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Yuri’s boxing rink

Yuri’s boxing rink attracted macho men. There were occasional boxing matches. On one memorable occasion the police raided and joined in a team brawl. The door guards stopped their entrance until they stripped naked but put their police boots back on. The policemen were rookies out of training college, physically fit with big cocks poised for a fight. The team members took a beating but punched the daylights out of the policemen. The raid drew to a close when the team members kicked the policemen in the balls. The policemen decided to retreat, dress in their uniforms and haven’t been seen since. That suited Yuri. He already paid enough “protection money” for services. Kicking policemen in the balls was light play for macho men. Just ask the door guards. They pulled themselves off as they watched boxers pulping balls. The dress code was strictly boots plus socks if knives were required. The boxers were usually extravert and happy to fight naked. There were similarities between the boxers and the wrestlers. They both had cocks which they were happy to flaunt. The bigger the balls the better. Yuri monitored the boxers and the wrestlers. He kept knives on hand beside the boxing rink. His patrons knew they could request an outcome such as ball pulping, or use of a knife. There were boxers and wrestlers who simply needed a knife to cut off his opponent’s cock and balls. That was the Way of Macho!

The duties of the door guards extended to umpires. Here they were in real danger. Volunteer fighters had no qualms about cutting off the nearest cocks and balls. In many cases this was their first opportunity to play this game. That’s why they attended. Once the fighters stripped at the entrance they were obliged to follow instructions and fight when nominated. The guards took delight in disciplining, disobeying, fighters.

The weekend event was a matinee. Yuri had difficulties in organising transport to the morgue as there was a conflicting event—one of those hanging panoramas. This was postponed. That explains why Kent was able to attend both events.

Yuri charged a minimum entrance fee. Those unable to readily pay the entrance fee could nominate themselves for a team ball game. This would be played in the open air ground behind the boxing rink.

Past team ball games had proven very popular. During the game —apart from scoring goals—players tackled, pinned targets on the ground. Where practical the players milked the cocks, pissed over the target and cut off the cock and balls. Yuri drooled at the memory of the last team ball game. The winning team lined the losing team up and pulled their cocks erect. The line up of spurting cocks was rewarding. The next step was even more absorbing. The winning team bent down, unsheathed the knife beside their boots and gripped the balls. The losing team exclaimed “No!” The winning team exclaimed ”Yes!” Yuri blew the whistle. The knives cut into either the balls first or the cock shafts. The mass cutting was an unusual event given that it required assembling so many macho men. The umpires lost two men during that team ball game. Spoiler alert: they would lose more men in the matinee. Yuri decided that the matinee game had a new category. In the event of a draw rather then an outright win all team ball players would take part in a free-for-all. That would mean two free-for-alls in an afternoon!

A number of volunteers bombarded Yuri with special requests. A number of pairs declared that they wanted to fight together. This was fair enough but not always practical. He allocated one pair to the opening event, two pairs to the team ball game, and the rest to the final free-for-all. Carter was bringing his tough and fearsome friends. They were convincing players who would bring enthusiasm to the final free-for-all. Yuri envied Carter’s bull sized balls. He would love to cut them off! Yuri’s balls were bull size and would bring his downfall. An umpire made a different request. He assumed that the winning team would execute the losing team. He wanted to invite two men to the team ball game but place them in different teams. Thereby, one of them would be executed. Request granted! What about the ball assistants? They were required to keep the ball in play. Two of them would be on the losing side. Yuri decided to exclude them from any executions. Based on past experience of the game players would target them and cut off their cocks and balls long before the game finishes. The umpires were different. He consulted his mentor. No. The umpires had cocks and balls ready for cutting like everybody else.

The door guards had instructions to stick a marker on arrivals with bull sized balls. They worked on rotating shifts so that they could take part in a variety of activities. The players assembled around the boxing rink.

“First of all I want to thank you for coming today. Congratulate all you volunteers and especially Mark and Tony, partners, fighting together in the opening round.” Applause. An umpire hands them a spare knife as they enter the boxing rink. Another four volunteers follow. They line up side by side.

“Any more volunteers? Yes. Four men over there. Line up so that everybody can see those cocks. Another two. Show us your balls. Bull sized. Impressed. We need another two umpires and spare knives.”

