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Capt. Farrell
Day One Capt Farrell
shouted “fuck!” A marine officer, Capt Huston, from
the Military Cattle Cut Club had just handed the Capt
his latest orders. As equal rank it was acceptable to swear. The marines felt
that their MCCC members had been overlooked as participants in recent
exercises. Their cocks and balls were as good as those in the army soldiers.
They challenged the army to find out. The orders
read: To Capt Farrell from Pirate Island Field Operational Command
HQ The next MCCC
event will be a joint operation between the marines and army. Location:
lake at grid reference 21n 57e. Existing features: timber pontoon, 2 sets of
steps, and 2 planks. Date: to be
confirmed when equipment and weapons supplied. Personnel to be notified.
Numbers predicated on availability of canoes. Liaison
officer: Capt Huston Capt Farrell:
“Show me that marine cocks and balls are as good as the army’s.” Capt Huston undid
the front of his camouflage GP trousers. He fumbled to bring out his
bull-sized balls. The big cock. “I see.
Someday a soldier will get lucky. You know what I mean.” Capt Farrell’s
camouflage GP trousers were a different camo shade. He was caught out. His
cock was smothered in camo cream; the balls were covered in thick weapons
grease. Capt Huston: “I’m
sure my regulation knife will cut off any camouflaged cock.” Capt Farrell:
“Let’s sit down at the desk over there. I guess I have credibility for this
project. When I was a raw Lt I fought a marine Lt on a MCCC exercise. We both
enjoyed the physical contact. His cock responded. My cock spurted as I cut
off his cock at the base of the shaft. I can’t remember what I did with his
balls. A soldier stepped up from behind, strangled him. Now tell me…” Capt Huston: “The
marines would like to revisit a combat event once executed in the very early
days of the Pirate Island occupation. A veteran contributed Crossbows, steel
spears and commando boot knives. MCCC will consider donations of unusual,
non-mainstream, weapons. They now prefer that the donors take part in using
the weapons. This is not always practical. Crossbows are supplied on a
case-by-case basis to the military. Nor is it easy to get the bows. The
suppliers are prepared to sell us six crossbow each with three bows. It
sounds modest but that’s a total of eighteen bows. Firing a crossbow is a
rare privilege for a soldier unless he is playing Cowboys and Indians for
real. You can bet some men are playing such games.” Capt Farrell: “I
see a six man canvas canoe. Instead of a machine gun the leader is aiming a
crossbow. Got the picture.” Capt Huston: “The
latest knives are many times sharper than the historic commando boot knives.
They are difficult to carry and use in the proposed, marine, exercise. It’s
simply too obstructing to wear a GP uniform or webbing around the waist. Gym
shorts are better in other contexts. The knives in
scabbards fit into regulation socks and gym shoes. I propose that both the
army and marine fighters are naked. Are you shocked?” Capt Farrell
laughs: “The army will be. There are occasional MCCC combat events where they
will be bare chested. They will miss the fun of opening up camouflage GP
trousers. Some soldiers will be embarrassed when they cannot hide their erect
cocks. No matter. Their knives will have direct access to cocks and balls.
Where and how?” Capt Huston: “The
marines use both six and one man canvas canoes. In fact the crossbow firer is
the seventh man. There will be six six man canoes
total forty two fighters plus twenty two one man canoes. Two of these are
allocated to a donor or special guest plus the exercise commander. Both of us
do not qualify. No doubt HQ has further projects in mind for you.” Capt Farrell:
“The canoeists clash but why climb up onto the pontoon?” Capt Huston: “The
pontoon is the designed area for cutting cocks and balls. The theory is the
newly sliced fighters are forced to walk-the-plank. Once in the water there
is a free-for-all. Swimmers drown one another. So far I haven’t mentioned
that the marines will wear red coloured skull caps.
If you are agreeable the army will wear black coloured
skull caps. You may prefer yellow the original team colour.
