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Cutting cocks and balls’ game

Major Grange was a big dreamer during his sleep. He clutched onto his cock in the middle of the night, grasped his balls. He dreamt he was fighting in mass combat. The objective was to cut off the enemy’s cocks and balls. The friendly forces engaged the enemy with gusto. An enemy soldier had him in his sights. His cock responded to the threat. He saw the knife in his imagination poised to strike. Phew. By the time he woke up, climbed out of the hammock and entered the officers’ shower area his cock was fully erect.

“Good morning.”

The two naked officers already in the showers remarked. “Look at your cock. The enemy will want to cut it off.”

Major Grange replied “The enemy will be busy cutting off your bull balls.”

The second officer said “Our cocks and bull balls are big enough for the enemy to choke on. How about organising a cocks and balls cutting event?”

The first officer added “seriously”. He smiled at the four, newly arrived officers. “Look at these cocks. My. The enemy will cut off which one first?”

The four officers were surprised but entered into the spirit of the conversation.

“All our cocks are worthy of the cutting knives.”

They held out their cocks for inspection. Major Grange interrupted. “If I may be so bold the enemy will choose this one.” He held up the erect cock of the sixth officer for all to see. Lieutenant Tarrant blushed.

Spoiler alert: the enemy will cut off Lieutenant Tarrant’s cock and balls but not before he himself cuts off two sets of cocks and balls.

The officers finished off this morning’s altercation with a towel fight. Major Grange was big on butt; he enjoyed flicking the towel on exposed butt. Now he had to plan a cocks and balls cutting event. Good luck!

Captain Ferris

The Captain was a respected member of the Military Cattle Cut Club, praised for his organising skills. He led soldiers in two or three successful events. They commended his enthusiasm and motivation. Whilst he had a few close shaves he demonstrated cutting cocks and balls to the players and still kept his own cock and balls. He understood the soldiers’ satisfaction when they cut off enemy cocks and balls as well as the fear when the enemy would cut off their own cocks and balls.

The Field Commander knew that some of his officers were restless with the endless peace; they wanted to play terminal games. He checked with his superiors who approved. Apparently they didn’t mind a one-off purge. Casualties are written off as KIA training exercises. After he recovered from the shock he saw the opportunity. For some time the officers mumbled that they wanted to fight in a cocks and balls cutting game; they were mostly excluded from games played by other ranks. Captain Ferris would be pleased to organise such a game. Of course, he would take part. If he survived he would be sent for training to be a Major. The trick was to convince Major Grange that he was organising the event. To make the game more realistic and deadly a Crossbow team would be included.

Reconnaissance

Major Grange requested an officer representing the Military Cattle Cut Club to accompany him and Major Adair, a marine expert on ball games. Major Adair recommended that the players in the forthcoming games wear boots into which they can tuck their knives. Otherwise they can be naked so that their cocks and balls are fully exposed to the knives. If they decide to break up in teams the enemy team could wear camouflage caps. At the moment they are bare buff (bare chested). As soon as Captain Ferris arrived to drive them in a vehicle they consulted him. At the end of the vehicle journey they would strip down as if they were participating in the game.

They drove for a full hour. The sign on the gate read “Trespassers will be shot.”

Captain Ferris said “All who enter be warned. This is a dedicated cocks and balls cutting training area.” The area is fenced in with barbed wire.

Major Grange joked “Who would have thought?”

Captain Ferris continued. “The vehicle demarkation spot is at the top of this hill. This is where we strip off.”

They eyed off each other’s cocks and balls. The three cocks looked impressive. Captain Ferris realised that the cutting would be slightly different in the forthcoming games. The officers would gag targets with the cut cocks before they crushed the balls or just cut the balls off. The Field Commander wanted a mass event rarely undertaken at officer level. He stipulated that all fighters in this training area be naked except for wearing boots, a knife and maybe a camouflage cap.

The assembly area for both teams is on the downward side. Both Majors were inspecting the site for the first time. Captain Ferris brought three binoculars fitted with straps to wrap around their necks.

“At the bottom of this hill there is a lake deep enough to drown in. Kayaks, various amphibious craft, floats, row boats and military canoes are already in position to transport fighters to the opposite shore. The island is self-contained and an ideal killing ground. On the other side there is a causeway which gives access at low tide to vehicles. The body bag squad uses it to remove bodies. Swing to the left on the opposite shore. There are a series of trenches. This is the assembly point for the Crossbow team.”

