Neri

Nautical games

A fake training exercise

Seaman 1st class Bren looked the part of a seasoned warrior. He liked fighting in the dedicated, marine, lake. For official records the lake activities were described as training. For the officers they were an excuse to promote terminal aggression. Bren’s first training activities required him to grapple the “enemy” in the water. Every player was dressed in camouflage shirt, trousers and wore regulations boots. He had a shock when the “enemy” didn’t play fair in the water. Two enemies closed in on his balls and squeezed hard. He didn’t expect the pain, caught his breath and tried to kick. The enemies were wise to his moves. By now they undid his military belt, opened up the front of his camouflage trousers. There was nothing he could do to resist when they grabbed his cock and started pulling. They took turns but kept the pressure on his balls. Bren swallowed water as his erect cock spurted. Nevertheless the ball pain registered as something to do. Bren looked forward to trying it out on further “enemies”. A surprising number of seamen 1st class compared barrack notes and boasted of their underwater activities. The playful training activity deliberately kept them unprepared for the future terminal games.

Peacetime presented problems to the authorities. Seamen itched for fighting against a real enemy. Officers got stuck. Even the commander passed his use-by-date. The current authorities had no qualms about casualties in fake training exercises. The commander accepted a non-negotiable option to lead such an exercise. The authorities were prepared to let him use inflatable boats from stock on hand. What weapon? For a plausible coverup the seamen needed specialist training in the weapon. The commander nominated a regulation knife. The current authorities corrected him— knives suitable for cutting off cocks and balls. The quartermaster could negotiate the supply of best knives for the task. Both the quartermaster and the commander shared a secret passion watching men fighting with knives targeting erect cocks and balls. Their own cocks spurted profusely as they watched. Good. The seamen had a well deserved reputation in this niche area. The current authorities were relieved that the commander was playing the game. The seamen would probably thank him in the time honoured way of cutting off his cock and balls. None the less many seamen would welcome the experience of cutting off cocks and balls. The commander already knew that his big balls and presentable cock was a target. Once upon a time he took part in a hazing exercise where he was lucky to keep his balls. For practical reasons the current authorities stipulated that two dog tags must be worn one across the chest and one into the boots. If no uniform was worn cocks and balls would be ready for knife play.

A distant section of the lake included a few features. There were two floating landing stages big enough to support fifteen to twenty fighters. Each landing stage had a plank, a tribute to pirate days when captives “walked the plank”. The objective was to sail up to, board the landing stage and fight. This time the dress rules changed to boots and socks only. The weapon of the day could be positioned between the socks and the boots. The officers were very impressed with the weapon of the day. The quartermaster had scored two boxes of knives—fifty in total. These were practical and sharp enough to cut off cocks and balls. A box could be placed on each landing stage. The commander ordered the quartermaster to hand out knives on one of the floating landing stage; a Junior Lt would hand out knives on the second floating landing stage. An officer would lead the fighters in each landing vessel. The commander deliberately put the quartermaster, the officers and himself in harm’s way. In his experience the seamen 1st class fighters proved convincingly that they could cut off cocks and balls. As it happened the quartermaster had bull sized balls and a large cock—ideal for cutting off! The quartermaster supplied marine head dress—black for one team, red for the other.

The seamen 1st class were bewildered when they saw the commander and the officers on parade. The cocks and balls on display were no different to their own. Nevertheless they would enjoy cutting them off. For the opening the commander spelt out the objectives of the marine training exercise. Each team group would embark on a vessel to get to a landing stage. However, the vessels attack one another. The fighters engage in close quarter combat, strangling and drowning. Forget about fairness in fighting. The objective is to kill your opponent.

The teams assembled on the floating landing stages have a specific, fighting, objective. The quartermaster or a Lt will issue the fighters with a knife. These can be tucked into the side of their boots. Let’s be clear about this. The blades are razor sharp. They may be unofficial but different military groups swear by them. Guess what they are designed for—wait for it—cutting off cocks and balls. Isn’t that great? Furthermore cut cocks can be shoved into welcome mouths. Every fighter hopes to use his knife at least once. An officer will determine whether the victors on each stage merge to fight to the Last Cock and Ball.

