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Fragging Hunt
The lucky
13th noose: Engineers
press Pte Ramon MP to test drive a noose on a
gibbet. Sgt Kellogg
ordered a Military Police detail to tie nooses for the commander’s Fragging
Hunt. My buddies and I chuckled whilst we tied the inviting nooses together.
Our task was to finish thirteen. Six engineers had been tasked to erect
gibbets. I watched them closely partly because they had stripped down to the
waist. The third engineer’s muscles rippled as he axed the gibbet beams. He
caught my attention, leered. He asked his corporal something. The corporal
came across to Sgt Kellogg. The sgt
approved the proposal. “Pte Ramon. Report over here!” I reported to
the Sgt. “Pte Ramon. Follow the engineer cpl.
Obey his instructions.” I followed
the cpl over to the first completed gibbet. The cpl surprised me when he ordered me to lie down on the
ground, face upward, underneath the gibbet. Then, without a word of
explanation, as if the following was a routine behaviour,
the engineers lined up around me. They took their cocks out of their General
Purpose camouflage trousers. The third engineer started the piss flow over my
chest. The rest joined in. Of course, I was fully shirted so the piss
drenched me. I didn’t see Sgt Kellogg hand the
engineers a completed rope noose. The engineers threw the rope noose around
my neck, lifted my wet body upwards. Was my weight meant to check the
structure of the gibbet? It’s true that the engineers balanced my body for
the moment. However, the rope noose tightened. I started to feel asphyxiated,
light headed. My cock responded and the big balls tightened. I was annoyed
that the cock was firmly locked out of sight in the wet trousers. The
engineers as well as the MPs laughed at my predicament. Sgt
Kellogg came across, undid the fly part of the trousers, removed the erect
cock, pointed to it and laughed. The third engineer went down on my cock for
a one minute suck. By now my arms required firm shoulders for balance. I lost
control. Apparently the colour changed on my face.
My tongue leapt out of my mouth. The cock spurted into the third engineer’s
mouth. Was this hanging for real? I lost consciousness. Captain Ross
Marlon: Remember my
name is Capt Marlon. Sir! to you. The nickname is
“Fist”. Fists for sure. I pummel men away in back room brawls. Who cares in a punch-up if they are
officers or soldiers? A rowdy brawl helps the troops let off some steam. The
officers like a punch up as much as the troops. There are problems when the
troops bottle up their frustrations. The grenade fragmenting of officers is a
case in point. The commander
is intolerant of troops fragging officers. He executes all soldiers
identified and convicted of fragging. There is a twist to this investigation.
The officers told him that they want to avenge blown up colleagues. A revenge
obsession is affecting the officers’ combat performance. For this reason the
commander set up a terminal game Fragging Hunt. This gives the selected
officers the chance to play a terminal sport in which they can avenge their
grenade fragmented colleagues. The sport is played with nooses rather than
grenades. During the hunt the officers can execute soldiers already
identified as fragging such as Ptes Bruno and
Francisco. In turn the soldiers can hunt down and frag them. The Fragging
Hunt already has a T-shirt. There is a man’s face with his tongue protruding,
two boots spread apart. The lengthy slogan reads “Noosing: a gratifying sport
raises men seven feet above the ground”. Five of the antagonists are over six
feet high. There’s no guarantee they will swing but I have to consider their
height. Just in case! The gibbet for them needs to be eight feet high. This
will hold the antagonists[ dangle especially when they attempt to find
footing with their boots. The engineers constructed one gibbet eight foot high and two gibbets
seven feet high. The gibbets are outstanding. They are strong enough to hold
the antagonists’ weight. In addition the engineers installed planks at waist
high beside the gibbets. The Fragging Hunt will be a continuous hanging
melee. If I have my
way, every fragger will stick his tongue out as his
face turns purple. It will be too late to say “Sorry Sir!” What’s the use in
protecting our own soldiers from danger? The late Lt
Block learnt the ropes under my command. A grenade blew off his balls. I
warned him about saving his sperm for the perfect fuck. The shrapnel dismembered
both his legs. When I arrived at the remains of his tent, I comforted the Lt
for about three minutes before he lost consciousness. The bloody mess
dismayed him. He demanded revenge for his fragging. He nominated Sgt Don and Cpl Tara as the
likely suspects. He punished them when they botched a night attack. The loss
of three Ptes was less disturbing than their
whining. In fact I am angry. The Lt’s cock and balls were outstanding trophy
material for wearing across the victor’s chest. It is stupid to blow up balls
when they give men pleasure. I would have been satisfied if Sgt Don and Cpl Tara had
castrated Lt Block. Then I could have transferred them to the Eagle Unit
where every member has carried out at least one castration successfully. Of
course, I would want to personally castrate both of them as punishment. They
get to keep their balls from being cut off during the Fragging Hunt. The
commander directed that the noose is the sole weapon of the day. All antagonists and the guards handed in
their castration knives. It’s true that the commander is a balls’ man. He
qualified his orders to permit the crushing of balls. Five guards
wear two loose nooses for use in keeping antagonists inside the Fragging Hunt
zone. Three officers mentioned a wild passion to noose the guards. Tightened
nooses would show off their necks for the benefit of antagonists. I decided
to use the guards as target replacements but was overruled. The commander had
other ideas. He ordered Sgt Kellogg to command a
small group located immediately in front of the noosing zone. They are to act
as stand-byes if necessary. The commander
put me in charge of today’s Fragging Hunt. I get a whistle to use. Will the
whistle protect me from danger? I’m confident. I have fought the enemy
overseas and survived. Today’s Fragging hunt is close to home. I look forward
to the terminal challenge. Already six
engineers and six m.p.s installed gibbets with
thirteen nooses. Apparently the engineers and m.p.s
engaged in a prank trial. Firstly, they pissed over Pte
Ramon thoroughly; secondly, they noosed him. An engineer claimed Pte Ramon swung his boots out in an attempt to find
footing, shot an incredible amount of spunk. The pranksters laughed
themselves hoarse. The tongue juts out of his still mouth. Pte Ramon’s naked body swings as the hangman’s sadistic
prank-- the thirteenth noose-- during today’s hunt. His circumcised cock has
already discharged its final load. The swinging body, weighed down with
general purpose boots, is a focus for a hanging area. An engineer
thoughtfully placed a set of raised wooden steps behind Pte
Ramon’s arse. A prick can fuck the carcass. In fact
an engineer tried to place a number of raised wooden steps for easy access to
both the gibbets and the arses. The commander
stopped him. He wants antagonists to demonstrate brawn, strong shoulders and
arms by lifting targets up to the nooses. Anxious antagonists and I are naked
but wearing boots. We are forbidden to carry a castration knife in the side
of our boots. There are no rank indicators on arms or shoulders. This
fragging hunt takes place so that officers and soldiers can noose each other.
