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Belly
button bayoneting
The Pirate
Island authorities chastised the Field Colonel. The accuracy and competency
of the soldiers weapon firing hit a new low. The results from recent firing
range activities were disturbing. The authorities ordered him to cull
soldiers who couldn’t meet minimum firing standards. In the context of Pirate
Island culling meant eliminating. The Field Colonel was tough enough to
handle the situation but he wisely used his staff to come up with inventive
scenarios. Capt Farrell reconsidered
a trench warfare scenario which had been discarded because of other
activities. He chose to visit the training area and meet the bayonet
trainers. Lt Brandon accompanied him. Bayonet training was infrequently
scheduled compared to weapons training on the firing range. In fact only one
bayonet trainer was on duty. Maybe there was only one bayonet trainer. Staff Sgt Brenoit looked the part of
a soldier primed to kill the enemy. Both Capt
Farrell and Lt Brandon had immediate confidence in him. The Staff Sgt delegated a Cpl to
supervise six shooters so that he could answer the Capt’s
questions. He was surprised when the Capt asked
about the bayonet in particular. Bayonets were mostly overlooked in
discussions about weapons. Capt Farrell knew
nothing about the World War 1 reconstruction fight which featured bayonets.
An ex-marine donated a box of historic weapons equiped
with modified bayonets. Maybe these weapons are in storage somewhere on
Pirate Island. Lt Brandon heard rumours about it;
who was this ex-marine? He believed there was a waiting list to participate
in this three year event. True? And if so who kept the list? Capt Farrell had
an unusual skill. He convinced rank and file soldiers to spill the beans on
their deepest, fight, wishes. Staff Sgt Brenoit was no exception. He dreamt of soldiers fighting
naked but wearing boots armed with bayonets only. Capt
Farrell expected him to spell out the consequences. The close quarter combat
would see an emphasis on wounds to belly buttons and chests. The bayonet
itself could be used as a cutting weapon. On what? Lt Brandon laughed, then
the three of them laughed. Lt Brandon said “Of course. The soldiers’ cocks
would be erect and primed for cutting.” Capt
Farrell added “The soldiers will cut off the balls at the very moment a
bayonet plunges into their belly buttons. Neat.” Staff Sgt
Brenoit looked embarrassed. His erect cock jutted
against his camouflage trousers. Capt Farrell and
Lt Brandon smiled again. “Are you up to leading a bayonet fight? You need to
bear in mind that any number of naked soldiers will target your erect cock.
Go on. Meet the challenge. Your erect cock is saying yes. It welcomes
danger.” Capt Farrell had seen many erect cocks
face danger including his own. “Let’s get
back to the soldiers on the firing range. Who is hitting the target? I mean
100%.” “Sir, four of
these soldiers are outstanding shots. The remaining two soldiers are frankly
lousy shots.” “Make a note
of these and other lousy shots. You will hear from us in due course. Back to
your duties.” Staff Sgt Benoit saluted the Capt,
returned to the rifle range. He wondered which soldiers would be prepared for
an intensive, bayonet, fight. The Capt was right
about the erect cock. He felt it as hard as a rock and primed for action. He
knew in his heart of hearts that he wanted to cut off cocks and balls. Of course, his bayonet training conditioned
him to appreciate belly button thrusts. The reader
might reasonably ask why a Major was not issuing orders to Capt Farrell. The Colonel was in a bad mood after his
reprimand. He ordered MPs to put the Major in the Brig for a few days. No
doubt the MPs and their inmates would work over his thick cock and big balls
in the notorious Brig showers. Too bad if he couldn’t cope. His position was
deliberately left vacant. A few months
ago the Major supervised a training session for probationary Lts. He neglected the entire subjects of capturing
prisoners, handling, and executions. Any briefings would have to address
these items. The head of
the rifle range compiled the statistics and names of soldiers who were lousy
shots. There was enough for a company of approximately thirty three but that
wasn’t enough for an in-depth belly button assault. Capt
Farrell dismissed the scenario of a battle reconstruction. Nevertheless a
waiting list of volunteers would be useful. Belly buttons attracted
substantial interest in fetish groups. Volunteers would be prepared to use
bayonets without mercy. Furthermore some of them would expect to cut off
cocks and balls in the course of any contact. Capt Huston, a