The MCCC will supply the knives. In the opinion of the marines the steel
spears are not worth the trouble. Between you and I the crossbow bow is a definitive
weapon which kills almost instantly.” Capt Farrell:
“Why not blue and green team colours? I mean blue
for marine, green for army.” Capt Huston: “The
colours can be indistinguishable for soldiers who
are slightly colour blind. That could lead to Friendly
Fire.” Capt Farrell:
“The veterans are still talking about Friendly Fire in the Vietnam War. What
about fragging? Does the marines have a problem?” Capt Huston: “
There will always be a case. A pte fired out of
control on the rifle range. He killed a Lt. A military court
marshal sentenced him to jail. He was transferred to a civilian jail
where—this story gets better— fellow inmates cut off his cock and balls in
the showers.” Capt Farrell: “I
presume the exercise commander will be maritime. Return with him tomorrow mid morning if possible. It’s important that we visit the
lake site. Bring a maritime vehicle with both sized canoes plus a friendly
maritime MP. I will bring along two army MPs. Wear gym shoes. The driver can
be the seventh man. All of us will strip naked to enter into the spirit of
the forthcoming exercise. The MPs will be armed with the latest knives. A
last confidential topic. The leaders of a few previous MCCC events have been
rewarded in the time honoured way. A soldier who is
fired up after cutting cocks and balls wants to thank the leader. He thinks
it’s only fair that the leader share the experience. Is this the anticipated
end of the maritime leader?” Capt Huston: “I
wondered that. Lt Venderosa has a whacking, sized,
cock. He has been indiscreet in the marine barracks. A marine or a soldier
will get great pleasure from cutting off this cock. I haven’t seen the balls.
Tomorrow we will see for ourselves.” Day Two Capt Farrell was
impressed with the maritime personnel. The driver and the MP looked as if
they were starring in a marine recruiting poster. Lt Venderosa
was very tall. He might find canoeing in a one man canoe an awkward fit. Capt Farrell and Capt Huston
sat beside the driver in the front seat of the military truck. The rest
travelled with the two canoes. There was a road block at the last turnoff.
The MPs on duty joked with the three MPs. “Going for a
naked swim?” Capt Farrell
asked: “Are you the only protection we have against the enemy?” An MP Cpl replied: “Sir. We are here to do our duty.” Capt Farrell: “I
will be issuing orders to your superior. We will be conducting an
exercise—top secret, of course— at the lake. Spread the word in case other
MPs wish to take part. The Military Cattle Cut Club is sponsoring the event.
There will be an opening maritime versus army clash in canoes. The fighters
will progress to the pontoon. You can guess what the emphasis will be on the
pontoon.” The vehicle
travelled for another ten minutes before stopping beside the lake. The area was
spacious enough for collecting canoes, weapons, sixty four or more personnel.
Capt Farrell was shrewd enough to work out that MPs
could be enlisted to handle administrative items such as issuing the correct,
coloured, skull caps, directing fighters, launching
the canoes. More importantly they were extra fighters who would enjoy the
experience. There was a
valid reason why the canoeists couldn’t wear their boots. The feet had to
slip into the fittings. Capt Farrell added this
item to his list—modify the fittings to accommodate GP military boots. Surely
the marines would have come across this problem before. Lt Venerosa started off with a regulation notebook. He asked
Capt Farrell whether MPs could be used as security
and possible fighters. Tick. He was on the ball. The three MPs unloaded the
two canoes from the truck and positioned them on the edge of the lake. Capt Farrell: “
Where do you want the canoes?” Lt Venderosa: “Initially they will be spread out surrounding
the pontoon. After I blow a whistle I expect them to move. Otherwise the
crossbows will have a fixed target. The crossbow firers can aim for any
target.” Everybody
strips naked, boards a canoe. Lt Venderosa tries a