The officers and soldiers are expected to know who they are. The Fragging
Hunt is for the pleasure of competing man-to-man. Fragging each other gives
all antagonists terminal redress. The commander
gives me private instructions: he chose me because of my strong arms and
shoulders. I am to use them to noose targets. For this hunt the antagonists
can call “Leader!” when they need my assistance or additional target power. I
am happy to help out with a noose. The guards help and provide the target
replacements from the stand-byes if I choose to use
them. The five guards are Pte Ramon’s MP buddies.
They are guarding the perimeter of the gibbet area. The commander wants me to
forget any close association with the officers and soldiers. Lethal targets
engage in the frenzy of close quarter killing. They may noose me if they hunt
me down during the Fragging Hunt. It might happen. During other terminal hanging
events—top secret of course— the survivors reward the organiser
with the noose. It’s unthinkable but when carried away antagonists may crush
and pulp the commander’s balls before noosing him. The noosing
is for the antagonists’ enjoyment. It’s best if the target wearing the noose
passes through the distinct stages of asphyxiation; the attacker ensures the
noose is firm, secured to the pegs or something else. Would be fuckers must
be helped to insert their cocks into the arse. I
must be resolute and try to noose them as well. Leave targets hanging. The
use of loose nooses is encouraged especially when antagonists get into the
spirit of the Fragging Hunt and fill the thirteen nooses. There is a
self-tightening feature in some of the nooses. The engineers need to explain
how the feature works. The commander
tasked me to put a garland of cut cocks and balls around the necks of both Ptes Bruno and Francisco. These are the spoils of a
castration contest. Prod them to frag officer targets; in turn the officers
will try to trap them for execution. I have to accept the rules that if one
or both win the Fragging Hunt they will noose and fuck me. The commander will
promote survivors to a higher rank. The Fragging
Hunt area is circular. The mascot, Pte Ramon MP, swings
impressively from the middle gibbet. The engineers, a sneaky lot,
prepositioned twenty loose nooses onto the area. All of these require manual
tightening around the necks. The roll book
for the Fragging Hunt reads as follows: NOOSING A GRATIFYING
SPORT RAISES MEN SEVEN FEET
ABOVE THE GROUND Somebody has
scribbled in pencil “ensure all necks are shaven’. The following
are present: 1.
Mascot: Pte Ramon MP,
already noosed 2.
Leader: Capt Marlon (Inf) 3.
Officers: Maj Quinn (Inf) 4.
Maj Tunder (Marine) 5.
Capt Bambert (Eng) 6.
Capt Burl (MP) 7.
Capt Drean (Inf) 8.
Lt Gut (Transport) 9.
Lt Lynch (Inf) 10.
Lt Saracen (Special Forces) 11.
Lt Wund (Ranger) 12.
Visiting Lt (Ranger) unpronounceable Hispanic
name. Other ranks: 13.
Sgt Don (Inf) 14.
Sgt Prize (Inf) 15.
Cpl Hermann (Eng) 16.
Cpl Tara (Inf) 17.
Pte Bruno (Inf) 18.
Pte Francisco (Inf) 19.
Pte Donald
(Marine) 20. Pte Gilbert
(Special Forces) 21.
Pte Evan
(Transport) 22. Pte Rankin
(Ranger) The five
perimeter guards brought a tub of black weapon grease. The commander joins
the group, selects a guard, writes X across his hairy chest and blackens his
balls with the weapon grease. The commander smiles approval to the guard to
reciprocate. The guard is thrilled to blacken the commander’s big balls. The
circumcised cock is about eight inches.
looks impressive sitting above the blackened balls. The four guards take this
as permission to write X across their hairy chests and blacken their balls.