Major Grange asked. “Why a Crossbow team?”

“The Field Commander insists as the Crossbow team needs live practice. I was on a previous exercise here. The Crossbow team targeted the soldiers crossing the lake. A bolt knocked out the Corporal beside me. By coincidence it penetrated his belly button. Nice work! The Crossbow team fired all their bolts. The attacking soldiers then moved in to cut off the teams’ cocks and balls. My cock was rock solid hard watching the awesome sight. It remains to be seen whether the officers enjoy cutting off cocks and balls as much as the soldiers.”

Major Adair volunteered the information. “When I studied to be a marine officer the lecturer considered the mass use of crossbows and arrows in medieval battles. They were very prominent in the advance to contact of the opposing troops. The weapons manufactured today are much more powerful. The crossbows and arrows cut deeply into the flesh—an instant kill. Can we stop for a piss?”

The three officers lined up in a triangle and pissed into the centre. Their circumcised, big, cocks qualified for the forthcoming training exercise.

Major Grange returned to the topic. “A few officers fight one another crossing the lake. What next?”

Major Adair volunteered. “We need an excuse, let’s say a game for two opposing teams and call it Steal the cocks and balls. This will be a variation on a game played by the marines and other military units. The exception will be that knives cut off real cocks and balls.”

“Sounds great,” Major Grange said, “but the game needs targets to fight for.”

“Yes, selecting the targets is tricky. Some targets dare to volunteer as the danger turns them on. The game needs two targets spreadeagled on the ground or upright between tree branches. They have two or three protectors. The objective is to attack them first, cut off their cocks and balls and then proceed to cut off the targets’ cocks and balls. In earlier games the team which cut off the first target’s cock and balls was declared the winner. I prefer both teams to draw so that they can continue fighting as long as they like. The duration may be determined by natural daylight. I presume there is no electricity on this killing ground. And no selfies!”

Captain Ferris. “It’s time to march down to the lake.” The cocks enjoy flopping down and bashing against their balls. They select a rowboat. The Captain is happy to row as rowing keeps him in shape. The three officers are glad the Crossbow team is not attacking them now. Nevertheless they looked across at the assembly point.

The island concentrated fighters close range which was ideal for a killing zone. Walking takes ten minutes to cross from one side to the other. The shrubs afforded some protection but then there were spaced out, grassy, areas. These were well within range for the Crossbow bolts. Both teams had access to groves in which targets could be spread eagled. The groves were the only place where a degree of privacy was permitted.

Major Adair said “Look. The chosen target can be spread eagled between these two trees. The attackers overcome the protectors. An attacker succeeds in cutting off the target’s cock and balls, stuffs the cock in the mouth and chokes him. What more does he want?”

Captain Ferris says “Speak for yourself. Some of us enjoy crushing balls.”

Crossbow team

The quartermaster jumped to attention whenever the Field Operations Officer visited his stores. There was a dedicated section to weapons donated by past serving officers and other rank soldiers. Major Williams had donated a box of crossbows when he was discharged. The quartermaster remembered him as a crossbow enthusiast. He particularly enjoyed fighting in the water crossings where bolts penetrated bare chests. Many soldiers slumped over, fell into the water and drowned. The soldiers who safely crossed the water attacked. The crossbow team fought To the Last Man when they ran out of ammunition. They fought bravely cutting off cocks and bull balls. Major Williams’s cock spurted as he watched cut cocks shoved into mouths for choking. He had a near miss when an enemy soldier grasped his bull balls; he instinctively crushed the enemy soldier’s bull balls. Pop! He unsheathed the knife in his boots, struck the cock base twice, removed the severed cock and shoved it into the enemy soldier’s mouth. The box was his token gesture for a future team. There were six weapons and boxes of bolts.

“Quartermaster. Arrange delivery to the crossbow team within the next three days. I expect to visit them shortly after that. Changing the subject what’s happened to the regulation knives?”

“Sir! The Military Cattle Cut Club returned two newly released boxes. The manufacturers claim that their knives are state-of-the-art. They asked for feedback from any victorious soldiers. After the lockdown they will send a representative to train the troops in its multiple uses. In the meantime rest assured that soldiers can cut off each other’s cocks and bull balls. No problem!”

“There will be a problem if you don’t advise Major Grange whose bull balls are sweating on it. By the way I have nominated you for Advanced Officer Training. The selection course is hair-raising but, I’m sure, you will cope. Take my advice. Forget about being nice. The selectors favour brutality.”

