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You beaut ball busting
days Conclusion to Strangulation Jig dedicated to BBcrusher
Characters: Darren Hit, nickname Strangle
Dare Leo, mining company manager Henry, his fuck buddy Keith, store man Attila, leader of striking
miners Morrow Spoiler
alert:
Striking miners and mercenaries will fight. The objective is to ball bust and
cut off cocks. It will not matter if there is No Last Man standing. Spoiler
alert:
excerpt. Three ball crushers spreadeagled a
striking miner on the floor. The miner pleaded with them. “Pull my lovely
cock. I want it to spurt one last time.” The ball crushers laughed, fingered
the balls. “Sure but where’s the erection? Too late.” The miner screamed
before and during when the ball crushers pulped the balls. For good measure
they cut off the cock and shoved it back into the
miner’s mouth. It shut him up. Spoiler
alert: Ball
busting. Cut big balls. Cut big cocks. Ball
busting comment: A conventional short story creates drama long the lines such as Will the main characters escape a
fate worse than death? This story is different. The reader can be assured
that the maximum number of male characters will explore and enjoy ball
busting, cocks and balls cutting. The intention is not to escape but to
ensure a successful cock killing. So be it. Bring on you beaut
ball busters. It’s great fun.
Leo, the
mining company manager was enraged. The striking miners had captured Henry,
his fuck buddy. They pulped his balls, sliced off
his cock and shover it into his mouth. Leo was told
they joked as they systematically choked him on his own cock. Revenge! They
would pay. He will order the mercenaries to crush the striking miners’ balls.
Every ball. No exception. To really fuck them up slice off the cocks. Finish
them off with strangling or breaking their necks. A few weeks
ago Keith, the store man, reported that a box of castration knives was
missing. You might reasonably ask why a mining company would stock castration
knives. Keith was a closet castration enthusiast. He answered an advertisement
in a mercenary magazine. To his surprise the company proposed visiting him. A
bare chested salesman arrived with a sales assistant. The knife manufacturer
needed to expand its range of customers. There was too much competition for
the military dollar. Keith called for Leo to join him for the inspection. The
salesman asked the assistant to show his whopper cock and balls. Imagine the
thrill of slicing off such a cock and balls. He showed them the maximum spot
to kill the cock beyond the point of no return. Leo liked the knife’s ability
to slice off the balls in one movement. The assistant was considering
enlisting for a military policeman. I think MPs like whopper cocks in the
ranks. Anyway the salesman convinced them to buy two boxes at a special price.
Little did Keith imagine that he would shortly satisfy his dream of using the
knife to slice off one, two, no three sets of cocks and balls. Bliss. Leo suspected
that the striking miners had stolen the box. That meant the mercenary force
would face serious competition in ball busting and slicing off cocks and
balls. Leo asked Keith to issue a knife to himself and one for Keith. Keith
is to accompany the mercenaries. Be warned that the mercenaries will fight
naked. Both striking miners, mercenaries and you are likely to be casualties. Leo stripped
naked before he addressed the assembled mercenaries and Keith at eleven
o’clock. “Ready for
man to man combat? Attack and destroy the striking miners. Pay particular
attention to crushing their balls and slicing off their cocks. No exceptions!
Repeat. No exceptions!” Strangle Dare
stepped forward. “Keith, the store man issuing us with these knives, is
joining us. Help him if he gets into a tight spot. Store man: move up to the
front so everybody can see you. Respectable sized cock. Nice balls. Anybody
got a bigger cock. Hands up.” Two
mercenaries put their hands up. They weren’t joking. The cocks were whopper
size. Store man: measure them against a castration knife. Wow! They are
longer than the castration knife. Mercenaries: line up for a new issue of a
knife. Leo, the mining manager, says you can keep them as a souvenir. These
mercenaries had been chosen because they were experienced in cutting off
enemy cocks and balls. They already had a few castration knives as souvenirs
but were happy to collect a new one. The force had
to navigate through a disused mining tunnel to access the striking miners.
Coal dust blackened their naked bodies. It was only a matter of time before
the black coal dust covered their cocks and balls. They had to accept the
fact. Striking miner scouts reported their advance to contact. Attila, the
striking miner leader, ordered his men to set up an ambush. The mercenaries
had no option but to fight their way through. Two pairs fought with bare
hands but rolled in the black coal dust. For a few minutes it was harmless
fun rubbing chests against one another. Then, the four fighters bent down and
brought up their castration knives. They didn’t try to escape. They focussed on the opposing cock. By now the cocks were a
good size for action. They stepped forward, grasped the balls in their left
hands and cut down on the cock shaft. Very professional. In an instant four
cocks were damaged beyond repair. Whenever a blade cut through the cock shaft
it was the beginning of the end. A second cut might sever the cock totally.