They ignore the protestations of Sgt Kellogg and go
ahead and blacken his balls plus the eight Ptes
with the weapon grease. Both the commander and the five guards wear two
nooses ready for action. They look good spread across their chests. The commander
orders an opening procession. I blow the whistle once. The antagonists,
guards, Sgt Kellogg and extras fall in and march
around the three gibbets. The exercise helps them to physically warm up. The visiting
Hispanic Ranger Lt is hostile towards the commander. He doesn’t understand
why he is forced into playing a terminal game. The commander’s assessment is
quite different. The Ranger Lt has a big, big set of balls which call out for
crushing and pulping. The commander ordered me to schedule a balls event
where he faces multiple opponents. The five
guards like the exhibitionism, the camaraderie when marching with protruding
cocks. Indeed my cock strikes out in unison. The commander beckons me to stop
the marchers. “Antagonists
and black ball members. Stop! Assemble to listen to the commander.” Actually the
officers in particular were awe struck by the commander’s cock and blackened
big balls. No wonder the commander encouraged crushing and pulping big balls! “Congratulate
the engineers who erected the gibbets and installed the nooses. I know from
experience that you will be itching to use them.” Applause. “The Fragging
Hunt is a special event which you will treasure for the rest of your life
however short. The focus is on noosing but some of you may wish to crush and
pulp balls beforehand as well. The leader and the officers can draft the
soldiers with the blackened balls to join in. Remember the nooses adjust to
fit all sized necks. Your leader, Capt Marlon, has
outlined a progressive program to ensure antagonists are matched with their
opponents. I hand you over to him.” “The
following antagonists are to step forward to the gibbets: Engineers: Capt Bamber versus Cpl Hermann. Infantry: Maj
Quinn versus Sgt Prize. Special
Forces: Lt Saracen versus Pte Gilbert.” The critical
moment is embarrassing. They want to and do scratch their itchy balls. They
manhandle their cocks so that they will fight with full erections. Everybody
looks. “Face one
another underneath the gibbets. After I blow the opening whistle, bring the
noose down to your opponent or raise your opponent up to the noose. The
target zone is flexible. It is okay to regroup and join forces with other
antagonists. Forget about the niceties of rank. You are here as the First
Round because you want hanging satisfaction in front of the commander and
other antagonists. Call for the Leader if you want additional manpower. I
will consider your request immediately and draft a blackened ball stand bye
if necessary. The commander expects to see an Engineer, Infantry and Special
Forces officer or soldier swinging from the gibbet. You have elected to frag
one another during the Fragging Hunt. It is imperative that cocks blow. Use
your hands if necessary. Shout progress. The other antagonists will be beside
the gibbet area until the First Round is completed.” Capt Marlon
reports the first part of the Fragging Hunt: The
antagonists face each other underneath the three gibbets. I like wearing the
whistle across my hairy chest. For a moment it catches in the hairs. I blow
the whistle. The antagonists raise both arms above their heads, grasp the
noose heads, feel its thickness, and the roughness which will shortly burn
through neck flesh. They step closer to each other. In order to throw the
noose head around their opponent’s necks, they step into a danger zone. Engineers: Capt Bamber versus Cpl Hermann The engineers
are professional killers. Their first move is tieing
their nooses around each other’s necks. The noose ropes intertwine as they
face each other. Cpl Hermann makes an inspired
move. He uses the gibbet like a flying fox. He supports himself on the
gibbet, thrusts his legs upwards, then, scissors the Capt’s
head. The Capt feels the combined pressure of the
tight noose and the Cpl’s legs. The Capt stretches out his arms, grasps the noose rope
attached to the Cpl. The noose rope locks around the neck. The Cpl locks his own arms onto the Capt’s
arms for a few minutes. Surprisingly, the Cpl’s
head drops to the ground. From a distance it looks like the Cpl is lying backwards with his head near the ground. His
exposed cock taunts the Capt. They both gurgle for air. The Capt raises his shoulders in an attempt to unlock the leg
scissors. It doesn’t work. The two faces change colour.
The Capt frees his hands. The noose head retains
its terminal rip. The Capt is unable to loosen the
noose. The antagonists smile with
resignation as their tongues pop out. The Capt pus
his right hand around the Cpl’s cock in front of
him, his left hand around his own cock. The Cpl
keeps his legs scissored around the Capt’s neck. The watchers
cheer on the engineers. A guard shouts “Need a strong hand?” I can see that
the guard’s cock is primed for action. I order him into the gibbet area. “Get your
cock ready. The Cpl is waiting.” The Capt starts to froth from his mouth. He pulls both cocks
with difficulty. The Cpl’s cock is very thick,
circumcised and about eight inches. The Capt wants
to shout “Cocks spurting!” but his tongue gets in the way. His own cock
starts spurting whilst his eyes become glassy. The Cpl
is glad he fragged his officer. The guard
steps under a gibbet. He pulls the noose ropes to raise the Cpl’s neck. The Cpl chokes for
breath. The guard consummates the noosing. Up goes the Cpl’s
torso, legs apart off the ground. Two legs shake frantically. It is as if the
Cpl joins a seven foot high club. The Cpl’s cock definitely responds. Where is the guard’s
cock? The Cpl hears he guard kit a set of wooden
steps into place. Then the guard thumps his boots on the step. His thick cock
inserts right up his arse. The pain is incredible.
The Cpl gasps but there is no breath left. The cock
spurts. That’s it. The last thing he hears is the sound of the guard fucking
him intently. He loses consciousness. The guard
forgets he is unprotected whilst fucking a target in the Fragging Hunt. I
take advantage of the situation. I pull a noose along the gibbet towards him.