The volunteers line up side by side. An umpire leads an inspection, manhandling the cocks. Applause again for Mark and Tony. The spectators are impressed and look forward to seeing them in action. The second umpire spreads Mark, Tony and the volunteers out in the boxing rink. He reminds them that they can now use the knives. The third umpire blows the whistle to declare the opening.

It’s interesting how strangers faced with danger assemble themselves in groups. Twelve volunteers broke up into four groups of three fighters. This was the classic two versus one. It is assumed, incorrectly, that the power of two overcomes one. That was not the case in this instance. The beginning was low key, tentative holding of an opponent’s cock and balls followed by slowly pulling the cock. The third volunteer is puzzled when an unknown hand grips his balls. The cock responds. He turns around—too late—to see an opponent bring down a knife. It cuts directly into the cock shaft, the first cock killed in action. The umpire interrupts the original two.

“It’s time for your cocks to spurt. Remember you are men and your job is to cut those cocks off. I’m happy to cut off your balls.”

The umpire drops his safety net. The man with the unknown hand uses it to cut into the umpire’s erect cock. The umpire was so proud of his cock and big balls. He watched the knife enter the top of the shaft—that meant the cock was dead—and felt the balls. The knife was now hacking the balls.

A bystander heckled the first two. “I’m coming to cut off your cocks and balls since you are taking so long.” An umpire handed him a knife as he entered the boxing rink. He came up to them and did what he had declared. The bystander moved into the centre. He noted that most cocks were erect in the face of danger. He was happy to join in. It didn’t matter that he might lose his cock and balls.

What happened to Mark and Tony? They are still fighting. Mark had the more colourful experience enlisted into a group of four. There’s no such thing as fairness in fighting. They encircled two volunteers who bravely struck back. Mark had forgotten he once learnt boxing. He punched both volunteers until the volunteers begged for mercy. Two of the four held up the volunteers’ arms. The third unsheathed his knife.

“No. Not that.” The cocks were fully erect. It seemed a shame for them to miss a final spurt. Mark lent over, held both balls in his hand then passed onto the cocks. Presentable but destined for the chop. The cocks spurted. “No. How could you?”

The third man cut the cocks right off their shaft. It was slightly awkward cutting off the balls but he coped.

The spectators heckled the fighters. The action seemed to slow right down. That wasn’t really the case. None the less the spectators and the two umpires eyed off “you beaut” cocks and balls. Yuri could see that the opening event was grinding to a halt but even he wanted the volunteers to finish off more cocks and balls. He blew the whistle, stepped into the boxing rink.

“Final call! Who will be last?”

The volunteers settle on a target.

“Help. Let me keep my balls.”

“It’s too late, buddy.”

The volunteers raise him above their heads, carry him around the boxing rink for all to see. A volunteer takes charge of the cock and balls. He pulls the cock off, grips the balls, beckons for everybody to see as he cuts into the balls. Nice work! In this instance he cut the cock off second.

Yuri declared a break before the team ball game. A whistle will blow when they are ready to move outside. The umpire who requested two players to be separated into different teams didn’t explain. In any case he was due for comeuppance. Yuri had nominated two pairs to fight in the team ball game. It was easy to place a pair in each side.

The outside area for the team ball area was too big for close viewing. Umpires had mown the grass so that was a start. There were two goal areas at opposite ends. The ball assistants would have their job cut out bringing the ball back into the game. They had a few balls on hand in this case round soccer balls. The game to be played had little to do with soccer. It was strictly a game for players to hunt, capture, piss over and cut off cocks and balls. Nevertheless goal keepers protected the goal area and kept score.

Yuri had a briefing with the umpires. He passed on the news that those nominated to play would be considered players subject to the discipline and penalties of the winning/losing teams. The authorities had insisted that their cocks and balls were as suitable for cutting off as those of the volunteers in this game. The umpires thought this was a longwinded way of avoiding telling them the truth. What would happen to winning/losing team sides?

The benefit of the large playing area is that it permits the capture of players in a spacious manner. They can be worked over at leisure. The objective remains cock spurting, cutting off of cocks and balls. Two team leaders have been brought in. They can allocate the umpires. Extra players and any spectators on the field have cocks and balls ready for cutting off. The two teams are identified as black and red. They will be wearing coloured, swimming, caps for identification. Two umpires will issue these to the players. Allow enough time as head sizes are notoriously difficult and vary.