The commander’s cock became fully erect and poised to spurt when he watched other seamen cutting off each other’s cocks and balls. For that reason he chose seaman 1st class Bren to accompany him to his stage. It will be satisfying to watch him cut off a cock and balls and, in turn, watch the cutting off of his cock and bull sized balls. Bren and two other seaman were tasked to row the commander, the Junior Lt, the quartermaster to their respective stages.

The officers in charge of the black and red teams were eager to fight in the water. They excelled in drowning, unsuspecting, marine fodder. Two vessels attacked one another with degrees of success. For a while the fighters stood up, cocks exposed, chests out. When they attempted to cross over to the opposing vessel they lost their balance. Some fell into the water. Here the seamen excelled. Hands locked themselves around their necks; hands started to choke them. Pairs of fighters pulled opponents under the water. They needed to hold the opponents under the water for a few minutes before they drowned. Single fighters fought with greater energy and strength. It was harder to score a target. The red team officer remained standing for all to see as he strangled a black team member. What they saw was his fully erect cock and big balls.

The black team officer raised himself off the vessel onto the stage. The junior Lt handed him a knife to tuck beside his boots. The junior Lt’s cock was a whopper. The black team officer took note. Cut whopper cocks were in demand to choke fighters. The junior Lt presented a knife to each fighter after they had shown him their balls. He wanted to make sure their balls were worth cutting. It took a few minutes before the fighters realised it was time to start. At last this was their opportunity to cut off cocks and balls. Again there was no fairness. Two fighters pinned down a target whilst a third fighter masturbated the cock before he cut it off along with the balls. There was a variety of fighting combinations between the black and red fighters. For the opening stages it seemed that both teams could look after their cocks and balls. At one point there was friendly fire with threesomes; two reds versus one black—all three casualties. Did it matter?

“Walking the plank” attracted a number of fighters who ended up tussling first on the plank and then into the water. Their necks were the prime target followed by ducking into and under the water. All of them swallowed water; a dedicated few filled their lungs and stopped breathing.

The black team officer made no attempt to rescue the junior Lt. Two red team members attended to the whopper cock with respect. The sharp blade cut the cock off with total professionalism. Then, they shoved it into his mouth. He gagged. They turned it around so that the cock head jutted out. Everybody saw it. This time they slowly inserted the cock so that the junior Lt choked.

A number of fighters strangled each other from behind as fighters facing them cut the exposed cocks and balls. The black team officer joined in to cut off a nice set of balls. A few fighters fell back into the water where they drowned one another.

The red team officer’s cock liked the company of knives. It remained erect as all around him fighters used their knives to maximum benefit. The commander and him shared a passion for watching fighters cut and be cut. Bren surpassed the commander’s expectations. He cut off two sets of cocks and balls, switched them and shoved them into the mouths. Nice work! Three of the seamen 1st class eyed off the red team officer’s cock. The four cocks were fully erect. The commander interrupted. “I will count for you to start. One, two, three!” The red team officer grasped a set of cock and balls. He easily cut them off. The problem was that the remaining three had knives positioned to cut off his cock and balls. They did it! They shoved the cut cock into his mouth before he could object. Of course, he gagged but that was an excuse for them to shove it further down his throat. The remaining three had little time to enjoy their victory. Opponents pinned them from behind; fellow opponents took advantage of the face to face confrontation. They had time to ensure the cocks fully erected; then they manhandled the cocks until they spurted. The next steps were straight forward. The knives cut deeply into the top of the cock shafts. The cocks were now beyond repair. The balls were easy to grab; the knives were sharp enough to cut right through. The opponents’ cocks spurted.

The landing stage was big enough for six fighters to raise a target above their heads and process around. The point of it was the size of the target’s cock and balls, a memorable sight. The six fighters’ cocks erected in unison. They chose one fighter to do the deed. He gripped the erect cock and pulled. The cock spurted. They shouted “score!” Next he collected the big balls. They were too big to combine the cock and the balls in one knife thrust. He settled on the big balls. The knife worked a wonder. The sliced, big, balls separated from the cock. He held up the cock and the big balls for all to see.