one man canoe. They row across the lake towards the pontoon. The three, handsome,
MPs are a distraction. The driver is left watching his vehicle. More’s the
pity. Nevertheless he stripped naked to enter into the spirit of things. Lt Venderosa draws his canoe up beside the larger canoe and
continues his narrative. “The larger canoes crash into one another;
fighters jump canoes and eventually progress to the pontoon. The one man
canoeists are between the larger canoes. Their weapon is brawn and the
regulation knife. A clash suggests they both end up in the water. Now they try to drown one another. A victor
can choose to attack another one man canoeist or mount the pontoon.” Capt Farrell:
“Will you leave the crossbows sticking into the targets?” Lt Venderosa: “The sight of the bodies will motivate the
fighters to continue.” The group
steps up and onto the pontoon platform. Capt Farrell:
“How do you activate hard core cutting of cocks and balls?” Lt Venderosa: “The marines are trained to support one
another. They will quickly organise an attack group
to cut off army cocks and balls. The next step is making the severed fighters
walking the plank. MPs try fooling around.” The two
marine MPs playfully fool around with the army MP. The three MPs splash into
the water. They ascend the steps, collect the three officers and throw them
into the water. Pride is satisfied. The Lt hardly needs to say that it’s a
drowning free-for-all for all who walk or get thrown off the plank. Capt Farrell:
“You must understand you are the operational leader of two opposing teams.
Red marines versus black army. Your job is not to defend friend or foe; your
job is to permit marines and army soldiers to kill. The survivors will
remember this for the rest of their life.” Capt Huston: “A
one man canoe is allocated to a marine patron or special visitor. Do you have
anybody in mind?” Lt Venderosa: “The crossbow supplier would like to send a
representative. Official marines policy is that such a representative must
take an active part in the event. We would supply him with the regulation
knife. Of course, he will be wined and dined at the officer’s mess before he
sets out for the exercise. The marines have a good track record of looking
after patrons or special visitors.” Capt Farrell:
“How long will it take for you to order the special equipment, weapons,
personnel etc? I need a date to alert the army who
are currently engaged.” Lt Venderosa: “I will advise you as soon as possible. I
would still like MPs for security if you can arrange. Damn. My cock has
shrunk after plunging into the water.” He holds up
his balls. Everybody takes a close look. He flaunts the shrunken cock and wet
balls. The MPs smile. They know that somebody—a marine or army soldier— is
going to cut them off during or at the conclusion of the exercise. That might
be his secret wish. Back on the
lake’s edge the naked driver was caught out. The road block MPs drove down to
the lake to inspect what was going on. One MP shoved his cock up the arse; the second MP stood in the front and sucked the
cock. They looked across the lake and could see the naked figures on the
pontoon with the use of binoculars. The Cpl said: “I told you they were going swimming naked.”
The Cpl forwarded his name because he dreamt of
cutting off a man’s cock and balls. So far his life as an MP was missing
cutting cocks and balls. Capt Huston noted
that the driver was edgy, tried to avoid full frontal contact. The cock had
spurted on the ground immediately outside the driver’s door. He shrugged. So
what? Imagine if Capt Farrell’s cock and balls were
still camouflaged in weapons grease. We can all get caught out. Capt Farrell
relished the sight of the three MPs’ cocks. In a perfect world he would cut
them off. Somebody else can service Lt Venderosa.
They dressed. Capt Farrell ordered the driver to
stop at the road block checkpoint. He addressed
the MP Cpl: “Give me your name and serial number.
Who’s your officer in charge?” The Cpl wrote them
down. Capt Farrell understood the tell tale signs of cutting cocks and balls enthusiasts.