It’s likely that this team ball game will be played in the future. For this reason pass on any suggestions. For example, the chests of players captured in the field could be smeared with grease. Many institutions already smear cocks and balls in their underground, hazing, activities. There are unsubstantiated rumours that some team members play with soccer balls with spikes; of course, this is cruel and painful to bare chests.

The two team leaders are a knockout. Their cocks and balls are outstanding. It’s no wonder they have been chosen to lead. The leaders are given an hour to bond with their team before the match. They pass on the tally news. They have an incentive to win. The winning team will cut the cocks and balls off the losing team. In the event of a tie or close result all the players will take part in a free-for-all.

Let’s concentrate on points. Capturing an opponent and working him over gives a reasonable number of points. The maximum number of points is scored when you both score a goal and capture, work over the goalkeeper. Remember the goalkeeper has little protection and is vulnerable. Will our goalkeeper please stand up? Everybody could see his massive cock and balls. Imagine the knife cutting off that magnificent cock and balls. He would be unlikely to keep them in a free-for-all. Everybody show me your knives. Two team members sheepishly admitted they had lost the knives. Not good enough. The leader handed over two fresh knives, explained how they fight with bare hands. At the appropriate moment they pick up the knife from their boot. Surely they know how to cut off cocks and balls? As part of the bonding stand up and start pissing. Look at the cocks of your fellow team members. Consider how everybody will lose them if you fail to do your job. Repeat: your job is to hunt down, capture and work over an opponent. Our time is nearly up. We walk to the starting point in the centre of the field.

Yuri welcomed them. “No doubt your leaders have filled in some crucial details. You are privileged to take part in this afternoon’s event. It is very special. Look at the array of bare chests, balls and cocks on display. That’s what macho men are all about. Good luck. I wish you well.”

The teams lined up facing one another. The two leaders shook hands before they parted. One team walked well away into the distance. Yuri blew his whistle. The goalkeepers returned to their goal posts at opposite ends of the cock and ball killing ground. That’s what is would shortly be. The teams staged an impromptu attack which scared the hell out of the fighters. There were no casualties other than fear. Even their cocks shrunk. The leaders were dismayed but determined to correct the motivation. Somehow they had overlooked a deep creek running across the width of the ground. They had to wade through it to get to the other side. They got wet. This was no big deal but added to their discomfort. Then they walked into an ambush. They lost three team members or rather the opponents cut off three sets of cocks and balls. The afternoon’s skirmishes were minor but the casualties added up. The leaders did not know the duration of the event or who was counting the score. It didn’t matter because the authorities had decided on the free-for-all.

The free-for-all decision disappointed some fighters. They looked forward to executing the losing side. They made up for it by rounding up ten fighters, ordered them to raise their hands above their shoulders and started working them over. The cocks spurted promptly before the knives cut into the cock shafts. The winners rejoiced in the mini-massacre. Both leaders got excited when they saw the cutting of the cocks and balls of the ten fighters. There were more mini-massacres. Umpires were executed. The umpire who had requested his friends be separated into opposing teams had his comeuppance. Somebody cut off his cock and shoved it down his throat. The two pairs both came to grief when an unknown man cut off their balls. They recognised him as a man because his cock was fully erect. He shortly went to town on their cocks. There is a genre where cocks are threatened. The leaders found their cocks in serious danger. Two obsessives chose their cocks as targets. The leaders needed all their skills to outwit the obsessives. The knives came to the rescue cutting the balls. Phew!

All this in the afternoon. Yuri didn’t mind the delay to his indoor free-for-all event. The mini-massacre of ten fighters inspired him to organise ten versus ten to the last bull sized ball. Would Carter accept the bait? He was tempted to but palmed off some friends. Carter wanted to challenge Yuri but this was difficult to negotiate.