“Beauty!”

In some cases cutting the big balls proved to be a challenge. The seamen persevered and laughed about it. Two seamen had a sense of humour. They requested nominations for two leaders and participants for a fun circle jerk. Yes it will be fun when the cocks spurt. The smile on your face continues when you unsheathe your knife. You feel the balls tighten as the cock returns to an erect position. The two seamen took charge, accepted nominations for two leaders, five black and five red team players. They included themselves as they liked danger. In previous games they ducked away the knives. Spoiler alert: this game circle jerkers cut off both their cocks and balls. There was no time to lose. The quartermaster gave whistles to the two leaders. The two seamen briefed them in turn. They learnt that they would fight each other at the climax. The two teams assembled in circle formation, black and red spaced at arm’s length apart. The left hand now held the cock immediately beside the player. The leaders blew the whistles. The circle jerkers pulled the cocks. They raised their right hand when the cocks spurted. Then the leaders handed out spare knives. Oh no. They could see the punchline coming. The cocks had already got the message and returned to erection.

The leaders ordered them to hold the cock again on the left side. Next time they blew the whistle the circle jerkers aim the knife at the top of the cock shaft. Two circle jerkers started to panic. The whistle blew. The knives held in the right hands cut into all the cock shafts. 100% success. Next the leaders ordered them to grip the balls tightly, even crush them for a few minutes. The whistle blew. The circle jerkers held the balls up, sliced them off with the knives. The commander was impressed. He ordered them to take the cocks into their mouths.

The two circles formed up as one with the leaders lined up in the middle. One of the original seamen blew the whistle and put them through their paces. This time they held the cocks face frontal. At a distance the erect cocks looked impressive with rock solid shafts. Heckling!The circle jerkers anticipated the knives cutting into the shafts. The cocks spurt, the whistle blows. Go on! Both knives cut deeply into the shafts. No time for a break. They grip the balls firmly, pulp them. The pain is unbelievable but they continue with the knives. They cut off the remains of the balls. The commander intervenes along with the quartermaster. They shove the severed cocks into the leaders’ mouths.

The commander decided that the quartermaster would fight one of the seaman 1st class To the Last Ball. Bren would have liked to be chosen but he missed out. Both the seaman and the quartermaster had balls worth cutting off. The commander intended that his erect cock spurt as the balls were cut off. Essentially this is what happened except that…a seaman 1st class seized the opportunity to cut off the commander’s cock and balls. The seaman’s knife cut deeply into the shaft. The commander looked down, recognised his cut cock. It had served him well. The seaman scooped up the balls. He pulped them before the knife sliced them off.

The commander ordered Bren to reciprocate. Bren took great delight in grasping the balls. Without thinking Bren pulped the balls. The seaman yelled in pain before Bren followed it up by cutting off the cock. The quartermaster stumbled across and inserted a cut cock into the commander’s mouth. He kept up the pressure until the commander choked to death. Was the quartermaster the winner? The seaman opponent thought he was winning. The quartermaster allowed the seaman’s cock to spurt before his knife cut into the shaft. He noted that his own cock spurted in response. Too soon! The seaman’s knife cut into his cock shaft. No. It couldn’t be. The seaman held up his severed balls. Bren switched the cocks then positioned them into the mouths. They gagged for awhile but Bren forced the cocks down their throats. Eventually they slumped down and rolled into the water.

The fake training exercise was a big success. Rather than listening to a lecture the seamen had hands on training with the knife. Those who survived salivated. The current authorities searched for a replacement for the fallen commander. The CV requirements stipulated a big cock and, preferably, bull sized balls. Applications from members of the Military Cattle Cut Club will be considered favourably.

The lake was not deep. For that reason the seamen exercised their diving and retrieval skills in collecting the bodies. Where were the severed cocks and balls? A few souvenirs would look good in the barrack’s social room.

The black team officer assumed command at the end of the exercise. He nominated Bren for promotion but didn’t expect him to have a naval career. Bren was destined to fight in future cock and ball cutting events.