He was happy to make it happen for the Cpl even if
the Cpl ended up with a severed cock in his mouth. Day Three Capt Farrell
advised Capt Huston that they needed to order an
extra six man canoe. MPs will handle arrival arrangements, perimeter and base
security. Six MPs will take part in the exercise. MP Lt Grove was briefed by Capt Farrell re MP requirements for the exercise. The
recommendation for the Cpl somewhat floored him. Capt Farrell explained nicely that the Cpl wanted a new Trade Qualification—cutting cocks and
balls. There were few events where soldiers could qualify. This was one of
them. He expected the Cpl and the other five MPs to
be like minded. The marines will supply the latest knives. You can laugh
aloud. The manufacturers claim the most frequent use of the knives is to cut
off cocks and balls. MCCC gave Capt Farrell the key list of thirty five army members to
be notified of their forthcoming participation. Four ptes
were required for duty elsewhere. Conscription of this kind is always a shock
and a promised thrill. Lt Brandon drew the straw to lead the thirty soldiers.
In fact he was a good choice—level headed, methodical and committed to the
task. It helped that his cock was turned on by the danger. He was happy to
attack the marines as an enemy force. Their cocks and balls would cut off as
well as any. He was sour about the exercise being led by a marine. Capt Farrell shared his disappointment but reminded him
that a soldier could cut off the marine leader’s cock and balls. That would
solve any bias in the leadership. The leader hasn’t made it clear about
finishing off the severed marines and soldiers. They walk the plank, they
jump in or are thrown into the water and they drown one another. This sounds
neat but there will be other severed soldiers and marines on canoes. The
marines are organised to remove the bodies from the
lake. The security MPs will write down a list of survivors at the conclusion.
Dog tags are useful but they can get separated in the water. Lt Brandon
will outline the combat plan when his troops arrive and assemble at the
lake’s edge. The troops will wear gym shorts, shoes, socks to the lake.The socks are important as they will shelter the
knife holster. On arrival at the lake they will assemble without the gym
shorts. Lt Brandon is confident his troops will be impressed when they sight
his big cock. The security MPs will issue knives prior to the starting time. Exercise Day Lt Venderosa addresses the opposing forces separately. He
outlines the battle plan. He will blast the whistle three times to pronounce
the start. An MP holds the three
crossbows. “Who wants to
stick a crossbow into a belly button and the chest? Come on. Don’t be shy.” Eight
soldiers and marines raise their hands. MP: “That
result shows that the crossbow must be shared so that more troops get a
firing chance.” That visual idea already turns on some of the marines and
soldiers. Pity about the miserly number of bows. Wait one: Max, the
representative, brought additional bows. May I present the marine’s special
guest? Max steps forward with confidence. He is going to join us today. The
troops note that is aged in his thirties and looks as if he has had military
experience. The chest is hairy. The good sized cock is a prize for a trooper.
Lt Venderosa smiles when he sees that Max’s cock
rather than his will be the target of the day. Wishful thinking. Line up to
the MP in the corner. He has the knives to issue you. The marines guarantee
that the blade of these knives is incredibly sharp. We respect that you use
them specifically to cut off cocks and balls. Slashing necks is too bloody. Time to
embark: There was no
crossbow for the MPs’ canoe. They prepared to attack, board another canoe and
grab the crossbow. They were in the enviable position of being able to attack
both marines and army soldiers. They started rowing towards the pontoon. The six man
canoes crossed and positioned themselves in relation to the pontoon. The one
man canoes followed. The leader Lt Venderosa and
Max each had a one man canoe. Max must have been a rower judging by the ease
in which he steered the canoe. Capt Farrell and Capt Huston remained on the lake’s edge both with
binoculars. They stripped naked in deference to the troops. Security MPs
supplied them with endless cups of coffee. Capt
Huston ensured that his previous driver was a participant today. He
generously lent today’s driver to the security MPs in case they had a spare
moment. Lt Venderosa balanced himself on the one man canoe, looked
around to check whether everybody was in place, fumbled with the whistle
across his chest. Now he stood up. He overlooked the fact that everybody was
stationary. The crossbow fighters had him in their sights as a prime target.