marine officer who had worked with Capt Farrell on
a previous exercise, knew who knew about the battle reconstruction group. He
wondered whether the ex-marine weapons donator could be asked to observe
and/or take part as a courtesy. He might prefer a contact where the modified
WW1 bayonets were re-used. Retired Marine Sgt Major
Ralph Davis was flattered to be remembered but was shortly leading a tour of
World War 1 battlefields. He formally replied to the Commander. “Sir. Pass on
my best wishes to the soldiers taking part in the forthcoming belly button
bayoneting event. I am travelling to the World War 1 battle sites where the
bayonet was a valued weapon. Other veterans and I will raise a toast in their
honour.” The volunteer
list was predictably out of date. Repostings,
actual combat overseas, discharges. Nevertheless Big Brother has a way of
tracking volunteers down. The opportunity to bayonet soldiers in the guts is
too persuasive. Capt Huston was happy to organise their collection, transport to Pirate Island,
tent accommodation, clothing and boots reissue if necessary. A military
holiday in short except that many of them would not return. Pirate Island
authorities had fiscal and other restrictions like the rest of the military.
There would be no volunteers shipped in from outside Pirate Island. In truth
a gung-ho Lt Seppler was eager to fight with his
company. A pulp fiction describes such fighters as “a man among men” —hairy
chests, impressive cocks and big balls, eager to contact the enemy. The
soldiers in his company had no qualms about killing the enemy nor
reservations about fighting naked. Lt Brandon heard about Lt Seppler on the Military Cattle Cut Club grapevine. He
qualified as a star recruit to the Club. It will be interesting to see
whether he combines belly button bayoneting with the cock and balls cutting
promoted by the Club. Maybe Lt Seppler’s military
career will be a flash in the pan—a meteoritic rise to power followed by a
soldier getting lucky and cutting off the Lt’s cock and balls. It has
happened before. Capt Farrell
surprised the engineers when he requested they refurbish the existing trench
area. Their equipment could easily move the sand which had covered over
areas. Nothing had been changed. For that reason there were gibbets for
hanging executions left in place. The Capt toyed
with the idea of removing them but remembered that a previous Colonel had
insisted on them. At this point the engineers had no information about the
proposed exercise. They suspected that the trenches would feature bayonetting
as in the previous reconstruction event. Capt
Farrell agreed to return in three days time to the
site. He would inspect the engineers and their work then. For a change they
will report bare buff—with exposed chests. The Capt
has few opportunities to inspect hairy or non-hairy chests of his soldiers. Lt Kelly drew
the short straw to lead the company of lousy shots. Lt Brandon briefed him on
the unusual aspects of the event. As an integral part of the belly button
bayonetting soldiers were encouraged to hunt down, capture and execute
prisoners. When group numbers permitted the prisoners could be forced to
execute each other. For instance three soldiers could target each other’s
belly button. A hot scenario! Lt Brandon
asked Lt Kelly a personal question. Was his barrack’s nickname “ball crusher”? Lt Kelly
said yes he would like it to be “ball crusher”. During
his officer training the other recruits quickly found out—mostly in the
showers—that he enjoyed squeezing their balls. “Close
quarter combat has many variations. Your soldiers will insert bayonets into
belly buttons. I say Enjoy! What about the erect cocks? The Capt wishes some procedures to be followed. Spurt where
possible. Then pulp the balls. This is strictly followed by the bayonet
cutting off the cock and balls. Presto. The bayonet
blade is inserted in the belly button. Be warned that the target can still
use his bayonet to insert his opponent’s belly button. In point of fact the Capt recommends that you pass on the message that balls
can be pulped.” Lt Kelly
smiled. “I will do my duty and follow the Captain’s recommendation.” Lt Brandon
continued. “The selected soldiers will assemble in training area C for a few
days of training, rest and recreation. Lt Kelly. You will be in charge and
direct their activities. They will be isolated from all other units. Staff Sgt Brenoit, our resident
bayonet weapons trainer, will refresh the soldiers in their handling of the
weapon. You can order him to join in the real exercise.” Lt Brandon
started to walk away but needed to mention something else. “Lt Kelly.