It is no trouble to satisfy him. I tighten the noose before the
self-tightening feature has a moment to work. The guard splutters as he fucks
and chokes. Particular Inf. Officers bask at the guard’s predicament for a
few minutes. They watch intently as the cock slips out of the Cpl’s arse. Then the guard
slumps back lifeless on the noose ropes. Infantry: Maj
Quinn versus Sgt Porter The Maj has a
vice. He brutally rapes soldiers. Sgt Prize chided
him for raping two recruits before they were sent to Pirate Island. It is
damn well none of the Sgt’s military business. Now
the Sgt is in front of him. Both of them are
underneath a gibbet. Hang on. The time has come to hang the Sgt. Sgt Prize is stuck with the Maj. He wants as little to do
with him as possible. Somebody else can hang him. Who? The Sgt calls upon me, the leader, to find a solution. I persuade
the Special Forces Lt Saracen and Pte Gilbert to
postpone their individual duel for the sake of fighting the Inf duo. Capt Drean (Inf) joins Maj Quinn. Lt Saracen
assesses the potential targets. the Maj is about six and a half feet tall. Pte Gilbert and he, the Lt, are both short, about five
and a half feet tall. It would be prudent to use the willing Sgt to overcome the Maj. Pte
Gilbert and he would find noosing such a tall Maj extremely challenging. A
tall Maj requires the highest gibbett if his feet
are going to swing properly. The challenge is tempting even when fellow
officer antagonists may disapprove. However, Special Forces are renowned for
their disregard of conventions. The Maj is
extremely vexed when the Lt and two Ptes gang up on
him. He calls “Leader!” I summon Capt Drean (Inf) from the antagonist
bystanders to the gibbet. This is a clever choice. Capt
Drean (Inf) is over six
foot tall. Lt Saracen welcomes the double dare of noosing two officers over
six feet tall. The three opponents plot the hanging of the tall officers in
front of them. The physical effort required to drag them to the higher gibbet
is considerable. In the first move Sgt Prize picks
up two loose nooses from the fallen guard. Maj Quinn and
Capt Drean successfully
capture Pte Gilbert. A Special Forces Pte is trained to avoid capture but two-on-one is a
challenge. Before the Pte can be rescued, the two
officers raise him up to a noose which immediately locks the neck into
position. Pte Gilbert imagined many hanging
fantasies. At last he was hanging for real. The Capt
pushes him like a swing. His legs reach out for a foothold. A total lack of
control is part of his mindset. Military training for privates emphasises obedience, following officers’ orders and
giving up control to others. He wants to shout “Whee..eee..eee” when his cock sticks
out and spurts between the flying legs. However, the Capt
unexpectedly grabs him around the neck. The Capt
snaps the neck. The Capt’s focus on noosing Pte Gilbert proves to be his undoing. Lt Saracen
joins Sgt Prize for the next confrontation. This
time the Sgt is thrilled when he nooses Capt Drean. The Lt helps him
raise the Capt up to the highest gibbet. Sgt Prize shoves his fist up the Capt’s
arse which opens it up/ He kicks around for a set
of steps. He wants to fuck the Capt with his now
erect cock. Before he could move the steps across, Maj Quinn pounces behind
his back. A noose goes around his neck, shuts tight quickly. The pain is
intense as the noose burns through his neck flesh. Bastard! The Maj gets him
in the end. The attack is not over. The Sgt’s arm
rips the Capt’s arse
open. Blood splatters everywhere. Faces change colour,
tongues protrude. Maj Quinn locks his two arms around the Sgt’s
chest and squeezes tight, The rib cage crunches. More physical pain. The Capt makes a last effort to find a footing. It looks as
if the cocks of both the Capt and the Sgt spurt in unison. There is
another surprise twist. Lt Saracen determines to complete hanging the six and
a half foot Maj. Maj Quinn expected the Lt to leave him alone. Wrong! Maj
Quinn tried to leave the gibbet area. Lt Saracen trips him up before he can
run away. A loose noose immobilises his body. The
Lt drags him back under the gibbet. It requires maximum physical effort to
pull a noose down to the Maj’s neck. The Lt is glad he spent so much time in
physical fitness. The Maj had a history of hanging enemy soldiers so he knew
what to expect. He was irritated that a Special Force Lt was terminating him.
Within a few minutes tall officers swung from the gibbet. Do cocks respond to
one another? The Lt leant across and handled the cock. It knew its duty. The
Lt and no doubt the Maj were relieved when their erect cocks spurted. Yet the
Maj’s big balls cried out for attention. The Lt had no experience in crushing
and pulping balls. This was his opportunity. Using both hands he squeezed the
big balls… nice…applied more pressure. The Maj tried to scream but he was
fast losing consciousness. The Lt crushed and pulped the balls. He asked me,
the leader, if he could take part in any balls focused event. He must have
been mind reading because that was exactly what I
had in mind. The commander
had stipulated that the visiting Hispanic Ranger officer should fight for his
cock and big, big, balls. Lt Saracen could join him. The opponents could be
drawn from the stand-byes. The four guards had
prevented the Hispanic Ranger officer from escaping the Fragging Hunt zone.
Fortunately he was an exhibitionist and didn’t mind when a guard pointed out
his cock and big balls to the assembled antagonists. Nor did those present know his background. He
fought a brutal enemy where executions via hangings and castrations were
standard operating procedures. Forget about Geneva type conventions! The
commander liked the idea where stand-byes lined up
and replaced those whose balls had been crushed and pulped. He expected the
two officers to excel and indeed they would satisfy his deepest wishes. I introduced
the two officers and asked them to inspect each other’s balls. Feel them.
Imagine crushing and pulping them. The Lt was excited after his recent
encounter. The Ranger’s cock jumped into position. His cock and big balls
were a credit to his Hispanic unit. The opponents would be drawn from the
stand-byes. The immediate mission was to crush and
pulp the blackened balls. Mercy hangings might be necessary. At the
conclusion they may choose to continue fighting in the forthcoming melee or
fight each other. Remember that the opponents might get lucky and crush and
pulp your balls. The commander
leaves the bodies hanging from the gibbets. The sight may motivate the
remaining antagonists. Certainly the four guards were thrilled to lineup four
stand-byes besides the gibbets. I blew a whistle
for two stand-byes to advance to the two officers.