He blew the whistle three times. The army crossbow fighters wasted three bows
as they had no idea of the range of the weapon. Close shave. The marines
spotted the army crossbow locations and suitably fired. Two bows scored two
belly buttons. The firers wished they were closer to see the result. An army
crossbow retaliated with success into a massive chest. In legendary battles
archers were an integral part of the weaponry. They would unleash a barrage
of arrows. The soldiers were randomly struck down and had no control. Today,
even with a handful of crossbows, there could be no barrage. However,
selected marines and soldiers enjoyed the kills with a degree of
satisfaction. The MPs upset
the applecart by rowing their canoe beside an army canoe. They crossed over
onto the army canoe and attempted to steal the crossbow. It was touch and go
whether some of them would fall into the water. Two MPs withdrew their knives
from the scabbards. The soldiers were not expecting this so early in the
combat. A soldier cried out “Help!” In a way this was a diversion. An MP
stole the crossbow and bows whilst the others taunted one another. One
soldier dropped his knife in the water. The spare knives sat on the pontoon.
So this soldier was vulnerable until he climbed onto the pontoon or got a
knife from somebody else. The marines targeted one of the soldiers. The bow
entered his chest above the belly button. Nice try! The body slumped over the
canoe. A soldier rescued the knife. The MPs jumped back into their canoe and
sped away. They had had proper weapons lessons. Using a crossbow accurately
was a breeze. Next time they aimed at a marine canoe. The marines were not
born yesterday. The crossbow firer took aim and fired. The bow went straight
into an MP’s guts. Max, the
guest, took the initiative to attack another one man canoeist. He surprised
the soldier when he calmly rowed beside him, leant over, clutched the cock
and balls into his left hand. The alarmed soldier reached for his knife. Max
was indulgent. He pulped the balls first so that
the soldier was in agonising pain. Then he
professionally cut off the cock. The severed body
slumped across the canoe. He inserted the cock into the mouth with the head
jutting outwards. First cock kill of the day. One or two of the MCCC
hierarchy knew of his memorable, military, service but not the marines. The
opportunity to take part in this exercise reinvigorated his civilian
lifestyle. Suburbia was just bland and boring after military service! The six man
canoes went threw a phase where they rammed one
another. It was one way of getting wet. A handful of marines ended up in the
lake water beside soldiers. Of course, the marines were expert swimmers and
fighters in the water. The soldiers on the other hand removed their knives
and struck marine cocks. The marines could not see the knives cutting off
their cocks and balls. The soldiers fell into a pattern of holding the
severed cocks and balls in their extended arms for all to see. Lt Venderosa rowed over for close inspection. A soldier
tackled him. It had been awhile since the Lt had cut off a cock and balls.
The absence showed. The soldier cut off the Lt’s cock and balls and shoved
the cock down the throat. He thoughtfully removed the Lt’s whistle and gave
it to Lt Brandon who would recommend
the soldier for an MCCC award. The marines were somewhat disheartened to see
the leader out of the exercise. Slowly the large canoes gravitated towards
the pontoon and considered the opportunities there. The one man
canoeists pretended they were kayaking for leisure. They got the hang of
rowing with the oars and then getting immediate access to the knife. It wasn’t
easy but they coped with attacking with the knife. A few sets of balls were
the worse for wear. The cocks, well, everybody slowed down when they saw the
erections. It was understood that such erect cocks had to be milked first.
After all the cocks would be spurting for the last time in their lives. Lt Brandon
decided to bring an army team onto the pontoon. There he set up an execution
area. Capture, cut cocks and balls, walk the plank, drown in the water. The
marines set up a similar execution area at the opposite end of the pontoon.
Any capturing was carried out in the middle. That was until the surviving MPs
established a foothole. The smile on the Cpl MP’s face proved to Lt Brandon that the Cpl had scored and enjoyed it. There would be a significant
number of cuttings before the exercise finished. Who would
declare the exercise finished now that Lt Venderosa
was removed from the leadership? Lt Brandon now had the whistle. Two of the
MPs transferred onto one man canoes. They rowed as a team and as fate would
have it closed in on Max. Max saw the danger instantly. He had fought against
twosomes and even threesomes before. He calmly noted that the MP on his left
side looked the weakest. That was in spite of the cock being fully erect. He
especially loved cutting off fully erect cocks. In a few moments he did
exactly that. The MP on his right side had a whopper cock primed for cutting.