Lieutenant Mitchell lead the current two crossbow teams. The last team was wiped out at a water crossing. Pity about that! He would do his best to lead the current two teams to victory. The unexpected delivery of a box of crossbows and bolts suggested they would shortly go into combat. The next command was to parade on Wednesday at 11.00 hours wearing boots only. That’s right. There would be an inspection of their cocks and balls. He himself was a little shy in front of other naked soldiers. For a start he sported a massive, cut, cock. During Officer Training he was warned about soldiers fragging officers where they blew up balls and cut off cocks. By way of comparison other soldiers wanted to serve under a leader with a big cock.

The parade ground was a modest affair in front of two tents. A naked driver/bodyguard drew the vehicle up. The Field Operations Officer stepped out fully naked.

The Lieutenant advanced, saluted.

“Parade. Attenshun.”

Ten soldiers comprised two crossbow teams. Their crossbows were placed on the side of the parade.

“Parade. Stand at ease.”

Ten soldiers goggled at the sight of two big cocks. The Field Operations Officer addressed them.

“Officer. Soldiers. Under no circumstance tell anybody that your two teams will shortly be in live combat. It’s important that the enemy first knows about you when a bolt penetrates his chest. Lieutenant. Order the soldiers to raise hands in acknowledgment.”

The lieutenant and the ten soldiers raised their hands.

The Field Operations Officer continued. “A retiring officer bought the teams a box of crossbows and bolts. He stipulated that they must be used to kill enemy targets. It’s true that his ideal team aimed at belly buttons but he’s happy if you aim for the chests. Prepare to join a combat exercise where you will fire the crossbows at live, naked, targets. Your officer assures me that your training is up-to-date and that you are ready to kill the enemy. Is that so?”

“Yes Sir!”

“In this combat exercise the enemy has one weapon to respond to your attack. If they survive the crossbow bolts they will advance to contact. From then on everybody cuts off cocks and balls. Good luck! Accompanied by your officer I will shortly inspect your cock and balls. Nothing personal but the enemy wants a guarantee that your cocks and balls are worth cutting off.”

The cocks of the ten soldiers sprung to life in front of the officers’ big cocks.

The Field Operations Officer deliberately clasped the balls, held out the erecting cocks. “Splendid…the enemy will enjoy cutting off this cock and balls…bull balls? maybe the enemy will crush them. Be warned. Crush the enemy balls. Any questions?”

A private dared to ask. “At our distance how can we tell whether a bare chest belongs to the enemy?”

“Good question. In the proposed combat aim for every exposed bare chest. No exceptions.”

Another private commented. “Can we fight naked? This will make it easier to cut off cocks and balls.”

“ Soldiers like to see the cocks and balls they are cutting off. Every fighter will be naked like you are now on parade. The proposed combat is a game Steal the cocks and balls. The crossbow teams have a special mission to attack fighters with their unique weapon. They rarely get the chance to target live fighters.”

The lieutenant asked: “Will the fighters be issued with a sharper knife?”

“Yes. State-of-the-art. The manufacturers claim that their knives are outstanding in cutting off cocks and balls. Let’s find out for ourselves when the fighters play the game. Lieutenant. I must go. Dismiss the parade.”

The driver’s cock was at attention after watching the parade from a distance.

“The enemy would love to cut it off. Be prepared.”

The Event

The long awaited starting time was marked by a whistle blow from Captain Ryan (Military Policeman) alongside his colleague Lieutenant Doyle (Military Policeman). They were part of a five officer execution team but posted to monitor the game’s progress. Four of them stood beside the captive officers spreadeagled upright between tree branches. The captive officers were dismayed but at the same time excited that an unknown officer would shortly cut off their cocks and balls. In fact their cocks were already erect awaiting for the knife.

The fifth military policeman officer Lieutenant Pitman escorted Lieutenant Dunne (Infantry) across a killing zone. Lieutenant Mitchell (crossbow team) fired a bolt which penetrated a chest. The crossbow teams were now confident in their leadership. Lieutenant Dunne exclaimed “What the fuck!” as he toppled over. He imagined a death scene where he begged an officer to cut off his cock and shove it into his mouth. No such luck. The bolt in his chest generated intense pain. “Spare me!” The military police officer positioned his hands around the neck, applied pressure before he strangled him. He didn’t need to warn his colleagues; he knew that the other rank execution team was tasked to attack the crossbow unit.