The Lt could see that they were nervous. He ordered them to handle their
cocks. Go on. Pull hard. Your cock may be spurting for the last time. They
followed his instructions. The cocks took a few minutes before they spurted.
Feel better? Good. The other two stand-byes took
note but just fondled their cocks for the moment. The last
thing the stand-byes expected was to fight but some
of them shared the commander’s enthusiasm for crushing and pulping balls. The
number of big balls on display in the Fragging Hunt was a turn-on. Alright.
They might win or lose their balls. The Lt
explained the crush the balls game. It required the two players to front up,
place both hands around the opponent’s balls. After the whistle blows they
are to slowly increase pressure on the balls. The
process continues until they are in such pain that they can’t continue. They
can scream their hearts out. They admit they lost when they shout “Crush my
balls”. The winner is expected to do the right thing. He can reposition his
hands around the balls, look deeply at the loser as he crushes and pulps
their balls. He drags them across to the gibbet area and nooses them. The
pain will stop. I asked both
duo’s to stand in front of one another and grasp the balls so that others can
see. The game is very masculine and has been played many times. After I blow
the whistle they are to start applying pressure slowly. I blow a
second whistle. “Start!” There is a
slight distraction. Two cocks are wet with sperm. The black grease makes the
balls slippery. No matter. The Ranger officer is surprised at the strength of
his opponent’s hands. Both cocks spring to attention. oh! The pressure is tantalising. The opponent is determined to last the
distance but the pain becomes torture. He starts crying but is unable to win.
“Crush my balls!” The message is clear. The Ranger officer crushes and pulps
the balls. By comparison the Lt nearly loses. This is his first time when an
opponent is squeezing his balls. It feels great! He gets carried away. A bystander
calls out “Crush the officer’s balls”. The Lt recognises
the danger and intensifies the pressure on the opponent’s balls. This was
just as well. The opponent screamed. The Lt enjoyed his second crushing and
pulping of balls. I challenged
the bystander. “Want to join in?” “ Yes but I
have my own officer to challenge. He has priority on my crush the balls wish
list.” I approved
this Fragging Hunt thought. The two officers were a good combination when
they noosed the stand-byes. The Lt’s cock regained
some its energy after the previous spurt. The Ranger’s cock, well, it was
Hispanic and long. In other terminal events fighters would lust to cut it off
with their regulation castration blades. A guard
beckoned the two stand-byes waiting in line. There
was no way of escaping a man-to-man confrontation. The Ranger took the
initiative this time. Let’s see your cocks spurt. The cocks took their time
then spurted profusely. Good. Show us your balls. The stand-byes displayed the balls. Better. The guards were a bit
mean with the black weapons grease. They could have slapped more grease on.
Step over here. Feel our balls. Let us feel your balls. Look the cocks are
coming back to life for a second coming. Apply pressure together. Adjust your
hands. I can hardly feel them. Lt can you feel your opponent’s hands? The
reply was not much. Well then. We will have to show you how to apply
pressure. The stand-byes took their time but they
did achieve painful squeezing of the officers’ balls. The officers were
trained to withstand torture. They reciprocated. Ouch! There was no way the
stand-byes could win. They both cried out “Crush
the balls!” The officers gestured to the assembled antagonists. “Watch us
crush these balls!” There was a round of applause. The two officers worked as
a team in noosing both of them. The commander
interrupted me, the leader. Let the two officers join the melee. I may have
to personally challenge the visiting Ranger. I would like to include the
guards and the remaining stand-byes in the melee.
Can you factor that in? Of course, Sir! Any
questions? The Ranger
officer mentioned that the balls could do with a weapons grease refresher. Good point. I
will attend to that. If it’s good enough for me to have blackened balls it’s
about time for you, Capt, to join in. Ready? Yes
Sir! By the way I saw you noose one guard. That’s a bit slack for you. I
expect you to improve in the melee. Order Ptes
Bruno and Francisco to report to me. I want the antagonists to see their
garland. The format of
the Fragger Hunt is now a noosing free-for-all
where antagonists just get on with it. It is quiet when the commander leads Ptes Bruno and Francisco to the front of the gibbets.
Their hairy chests are emblazoned with garlands of castrated cocks and balls. “I know that
some of you were disappointed when I removed your castration blades from the
Fragging Hunt. The two Ptes here proved the worth
of such endeavours. Compliment them for choosing to
join you all today in crushing and pulping balls plus noosing. You can see
that their big balls are worth crushing. The cocks will have to wait to be
cut off at another time. Look closely at the garlands.” The two Ptes raise their arms up in a victory gesture so that the
trophies are fully visible. The spectacle of hairy chests, castrated cocks
and balls in addition to the hanging bodies is tops for the commander. “We are
taking a break for about half an hour before the melee. You can use it as a
piss break. Some of you like to piss over one another. The guards must report
to me immediately.” The four
guards reported for duty. “A fighting
officer complained that our balls are not blackened enough. He wants you to
apply a second soak with the weapons grease. The grease could be thicker. We
overlooked the leader’s balls. Blacken them as well as your chest x’s and
balls, the four stand-byes, the Sgt
and me. For your advance warning we will all be fighting in the forthcoming
melee. You will have the opportunity to use the two loose nooses around your
necks. The gibbets are half empty or half full depending on your point of
view. Forgive the leader for noosing your fifth colleague. He was just a
casualty of the Fragger Hunt.” The Sgt and the stand-byes were
shocked at first with the melee news. Then they calmed down and realised it would be a masculine dream. It wasn’t every
day when they could noose and crush balls. The four guards teased them when
they greased them again. This time they asked the Sgt
for permission to grease two hairy chests. The Sgt
replied “Why not?” The guards
rubbed the thick grease from below the neck hanging line, down the chest, to
the cocks and balls. These cocks would be the first blackened today. The other
ranks took the break opportunity to piss over one another. It gave them the
chance to visually inspect cocks and balls they might wish to deal with. The
officers kept separate away from the other ranks. They too pissed over one
another and visually inspected the cocks and balls. A melee was deliberately
designed to be dangerous but thrilling to fight in. I, the
leader, inspected the antagonists with my blackened balls. The cock was
resting. I mingled with the officers asking for feedback. By and large they
thought the noosing was rushed, more cooperation would help in dragging and
raising targets, slipping the nooses around the necks and spending quality
time with the antagonists hanging. Also, it was too quiet. It would be
helpful if antagonists spoke a commentary. “He’s going to hang me…etc”. Half liked watching balls crushed and pulped; half
preferred using their regulation castration knives. The prospect of promotion
to the next rank was motivating; of course, they had to be winners/
survivors. What happens if somebody frags the commander? I assured them that
steps were taken for a replacement commander to institute the promotions.