The soldiers on your side will be identified by an “x” marking across the
belly buttons. This will be applied shortly before the combat. Good luck
pulping any bull-sized balls.” Preparations
progressed over the next week. Capt Farrell chose
to leave the gibbets but ordered the engineers to position ready made nooses. An old fashioned noosing would be an
unexpected execution. The deep trenches were in the middle of the killing
zone; the areas beside were flat. One gibbet per side. There was enough room
for two companies to spread out. The critical question was how they would
interact. Broadly
speaking most soldiers were excited at the prospect of bayonetting belly
buttons. The danger to their own belly buttons was a fact of fighting. Their
cocks and balls were primed for action. They were truly macho with their
exposed chests and naked bodies. The nervous soldiers took awhile to hold their bayonets correctly. For some the x
across the belly button made it easy. The group motivation to thrust the
bayonet into the belly button was compelling; the danger was the opponent
whose bayonet was targeting the reciprocal belly button. Who cares? The chances
of surviving were slim. They had to bayonet as many belly buttons as
possible. For others the combat was an opportunity to cut off cocks and
balls, maybe crush balls, and even hang a target. Capt Farrell
tasked Military Policemen at the last minute to provide perimeter protection
and execute any would-be escapers. He insisted they wear boots but be
otherwise fully exposed. The opposing
forces share mixed feelings at the moment of confrontation. Their cocks and
balls tell them a hard story. Strong arms and shoulders hold the rifles with
bayonets. Yes, it’s a relief not to worry about loading cartridges and
firing. The blades of the bayonets are certainly razor sharp; they will
easily penetrate belly buttons. The critical question is which bayonet gets to
the target first. Or do both bayonets succeed together? The soldiers
wearing regulation boots churned up the sand. A few felt playful and threw
sand over each other’s cocks and balls. This was a light moment before the
serious start of belly button bayonetting. The trenches
cater for uncompromising belly button bayonetting. The narrowness of the gulf
between sandy walls, the claustrophobia, the shouting and exaltation permit
mass close quarter combat. The lousy shots had an “x” black marking on their
belly buttons. Lt Kelly
delegated Staff Sgt Benoit to lead some of the
lousy shots into the trenches. This would be the Staff Sgt’s
most memorable experience as a soldier. His belly button bayonetting skills
were spot on. The first target required the longest time for a kill. He was
visually distracted by the target’s hairy chest, erect cock and big balls.
His own cock responded to the dangerous situation. The first target thought
that the “x” marking would make it easier. Wrong in this instance. The Staff Sgt plunged his bayonet into the target’s belly button.
The target shrieked in pain, dropped his bayonet. This exposed the erect cock
and balls. Too tempting. The Staff Sgt withdrew the
blood drenched bayonet, cut the target’s cock shaft and grasped the balls.
Another temptation. He crushed the balls. The first target buckled over and
fell into the sand where he writhed in pain. The Staff Sgt’s bayonet training classes proved invaluable. His
pupils may have been lousy shots on the rifle range but they now excelled on
the belly button bayonet exercise. Not all of them would survive. Lt Kelly
instructed the lousy shots to make up for it by bayonetting the belly
buttons. They could follow this through with cutting off cocks and crushing
balls. He made it sound too easy. Well, it was easy for some. Others felt an
unwelcome bayonet striking home in their own belly buttons. Yet it was not
too late to reciprocate. There were a number of striking duels where both
soldiers both bayonetted each other and cut off each other’s cocks. Crushing
balls was an optional extra. What was the
experience of other privates? They enjoyed the freedom of fighting naked.