Yuri locked the front door and ordered the door guards to join in. They had felt left out and welcomed the danger in the free-for-all. Four umpires assembled the twenty fighters into a lineup position. Yuri inspected their cocks and balls closely. There’s no question. Cocks and balls are the greatest. Yuri magnanimously asked the fighter with the biggest cock whom he would like to duel. He chose the third umpire with the second biggest cock. The third umpire could not refuse the challenge. The two of them moved into the centre. Yuri held up both cocks which erected. The challengers put the cocks on top of one another; they felt each other’s balls. Stop. They increased the pressure. They looked into each other’s eyes. Yes. They pulped each other’s balls as they screamed out in pain. Yuri brought down the knife first cutting into the cock on top, second cutting upwards into the cock on the bottom. The challengers had wide mouths even wide enough to insert the severed cocks. No doubt they were seasoned cocksuckers in the good old days.

The ten versus nine broke up into manageable fighting groups. Carter was swept into a five man lineup, pinned from behind. Yuri enjoyed watching Carter lose his cock and balls. His excitement was magnified by watching the five sets of cocks and balls cut off. The door guards joined in to clear up the stragglers. It wasn’t plain sailing. Two stragglers attacked two door guards whose cocks were already primed to spurt. For five minutes there was a blur of four spurting cocks followed by knives cutting into four sets of balls.

The three umpires watched with envy and excitement. They threw themselves into the free-for-all. Within a few minutes they fought to cut off cocks and balls. It was what they wanted to do all along. The boxing rink had the numbers again for line up executions—almost a gangster movie lineup. The question was who would have the Last bull sized Ball? A survivor of the ten versus ten had bull sized balls. He denounced Yuri as a shirker. Yuri had bull sized balls and deserved the penalty. A fighter showed off Yuri’s balls. No question. They were bull sized. Six fighters raised Yuri above their shoulders. They treated him with respect as they walked around the boxing rink. When they stopped they manhandled the cock and balls. The cock spurted for the last time. The knife hacked both the cock and the balls off. As a thank you for the day’s proceedings they inserted the severed cock and balls into his mouth. He gagged and then choked. They had to hold him down for a few minutes before he stopped breathing.

The remaining fighters chose to continue. Two of them pinned down two targets from behind. It required teamwork as the lucky two fighters with the knives cut into the cock shafts. The last survivor of the ten versus ten imagined he would keep his bull sized balls. It certainly looked that way as the free-for-all wound down. He overlooked the last umpire. The attack was brutal. Both cocks spurted. The last umpire gripped the balls then pulped them. It was fitting that the knives cut both cocks right through.

The survivors lay down exhausted. They clutched their cocks to reassure themselves that the cocks were still intact. After a five minute break they moved around and felt the nearest balls. It felt good. They confirmed that they wanted to cut off another fighter’s balls. They lined up facing one another, the other hand outstretched holding a cock.

“Wait one!” A fighter stumbled upright. “Don’t let me miss out.” The fighters laughed, pleased that he was joining in. His cock was primed for spurting. It inspired the other cocks to jut out. What a lineup! They smiled as all the cocks spurted. They held their cocks for the last drips, reached down and picked up the knives. They intensified the pressure on the balls. They looked across to one another, and shouted “Yes!” The knives cut into the cock shafts. It took extra effort to hack off the balls.

“Wow!” the late arrival continued. “Look at our cocks and balls. Manly!”

Somebody had the bright idea of shoving the severed cocks in their mouths. They looked good.

It was just as well that Yuri had firmed the arrangements to transport bodies to the morgue. The head of the morgue transport took this latest job in his stride. Business may not be booming but the work was steady. Yuri had been a long term customer. He would miss Yuri’s business but knew that other events like the hanging panorama would come along.

The two leaders who were outside summoned Yuri’s mentor. This was the first time they saw his big cock and bull sized balls. He stripped in respect for Yuri and the many fallen. They understood why he was shy about displaying his cock and balls. A serious cutter would welcome the challenge. It was no surprise when his cock erected at the sight of the carnage. They wanted the mentor to include them in similar events in the future. The mentor would not be able to replace Yuri in the short term.

The mentor asked for feedback on the team ball game. A group of hardcore fighters preferred that the winning side execute the losing side. The fact that they did this in a modified version is testament to their enthusiasm. From a distance it was exciting when we watched the mass cuttings. Our erect cocks agreed. The free-for-all format suited a wider range of fighters. A slightly longer knife would be more helpful in cutting off big balls. The cock shafts as well seemed to be wider. All in all the cocks and balls were bigger today. The mentor thanked them and agreed to look into the matters. He took note of the specialised enthusiasm for mass cuttings.