Besides who is likely to frag the commander? The answer is obvious. The
visiting Hispanic Ranger officer with the big, big balls. I spoke with
the four guards pointing out that they each had two loose nooses to tie
tightly around necks. Otherwise a bright spark would wrap their neck with a
noose. The engineers had supplied extra nooses to cover the Sgt and the stand-byes if
necessary. Even the guards! I picked up a grease brush and gestured towards
two guards. Their cocks were already
erect. I dipped the brush into the grease container and swiped the cocks.
That meant that all four guard cocks were blackened with grease. The guards
reciprocated by blackening my cock. I didn’t object so they continued to
grease my chest. I now looked terrific as if I came from the Darkest
Continent. The five cocks responded. The half hour
break was nearly up. It was time to blow the whistle and reassemble. I must apologise to the reader. In a melee it is very difficult
to keep track of who is fighting who. I will do my best but remember some of
us are smothered in grease. Rest assured that orders are in place to cover
the aftermath. It’s true that both and commander and I are targets for
fragging. It was
necessary to remind the antagonists that they were fragging officers to other
ranks/ other ranks to officers. I brought the respective officers and their
other rank counterpart together in the assembly. I designated one area for
crushing and pulping balls and one area for noosing. Of course, in a melee
these distinctions blend. The officers dictated the area for their other rank
opponents. The commander chose crushing and pulping balls so that he could
challenge the visiting Hispanic Ranger officer. What he had in mind harked
back to ancient gladiator games. The ball antagonists stay fighting in this
area crushing from one set of balls to another—maybe to the Last Ball. Two of
the stand-byes chose ball crushing, the other two
chose noosing. Sgt Kellogg preferred noosing.
During his service many officers had chided him. He looked forward to noosing
an officer. You could
imagine me being a traffic cop. I directed antagonists to both areas. It will
be difficult for me to keep track of the activities in both areas but I will
try. Of course, traffic cops are not naked, wear military boots, and are not
covered in black grease. The garlands
attracted attention. The other Ranger officer Lt Wund
challenged Pte Bruno to hand over his garland.
Likewise Transport Lt Gut challenged Pte Francisco.
They replied “Over our noosed bodies”. I liked the way Capt
Burl(MP) partners Lt Wund (Ranger) against Pte Donald (Marine) and Pte
Rankin (Ranger) plus Sgt Don (Inf).
At last they cooperated, tackling the two Ptes,
dragging them to the gibbet, noosing them. The officers made it look simple.
True to form the Ptes had cocks which erected as
the hangings progressed. Sgt Don stood in front of
the swinging targets fondling his cock. Almost in unison the three cocks
spurted. A guard sneaked up behind Sgt Don, threw
one of his loose nooses around the neck, pulled tight. The Sgt choked and spluttered. Maj Tunder
(Marine) assisted the guard in raising the Sgt onto
the gibbet and securing the ropes. The guard’s loose noose around his neck
was too tempting. The Maj pulled the noose tight. The guard struggled to
break free. No way. The Maj had the strength and hands-on experience to
secure the noose on the gibbet. He noticed the x mark on the chest and the
blackened balls. They were big. Maybe he wasn’t supposed to—here—but he
crushed the balls. Lt Lynch (Inf) asked for my help. He wanted the two of us to fuck Cpl Tara (Inf) and Pte Evans (Transport) before noosing them. My blackened
cock could certainly do with a workout. I understood how Lt Lynch was aroused
by the fighting around him. The fucking went to textbook but the noosing got
complicated. One of the stand-byes imprudently
stepped onto the plank. The Lt included him in the noosing. The other
stand-bye proved to be a hanging master in the
making. You would expect Capt Burl (MP) to have the
experience of looking after himself in a dangerous situation. He must have
been distracted. The other stand-bye was fully aggressive and would be
labelled as alpha by some. He had no trouble securing a noose around the Capt’s neck. He was strong enough to raise the Capt above the ground. He took the time to pace the
hanging. The Capt struggled to catch his breath,
flung his legs outwards, but slowly realised that he
was trapped. The stand-bye smiled, fondled his own
cock first then moved to the Capt’s cock and balls.
Impressive. The Capt was vaguely aware that his
cock was now erect. The cock steadied itself and shot sperm profusely. The
stand-bye caught some of the sperm in his hands and
rubbed it into the Capt’s chest. He completed by
collecting thick black grease from his own balls and transferring it to the Capt’s balls. It was time
for me to check the crush the balls area. There were only three officers—the
commander, Lt Saracen and the visiting Hispanic Ranger. The commander had
extended an invitation to Pte Bruno and Pte Francisco to visit the area and show the garlands.