Their cocks responded accordingly to the danger. More than a few were trapped
and unable to fight themselves out of their predicament. There’s no such
thing as fairness when soldiers are fighting for their lives. Teamwork pitted
the captured against two, three assailants. Capturing a target was the first
step towards a good career move. Lt. Seppler was in his element. Today’s fighting was
elemental. Naked man-to-man close quarter combat. Erect cocks. Tight balls.
He was excited that his own cock jutted out from pubic hair but below his
belly button. Lt. Seppler intended to promote privates who demonstrated
outstanding skills in this killing zone. He had three in mind. Pte Marco had definite leadership potential. He organised three comrades to capture an enemy Pte. The
four of them proceeded to hang the bewildered Pte
who was expecting a belly button thrust. Pte Parr
was more inventive. Two comrades captured and pinned an enemy Pte. Pte Parr thrust the bayonet fully into the belly button;
one of his comrades sliced into the cock shaft; the other comrade cut off the
balls. Pte Rutter got into a dangerous, group,
ploy. Ten soldiers faced each other off. Ten erect cocks, twenty bull-sized
balls, ten extra sharp bayonet blades—what could go wrong? MPs encircled the
ten such that there was no escape. The ten had to score a belly button. To
the last man? Pte Rutter was literally the last man
of this ten man group to survive with a belly button intact. For the moment.
The MPs made it clear that Pte Rutter had to fight
on. He tired. A bad move. A bayonet plunged into his belly button. One less
promotion for Lt. Seppler to consider. The MPs
executed an escapee on the second hanging construction. The escapee was a
lousy shot candidate but he had a nice set of cock and balls. Hairy chest
too. A pity but military orders are orders. The MPs pulled off the cock once
the noose had tightened. There was lots of sperm. A few of the
highlights: two against
one: in most instances two prevail. One grabbed the opponent’s cock and balls
from behind. The erect cock spurted. One pulped the balls. Ouch! A bayonet
now sliced off the cock and shattered balls. The
second plunged the bayonet into the belly button. three against
one: classic gladiator manoeuvre. Mostly the target
has no defence against three bayonets. However, in
desperation the target can try and in some cases succeeds in belly button bayonetting
an opponent. unexpected
execution: hangings, cocks spurt for the last time. back in the
trenches: the real thing. Mass belly button bayonetting. What happened
to Staff Sgt Brenoit? He
bayonetted two targets before another one got lucky. At least his cock
spurted before the bayonet entered his belly button. What happened
to Lt Seppler? The number of casualties surprised
him. He simply didn’t expect the rag tag opponents to be so confident and
capable. In another frame of mind he would admire them for their courage,
determination and gung-ho attitude. His own
company fought hard. He was pleased when some of them cut off the cocks and
balls as well as belly button bayonetted. The bayonet blade was unbelievably
sharp. What happened
to Lt Kelly? He demonstrated crushing balls for the uninitiated. This was his
peak moment but one set was not enough. His military career ended in a
fitting way. A mere pte grasped his balls; he
reciprocated. The anticipation to crush the balls was thrilling. They both had
the same idea. Ouch! The pte followed through with
his bayonet straight into the officer’s belly button. Lt Kelly cursed, sliced
off the pte’s cock before he plunged his bayonet
into the belly button. The MPs had
top secret orders to execute the wounded from both sides. Lt Seppler rounded up his ten survivors some of whom looked
weary from the full frontal combat. None the less their cocks looked healthy.
He called them to attention, showed them his erect cock and ordered them to
pull each other off. The mass spurting was a sensible end to the day’s
carnage. The Field
Colonel took all the credit for the success of this belly button bayonetting.
No surprise! His own belly button remained untouched but not for long.
Conspirators would find a way to include him in a future close quarter event.
Look no further than the Major released from MP custody. The MPs gave him a
taste for a manly payback. |