An alternative move was to hold the balls and cock from underneath. A sharp
blade might sever both balls and cocks from the body. The two mercenaries
crushed the miners’ two sets of balls. Screams. Surprise? The striking
miners waited for the mercenaries to arrive in the changing room beside the
shower area. This was big enough for a full frontal fight. It was unusual for
the attacking force to have an emphasis on ball busting. The miners were
spooked as they knew it would be painful. Slicing off a cock was not as
painful. Every body was in close proximity. The
mercenaries made good use of this. They adopted well
rehearsed capture and execute drills. So, a mercenary pinned a miner from
behind. His colleague crushed the exposed balls from the front, sliced off
the cock. The first mercenary then strangled the
miner. The striking
miners scored a major triumph when they captured the two mercenaries with the
whopper cocks. They had a well rehearsed scenario
of their own. They taunted the mercenaries as the cocks became fully erect.
They held the erect cocks in their hands. “First to
come gets the chop.” The two
mercenaries shuddered as they could see there was no escape. Both cocks
spurted simultaneously. The castration knives proved their mettle. The
striking miners switched the severed cocks and shoved them down the
mercenaries’ throats. The striking miners went further. They ensured that the
severed cocks choked the mercenaries. The process took longer. For a
fleeting moment the two leaders flirted with the idea of negotiation. They realised that the fighters enjoyed a cock and balls
fight. These were truly memorable moments and tough if your severed cock
ended up in your mouth or a colleagues. The changing
room had minimal furniture. There were timber benches to sit on. The lockers
included towels. Attila took the initiative to break and slow down the
assault. He proposed that two fighters move into the shower area, whack each
other with towels. Two castration knives will sit on the floor. When Attila
considers they have whacked each other enough he will order them to pick up a
knife. Two fighters were happy to play with towels. It reminded them of
college hazing days. The difference is this time there are no limits. They
belted one another from head to toe. Invariably the towels hit the arses and backs rather than the front. Perhaps they
should have been using whips. No matter. The cocks were now big enough. Move
closer. Some spectators started to heckle them. The two fighters concentrated
on belting the front. The towels whipped the cocks and balls. Harder. Ready?
Stoop down and pick up a knife. What’s the problem? Attila instructs a
watching miner to inspect their cocks. They want their cocks to spurt before
they play with the knives. Alright. Reasonable request. Hold the knives up
with the right hand. Use the left hand to hold the opposing cock. Can
everybody see? The cocks are erect and ready for attention. Slowly. Start
pulling slowly. That’s right. Both cocks must spurt before you use the
knives. Miner, shout out as the cocks spurt. Cock one:
spurt. Cock two: spurt. The mercenary who was experienced sliced into the
base of the opposing cock shaft. No, the traumatised
miner shuddered. The mercenary crushed the balls then returned to the cock.
This time he cut right through the cock, separated and held it up high. He
had the attention of the spectators so he shoved the cock into the miner’s
throat. He kept the cock head jutting out. The miner gagged. The mercenary
choked him until he stopped breathing. Textbook demonstration. Back in the
changing room two strong miners overcome a mercenary. They positioned him
face up on the timber trestle. The mercenary fiercely resisted but the two miners
kept the pressure up. A third miner played with the uncircumcised cock and
balls. My. The cock would have fucked men many times. Pity about this. The
miner positioned the blade right underneath the balls with the cock flopping
on top. The blade hacked through the balls but kept the cock on top. He
started again. He didn’t know that you aimed for the base of the cock shaft.
He cut the cock in half. Oh well. Further cuts would sever both the cock and
balls. A miner
challenged Strangle Dare, the mercenary leader. It happened by chance as the
crowd pushed their chests together in the changing room. They started by
pawing each other’s hairy chest. Then they lowered their hands, clutched each
other’s balls and squeezed. The pain was the fifty
third shade of grey, a taunt rather than a sadistic gesture. They broke away
with a smile. Keith, the
store man, knew that some of the striking miners were cunts. He was happy to
castrate one, two and three of them. The experience was wonderful, the
culmination of his castration fantasies. Be careful what you wish for. Two
mercenaries set him up for his first castration. The miner was standing up,
gripped from behind. The cock was erect. Keith trembled as he sliced off the cock. The second mercenary pulped the balls. This was the
highlight of the store man’s life which would shortly end. The striking
miners discovered his identity. A traitor! A posse did him over. They let him
see his severed cock and balls before he lost consciousness. The
mercenaries lived up to their reputation as cock killers. The ball busting
was an optional extra. The fact was that the miners were worthy opponents,
fearless, reckless and strong. Attila chose
a mercenary who looked every inch the classic fighting men. They enjoyed
playing silly games in the midst of this terminal event. First to come loses.
No. First to come is the point at which we take up our knives. Why pretend?