Two stand-byes plus a guard were poised to play the
crush the balls game. Everybody
clapped when the Ptes arrived. They were curious to
see the cocks and balls both on the garlands and on the Ptes.
The commander gave everybody permission to inspect them closely. Lt Saracen
took great delight with the circumcised cocks. He imagined the pleasure of
castrating them and then shoving them into their mouths. The Ranger had been
there, done that so he concentrated on the garlands. They were a work of
craftsmanship. He wondered whoever was responsible. The two stand-byes just loved cocks. The balls were a slight
disappointment on the garlands. The balls on the Ptes
by comparison called out for crushing and pulping. The commander persuaded
them to watch one ball crushing. After that they were not staying or taking
part but returning to the gibbet area. The commander knew that Lt Wund and Lt Gut intended to noose them today. The commander
had his turn with a stand-bye with greasy chest.
The game could go either way. There was no guarantee who would win. They both
had big balls worthy of challenge. The stand-bye
liked the feel of the commander’s balls. The commander in turn relished the
challenge. The Lt interrupted. “Excuse me. Can we see you with your arms
further apart? That’s better.” I volunteered to blow the whistle. They slowly
increased the pressure. The two Ptes got their
cocks ready. The commander teased
them. “When he has got you by the balls your heart and mind will follow.” He
started to worry when the pressure became painful. He addressed the
stand-bye. “How are you going? Good?” He adjusted his hands, pushed thumbs
into the balls. The stand-bye was now alarmed. The commander was pleased that
the two Ptes’s cocks would spurt at the climax.
That was a bonus he hadn’t expected. The stand-bye
started screaming and continued. “Help me” he begged the Ptes.
They adjusted their cocks awaiting the climax. The commander toyed with the
pressure. He’s nearly there. The stand-bye shouts
“Crush the balls!” The Ptes moan as their cocks
spurt. The commander demonstrates a complete crushing and pulping of the
balls. Yes, the Ptes are impressed but they still
like cutting off both cocks and balls with the regulation castration knife.
The Ranger softens his harsh criticism of the commander. If every unit member
had a cock like those a castration enthusiast would have bliss. The cocks in
this unit are worthy. The guard was
now nervous and unsure who to challenge. I reassured him that he only had his
blackened balls to worry about. They were big enough to crush. Handling the
greased balls was a novelty for both officers. The Ranger took the
initiative. At the end of the day his balls would feel sore but he was
confident that he could still have them. “Guard. What
does the x mean on your chest?” “Good
question sir. Most of the unit members have hairy chests. The x looks good.” “I see. And
what are you going to do now?” “I’m going to
crush and pulp your balls sir.” “Well. Good
luck. I promise to noose you after I have crushed your balls. Move forward,
stretch out your arms immediately in front of me, grasp my balls with both
hands. That’s it. Now I am going to grasp your blackened balls. They are nice
and big ideal for crushing.” I spoke with
the commander who reiterated that he was challenging the Ranger and was not
concerned about winning or losing. He did order me to noose him if indeed he
lost. The Ranger
enjoyed soldiers squeezing his balls. He was conditioned to the pain and
unlikely to meet a match here. The guard did have a firm grasp of his balls.
I asked the Ranger if I could have a close look. “Sure.
Consider our grasp carefully. In a few minutes we will increase the pressure.
One of us will scream “Crush our balls!” Why don’t you join in a threesome
with the Lt?” I didn’t anticipate that invitation. The guard now looked
uncomfortable as he moved into a newer threshold of pain. The Ranger was
experienced in torture so he knew how to manipulate the guard. Nevertheless
he was impressed by the guard’s grasping. The guard started panting. The
crushing would start shortly. “Crush my balls!” The Ranger smiled as he
crushed the balls. The Ranger
got up and explained what he meant by a threesome. “The stand-bye stands in the middle, arms stretched out to grasp
balls on either side. The Lt and you can share grasping his balls. The mode
is mostly playful and a tease in the beginning. You are welcome to continue.
Sometime it works out; other times one player has to take over to crush the
balls. I’m sure you are adult enough to take the risk and play. You might
care to be in the middle. What does the commander think?” “Position
yourself in the middle. That way you grasp two sets of balls.” The stand-bye
is a little perplexed. The Lt will be joining in a threesome for the first
time. The Ranger spread the three players with the stand-bye
on the right, the leader in the middle, and the Lt on the left. The Ranger
expects the leader’s right hand to be strong enough to grasp the stand-bye’s balls and inflict pain. We spread our arms out,
move so that the arms reach our balls. I like the feel of two hands grasping
my balls. The commander moves over and adjusts our hands. He pats me on the
shoulder. Good luck! Ready? The players start with getting the feel of the
balls. I’m impressed with the Lt’s balls but have to focus on targeting the
stand-bye’s balls. The tension in my balls keeps me
focussed on the job at hand. The Ranger moves us
closer together. That’s better! The Lt is enjoying his introduction to a
threesome. He sees the possibilities of three players grasping balls beyond
the threshold of pain. He didn’t expect my grasp to be so compelling with one
hand. The Ranger knew what he was doing. My right hand is stronger. I
accidentally squash the stand-bye’s balls. He
screams. Good start. Both players intensify their grasp. Ball pain is
addictive. I love it! The Lt groans. He loves these ball games. I take a deep
breath. My hand scrunches the stand-bye’s balls. He
shouts “Crush my balls!” The Ranger says “Go ahead!” The Lt still has his
hand grasping my balls. I visualise a future game
where all three players continue to squeeze until they crush all three sets
of balls. My cock responds to the imagined danger. I see the Lt’s cock
responding as well. Lt releases his hand so that I can move quickly to the
stand-bye. I look him squarely in the face and tell him I am going to crush
his balls. He cries. “I don’t want to lose my balls.” I grasp the balls with
both hands. “Spare me!” For the first
time in my life I crush the balls. The feeling is great. The commander is
impressed. I leave the Lt to take care of the stand-bye. I need to return to
the hanging area. It’s no
surprise that Lt Wund is noosing Pte Bruno. The garland remains with Pte
Bruno as the noose prevents the Lt from getting it. Lt Gut has noosed Pte Francisco whose garland remains locked around his
neck. Both Lt’s followed the hanging process carefully. They watched the
cocks erect, poise, then spurt for the last time. They regretted that they
didn’t have their regulation castration knives on hand to collect both the
spent cocks and the balls. The two, frisky,
guards stepped up onto the plank and joined Lt Lynch and Maj Tunder. The four looked each other down to the cocks and
balls and up to the necks. The Lt commented on the blackened balls and x
chest markings. All four had erect cocks in preparation for the forthcoming
noosing. The guards thought they had the advantage because they slipped a
noose around both officers’ necks. They overlooked the fact that they had a
noose left around their own necks. The Lt pulled one of the guards close and
lifted him up to the gibbet. The Maj assisted him by throwing and securing
the noose on the gibbet. The second guard pulled the noose tight on the Maj.