Max was happy to oblige. The fighters
in such a MCCC exercise could not predict an outcome. Max was undone by an
army pte. The soldier discovered his cutting
talents on the lake. He rowed up to Max’s canoe, jumped aboard and wrestled
with the knife in his hand. The wrestling position he adopted froze Max’s
access to his knife, permitted himself to grabble with Max’s cock and balls.
The cock spurted profusely for the last time all over the threatening knife.
Cutting Max’s cock and balls off was a supreme joy. Lt Brandon would be
recommending him to MCCC for an award. Max had the last word. He cut off the
soldier’s cock and balls. The soldier couldn’t believe it; he thought he had
won. No such luck in the fortunes of war. The surviving
MPs were a scraggly three in number including the Cpl. The marines decided to
execute them. Marines captured them. Yes, the MPs struggled but eventually
they resigned themselves to their fate. Lt Brandon from the other end of the
pontoon could not interfere. The marines had time on their side so they
manhandled the cocks until they spurted. That was only fair. The cocks on the
marines spurted as they cut off the MPs’ cocks and balls. The marines decided
spontaneously to collect the severed cocks and balls in one heap for later
reference. Be careful what you wish for. The Cpl MP
walked down the plank, hesitated, “please throw me in”. Two marines obliged.
The other two MPs were more cooperative. They didn’t want to be seen in
public without their cocks and balls. Lt Brandon
shouted orders for all the troops in the water to return to the pontoon.
There was a minor traffic jam at the two steps up to the pontoon. Eventually
the pontoon was packed. Lt Brandon addressed the troops. “ MCCC now
gives you a choice. Some of you prefer a cock and ball cutting exercise with
limited numbers. Others fight To the Last Man metaphorically speaking. Raise
hands. Limited number? Last Man? Last Man wins. Alright that group move up
the pontoon. The Limited Number group can assemble here in a circle. After it
is finished survivors leave the pontoon and return to base. The Last Man
group will be left alone to use their knives. By the way there are spare
knives here on the pontoon.” The troops
assembled in fits and starts. The marines seemed to be most hesitant. Lt
Brandon ordered all to form a tight circle. Within the tight circle two or
three pairs fight to cut off cocks and balls. The fight framework is hardly
original and, of course, limited by the small size of the pontoon. Lt Brandon
was pleased that most cocks went erect during the fighting. The defeated
troops were marched onto the walk-the-plank as the fighting progressed. The soldiers
seemed to be more comfortable with this framework than the marines. The
soldiers were determined to enjoy cutting cocks and balls. In truth the
marines enjoyed cutting off army cocks and balls. Nobody had mentioned mass
executions of this kind in any of the briefings. It was accurate broadly
speaking. Sometimes a winning team would execute the losing team. In
historical Peruvian times the winning team leader decapitated the losing team
leader and stripped the clothes off the losing team members. The ancient
Roman gladiators fought on occasion To the Last Man Standing. Lt Brandon
chose not to go down that path. He would be happy to keep his cock and balls
for a future MCCC exercise. Filling out the paperwork for all these dead soldiers
will be time consuming enough. A marine in
the centre panicked. He rushed to the circle sides
to be rebuffed. There was no escape. The soldier attacking him was very
methodical. He waited until the marine calmed down, then struck with the
knife. The marine’s cock and balls were certainly worth cutting. The marine
cried as he walked down the plank. Lt Brandon
blew a whistle: “Hands up. Has anybody missed out? Yes. Line up over here.
Heard of a circle jerk? This one is different. You hold the cock firmly in
your left hand; you pull until the cock spurts. When all cocks have spurted I
will blow a whistle. Your job now is to engage with the troops who have
missed out.” It was a last
chance to score. The cocky marine was about to get his comeuppance. The soldier
pulling off the cocky marine’s cock was rough. The hangers on cheered the
members of the circle jerk. This was unexpected. Lt Brandon noted a pattern.
