overlook a man’s dream of cutting off another man’s cock and balls. Today George is the experienced task master for cocks and balls cutters. Move over to the adjoining paddock where he will issue instructions and fresh knives. I ordered knives for everybody today to take one. Keep it as a souvenir. Better still use it on newly hung men who no longer need their cocks and balls. More of that later.

In their own way Edwin and Walter were hard taskmasters. They provided the wherewith-all for hangers to enjoy the special occasion. We guarantee that your cocks will spurt. The hanging area is spread over four gibbet sections. The opening sequence be a formal Tribute to Edwin and Walter. The start will be six men forming up in four groups. The remaining men will select targets for each of these groups at random. The objective is to carry the target on the shoulders of four men from the assembly area to one of the gibbet locations. The two accompanying men might manhandle the cock and balls. The six men noose the target. They stay with the target, milk the cock, crush the balls and finish him off if necessary. The ambience will be improved if the targets shout and scream against their random fate. The opening sequence is completed when a second formation of six men and a target carries the target on their shoulders, arrives at the gibbet area and nooses the target. You will notice a timber plank below the gibbet. Stand on this to secure the noose and hoist the target. Same procedure as before.

Most of the participants are now assembled in the hanging killing area. The fighting is a free-for-all where hanging is the main priority. It was clever to instruct participants to step onto the timber plank. Some men found it easy to reach up and collect a noose. Putting it over a neck was a breeze. The physically demanding part was securing the noose by raising the target up or securing the pegs. All men took great pleasure today in raising targets up. They enjoyed hanging men.

The builders went to a lot of trouble to install a combination of fixed and loose nooses. Pulping the balls is strictly for men hanging on their last breath so to speak. Here is a rare opportunity to pulp balls. Take it. Corey would be in ball heaven. Marvin had to direct a few stragglers who couldn’t make up their minds. A noose would look good on their strong necks.

The hanging area is electrifying with the screams of men pleading as the nooses tighten and cut back their breathing. The cocks jump to attention in spite of the screams. A helping hand intensifies the pressure. A surprising number of cocks spurt over chests down below. Men rub it into each other’s chest, a friendly gesture before they apply the noose. Marvin now sees the benefit of loose and fixed nooses. The fixed nooses are occupied. Dewitt supplied extra loose nooses because he knew they would be required. Whether the gibbets could hold the extra hangings was another question.

The hanging area is crowded with hanging bodies and men with alternative ideas. They pinned men down from behind whilst another man strangled or choked. They took it in turns to strangle or choke. Choking with severed cocks was popular. The target would keep chucking up. They had to closely monitor and reapply pressure with the cock down the throat.

Two men attacked Marvin who had great difficulty in fending them off. The threat triggered off an erect cock poised to spurt. He grabbed a loose noose, positioned it around a neck and pulled tight. That was one way of eliminating a target. The man’s friend tried to check the loose noose but no luck. The target gasped for breath, tried to chuck up. Marvin kicked both of them in the balls. They responded with shrieks of pain.

The ten garbage men were welcome as they hung targets with expertise. Marvin wondered whether the garbage company wanted to eliminate them. Instead they thrived on the hangings. All ten survived for another day.

Corey, as he himself predicted, faced a challenge where he had to employ his knife. His opponent had a hairless chest but lots of pubic hair down below. The balls were camouflaged in hair. No matter. The knife sliced off the balls. Pity about that. He would have liked to pulp them. He looked at the opponent’s erect cock for too many seconds. The opponent brought his knife above Corey’s cock and hacked into it. Corey counter attacked and successfully cut off the opponent’s cock. Then Corey started crying. He put his hands around the opponent’s neck; the opponent did likewise. They strangled each other.

The hanging Tribute was proceeding at an acceptable pace. Next door in the adjoining paddock George had organised two teams to fight one another. First of all they were impressed with the knives and intended to use them for the stated purpose of cutting off cocks and balls. The six men from the garbage company were physically tough and possibly experienced hit men. The rest of the participants were cocks and balls fodder but that’s alright. George was happy to adjust to this situation on hand. Some men shouted and screamed in horror as knives cut away their cocks and balls. George took great care to swap cocks and shove them down mouths. He liked choking men. The garbage men took note. They were sceptical about the idea of a winning team; in their minds the winners kept their cocks and balls at the end. George didn’t have the authority for a winning team to execute the losing team. The garbage men wouldn’t have a bar of this. As Corey predicted a garbage man challenged George. The other five men locked the two opponents into a circle. Maybe it was unfair but the erect cocks didn’t care. George had always enjoyed a circle jerk but this time he was trapped. Two men laughed as their cocks spurted. Another man stepped forward and grabbed his cock. It was an opportunity to strike back. At the same time the shaft of his cock was fully extended. The knife hacked into the back of the shaft. He knew enough about cock cutting to know that the cock was finished. He counter attacked. The man responded by pulping his big balls. Ouch! In spite of the pain George thrust again with the knife. This time he was successful. The knife cut into the cock. He thrust a second time and severed the whole cock. He too pulped the opponent’s balls.

The garbage men systematically cut off the cocks and balls of the remaining players. By the time Marvin arrived to inspect the garbage men were the only men left with working cocks and balls. The garbage men insisted on collecting the severed cocks and balls. Marvin preferred the balls to be made into pouches. He could hardly argue. The garbage men suffered one only casualty in two events. Besides Marvin still had a working cock and balls. He hoped that Edwin and Walter would have been impressed with the hanging Tribute. Every fixed and loose noose was in use. The result of the Hillbilly Balls and hanging Tribute events was that there were few men left alive in the area.

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