The guard had the strength to raise the Maj high enough to raise him above
the ground and secure him the gibbet. In one of those mishaps the noose
around the Lt’s neck got caught up in the other three noosings.
They were able to watch each other’s progress. The guards’ cocks spurt first.
The Lt wished he could cut them off. During his last moments he remembered
his castration adventures in the Military Cattle Cut Club. The Maj would have
preferred to be noosed by other officers. This was a Fragging Hunt so two
other ranks succeeded. Damn! His cock made up for his annoyance by spurting
spectacularly. Sgt Kellogg felt
a little left out. He was surrounded by noosed bodies but nobody had paid him
any attention. He decided to check up on the commander. This may be an unwise
move. First of all Lt Saracen stopped him. The commander was fighting the
visiting Hispanic Ranger officer. They wanted to be left alone. The Lt would
be happy to crush his balls but first they need to wait to see who wins. The Ranger
and the commander had an instinctive understanding. The Ranger knew that his
big, big, balls attracted envy. Fortunately none of the antagonists wore
regulation castration knives today. In his own country castration was
routine. He fully expected to lose both his cock and balls sooner or later.
As a prelude the commander asked if he could feel and explore the Ranger’s
balls. A fair request. The Ranger let him wallow in the balls knowing full
well that shortly he would be crushing the commander’s balls. The commandeer
had no knowledge of the Ranger’s experience and cultural background. The
Ranger simply followed standard operating procedure. “Enough! The
time has come for me to crush your balls. I’m looking at them. They look
ideal for crushing. Grasp my balls. I grasp your balls. Start applying
pressure slowly. I want us both to experience ball torture.” The commander
admired the frankness. He was a cadet when he last took part in a ball
torture session. The Ranger’s big, big, balls bounced on his hands. He could
barely hold them. The Ranger could certainly squeeze his balls which were big
but not big, big. They enjoyed five minutes or so. The commander was dismayed
to discover that his ball torture skills did not meet cadet standards. His
balls were just putty in the hands of the Ranger. The Ranger knew he had won;
he also knew that the commander must be terminated. Any last words? Noose me
in front of my officers. The Ranger filled his chest with air then crushed
the balls. “Lt. Are you
there? Help me carry the commander to the gibbet area.” The Sgt was beside himself when he saw the commander’s pulped
balls. He helped the Lt and the Ranger. They ceremoniously lifted the
commander up onto the gibbet, placed the noose around his neck, pulled tight.
The cock was nicely in shape and would do its duty. A handful of survivors watched the
commander’s noosing. They wanted to avenge the commander’s ball crushing and
noosing but the commander lost consciousness. Torn by grief the Sgt attacked the Ranger officer. He was no match. The
Ranger and the Lt noosed him, raised him off the ground. What did the Sgt expect? The Sgt’s cock paid
tribute to the late commander by spurting. I was
relieved when the fighting wound down. The visiting Hispanic Ranger would not
be court martialled. The commander’s death was
written off KIA. I believe the late Lt Lynch recommended me to join the Military
Cattle Cut Club. Both the late Pte Bruno and Pte Francisco were members. I guess the MCCC will issue
me with an invitation in the future. I need to collect my regulation
castration knife back from the quartermaster. The current issue knife has a
very sharp blade. The quartermaster claims it is state of the art for cutting
off cocks and balls. The lesson of
the Fragging Hunt was learnt. There was no fragging for a period of time. The
few survivors including me were promoted one rank up. I was now a Maj. The
vacancies were filled with fresh officers and other ranks. The
replacement commander is a tough veteran of overseas combat. He ordered us to
assemble in parade formation in our physical fitness shorts only plus
training shoes. He noted the cocks jutting out inside the shorts. He wanted
to inspect them so he ordered us to remove our shorts. He was happy for us to
see his thick cock and big balls when he took his own shorts off. The
commander asked for rank and name and inspected cocks and balls where appropriate.
The aide accompanying him wrote down names, cocks and ball details during the
complete inspection. Given my recent Fragger Hunt
experience I was aware that the aide had big balls which called for crushing.
Would the commander arrange such sporting events? Let’s hope so. |