Most of the fighters were short in height. Four of them had splendid hairy
chests. The cocks looked routine but three had bull sized balls. None the
less the erect cocks looked splendid as their manhandling progressed. The
milking took longer than anybody expected but kept the crowd on edge. One,
two, three… Lt Brandon
blew the whistle. The hairy chested homed in on one another. Their short
height meant that they were almost equal in height in this context. Two marines and two soldiers met in the
middle of the circle jerk area. They smiled as if they were bosom buddies.
Beyond the smile was their determination to score. Lt Brandon:
“Look down on the cocks. Consider where your knife will strike. Raise the
right hand. Ready? Cut the cock first.” The four
troops screamed. “Grasp the
balls. Cut them off.” The four sets
of balls came away in a bloody mess. Everybody in
the circle jerk scored. Lt Brandon blew a whistle and announced that the
following activity would be a cutting cocks and balls free fall. About ten
minutes. Good luck. The fighters scrambled into playing with wild knives.
Move in haste, repent at leisure. The moment of truth arrived for Lt Brandon.
A stunning looking marine attacked him. A soldier pinned the marine from
behind. The Lt cut off the marine cock and balls. The soldiers were reassured
when the Lt met their standards of leadership. Lt Brandon:
“Last call. Three minutes. That’s long enough to cut off a cock and balls.” Two marines
finished off the job. The severed willingly walked the plank, well, most. A
few resisted in vain. The pile of cocks and balls got bigger. Lt Brandon:
“Limited numbers group Stop! Fill up the canoes.” Cutting cocks
and balls was a supreme pleasure. That’s why the MCCC was long lasting. On
another occasion the Lt will try To the Last Man but not today. Capt Huston saw a
few canoes returning. He nudged to wake Capt
Farrell up. The MPs jumped to attention. Where are the rest?Are
there any more? Yes, they stayed behind on the pontoon. Unfinished business.
Lt Brandon gave an outstanding briefing. He praised the marines whose cocks
were as good as the army soldiers. He thanked the marines for providing
essential equipment. The crossbows were a curiosity but gave a genuine
thrill. Max, the visitor, who provided them had a great time. He would
recommend the MCCC award the soldiers who cut Lt Venderosa,
the exercise leader, and Max. These two were formidable opponents. The MPs
proved worthy cutters. They threw themselves into the spirit of the exercise. Capt Huston
alerted Capt Farrell that they must inspect the
pontoon and surrounding lake water area shortly. It will be interesting to
find The Last Man Standing. Tomorrow they will jointly tackle the paperwork.
Marines and soldiers were KIA, killed in action. A marine officer complained
that the soldier who killed their officer should not be rewarded. The MCCC
takes a different approach to Other Ranks killing Officers in exercises. The
cocks and balls of all participants in their exercises are fair game for
cutters. Who was the
Last Man Standing? The landing party arrived in time to see two marines and
one soldier fighting to the last. They resented the intrusion and quickly
attacked the two officers and an MP. Sad to say the MP was caught off guard.
A marine cut off his cock and balls neatly. Capt
Farrell aimed at the second marine who had a whopper cock. Not any more. The soldier tried to cut Capt
Huston and nearly succeeded. Capt Huston’s cock
spurted in response to the threat. Capt Huston
loved using the latest knife. It really did live up to the manufacturer’s
promise. The soldier lost his cock and balls but he expected that. He had a
fuckin’ great time cutting off marine cocks and balls. The marines had a
fuckin’ great time cutting off army soldiers’s
cocks and balls. The attacking first marine was the Last Man Standing. For
three minutes or so. Capt Farrell pulled off the
erect marine cock. It spurted all over the edge of his blade. The marine
looked down as the wet blade cut through the cock shaft. The Capt pulped the balls. |