We have a mission to fight one another. No, we don’t. It’s difficult to
explain but they broke away and moved onto other targets. The
mercenaries mostly stuck to the plot but one mercenary couldn’t resist
choking a miner. He made up for this oversight by castrating and crushing the
balls of the dead miner. The miners were losing but the mercenaries weren’t
winning. The fighting continued with an occasional interruption. The time had
come for a bright idea, a change of pace to keep things moving. A drink. One
of the lockers contained a few cans of beer. A miner poured it down another
miner’s hairy chest. A third miner went down on the cock and swallowed both
the beer and the cock. The mercenaries had little time for cock sucking. They
were restless to continue the ball crushing and get out of here. It wasn’t
going to happen. the ball crushing was accompanied by rigorous slicing of
cocks and balls. Few fighters kept the stamina required for full frontal
assaults. The mercenaries became impatient; the miners flagged because of the
siege. Every fighter started to make mistakes. A miner
dropped his knife at a critical moment. The mercenary was able to grasp the
balls and slice off the cock. Then he crushed the
balls. The miner was relieved when the mercenary choked him. The mercenaries
were very accomplished in strangling after they had crushed the balls beyond
the pain threshold. The miners made occasional remarks along the lines of
black humour. “Can I keep my cock?” “Sure. In
your mouth.” Strangle Dare
was dismayed that he had lost so many fighting men. The striking miners were
not trained in the military but they made up for it with sheer bravado and
sharp knives. It wasn’t just a question of fighting for their lives. They
loved slicing off cocks and balls. The striking
miners tried a variation using the timber bench. They captured and
overpowered a mercenary, positioned him over the bench. His head sunk towards
the floor, the two legs sunk to the floor on the opposite side. On top of the
bench his cock and balls awaited the knife. You would think he would be
strong enough to escape from this position. He waited too long. The miners
took turns with their knives. A miner held up the now erect cock. “No. Let me
keep my beautiful cock.” The cock
responded by spurting over the knife blade. “It looks
like a match in heaven.” The miner
carefully cut the cock right off. The mercenary screamed. The first miner
returned the severed cock with the head jutting out. “See. I let
you keep your beautiful cock.” The miners
would shortly get their comeuppance. The remaining fighters assembled in the
shower area where there was more room. Why aren’t
the leaders joining in? Leo, the mine manager, specified that the two leaders
fight a duel to the death at the end. Strangle Dare volunteered the
information that their mission was to pulp the miners’ balls without
exception. Attila said “ Line up. Let’s show that our cocks are primed. Who
has the biggest cocks?” Embarrassment. Both leaders have. “Alright. One miner
versus one mercenary. Fight to cut off a big cock. The two fighters adjusted
their hand positions on the knives. The remaining fighters formed a tight
circle around them. The fighting proceeded with a different outcome. Forget
about fair play. Both fighters were captured from behind. Somebody, lucky
somebody, came forward and sliced off their cocks and balls. That didn’t stop
them from fighting back when they were released. Six fighters experienced the
thrill of slicing off cocks. Four fighters crushed each other’s balls before
they sliced off the cocks. Attila and Strangle Dare helped put the severed
cocks into mouths. The time had
come for the two leaders. They were genuinely surprised that they were the
last two fighters left. Their cocks were ready for a final spurt. the leaders
looked across the changing room Fallen fighters groaned and moaned because of
their particular condition. The ball busted fighters were slumped onto the
floor. Some of the mercenaries had severed cocks and balls shoved into their
mouths. The leaders were impressed that all these fighters had fallen in such
a way. They knew they couldn’t escape. Strangle Dare could hardly face Leo
after such casualties. He was pleased that Keith lived up to his fantasy of
slicing off three cocks and balls. After all he ordered the castration knives
so it was fair that a posse of miners sliced off his cock and balls. The two cocks
remained in good shape. The leaders walked towards one another and hugged.
Two hairy chests rubbing against one another. The castration knives would be
easy to pick up at the appropriate moment. They stood apart and lowered their
right hands onto the other’s cock. Their left hand grasped the balls. Attila
had the bull-sized balls whereas Strangle Dare had the bigger cock. The right
hands tightened around the cocks. They started to pull slowly. Attila had a
history of cock sucking. He really wanted to suck a cock once more before the
end. Strangle Dare by comparison was a fucker. He really wanted to fuck an arse once more before the end. They visualised
sucking and fucking more men as they continued pulling the cocks. The reverie
came to an abrupt end. The cocks spurted simultaneously. The spurting lasted
for seemingly a few minutes. They pulled their bodies apart. Attila picked up
a castration knife. Strangle Dare returned his hands to Attila’s balls. They
were now wet with spurt. Attila screamed with pain when his balls were
crushed; however, he has still able to wield the castration knife. The blade
hacked into Strangle Dare’s cock shaft. The cock was now damaged beyond
repair. He followed it up with a second thrust under the balls. The cock and
the balls came apart. Fine job but not the last word. Strangle Dare used his
knife to cut into Attila’s cock shaft. Once again the cock was damaged beyond
repair. He had already busted the balls so the second knife thrust cut deeper
into the wounded cock shaft. Both were satisfied with the mutual cutting.
They slumped to the floor. |