Military games are unpredictable especially when they are terminal. Major Grange’s prediction of numbers was totally inadequate for today’s combat. The Field Operations Officer was happy to increase the numbers. It was a long time since he had a purge.

Major Piston, the second captive officer, cried out loud.

“Let me keep my cock and balls.”

The two military police officers laughed back.

Major Piston was a long standing member of the Military Cattle Cut Club. During his service he had cut off many cocks and balls. Now it was his turn.

“We are here to guarantee that your opponent does the job properly. He may choose to let you keep your cut cock in the mouth for choking.”

The bodyguards had no intention of patrolling passively awaiting an attacker to arrive. On both sides they set up an ambush—two against one—even three against one. Who said combat was fair? The result was uniformly routine. The knives cut off the mostly erect cocks. The balls were a time-consuming issue. Some attackers preferred to crush them. This prolonged the activity especially when the targets reciprocated. Two bodyguards and two attackers crushed each other’s balls with both hands. They then scrambled to pick up their knives. The cocks helped by fully erecting. What a sight! The knives cut into the top of the cock shafts—almost standard textbook—twice. The four officers immediately shoved the cocks into somebody else’s mouth.

Captain Monos, a lone attacker, thought he had bypassed the bodyguard. He saw Major Piston, the captive officer, surrounded by the two military policemen officers. He boldly walked up to the captive officer.

“Your cock looks as if it is ready.”

The attacker held up the erect cock and pulled. The cock spurted for the last time over the captive officer’s hairy chest. Captain Monos, the attacker, smiled as his knife cut off the cock. He had stolen the cock but not the balls. The military policemen gestured the bodyguard to attack. The two officers grappled with each other and both dropped their knives on the ground. Their hands quickly found each other’s balls. Pity that they were both bull balls. The military policemen egged them on.

“Crush each other’s balls. Go on. You have plenty of time. Take it slowly. Shout your pain.”

The two officers caught their breath. The pain was addictive but they both screamed together.

“That’s it. Crush the bull balls.”

The four balls popped. The military policemen bent down, picked up the knives and ordered them to cut off the cocks. The sharpness of the knife blades contributed to the definitive cock killing. They switched the cocks into different mouths. This time they helped the three officers choke. It was a battle as the cocks kept spewing out and had to be reinserted.

All in all the game was lost with this captive. Elsewhere the officers enjoyed fighting to get to Lieutenant Wardell, the other captive officer. For so long they envied the privates joining in Military Cattle Club events. The challenge today was a relief even when dangerous. The attackers adopted new tactics. They captured all three bodyguards, stripped them of all their knives and lined them up side by side with arms behind their shoulders. Three officers pulled the exposed cocks into full erections. The first cock to spurt would be the first to be cut. The game was childish but fun. In fact the three cocks spurted simultaneously. Three knives cut off the cocks in unison. Another three officers insisted on cutting off the balls. Easily done with these state-of-the-art knives. We must compliment the quartermaster and ask him to forward our thanks. The thanks may be too soon as the game is not over.

The military policemen were surprised when seven officers arrived to see the captive officer spreadeagled between two trees. To win the game one of them had to cut off both the cock and the balls. Lieutenant Wardell, the captive groaned.

“Let me keep my cock and balls.”

An officer stepped forward and beckoned three officers to grasp each other’s cocks. “Let’s pull together. First to spurt cuts off the captive’s cock and balls.”

The captive watched the four cocks which looked impressive. He predicted the second officer would win. The second officer had a ruthlessness in the way in which he pulled his cock. The cock spurted profusely. Pause. Knife retrieved from boot. He grasped both the cock and balls in one hand, adjusted the knife and cut both off with one movement. The military policemen blew the whistle and clapped as he had won the Steal the cocks and ball game.

The next part of the after game was in many respects the most dangerous. Officers could choose to continue hunting To the Last Man and cut off cocks and balls. No holds barred. A second group could reassemble on the killing round below. This gave the crossbow teams their prime targets in a classic ambush. The lieutenant and his ten team members mowed down most of the group. It never occurred to them that they would be executed after playing the game. Two bolts penetrated belly buttons but the rest bare chests. Major Grange was stunned to feel the bolt; the instant pain was incredible before he fell backwards onto the ground. A survivor cut off the Major’s cock and balls before he in turn had his comeuppance.

The military police officers moved to join their other execution team in mopping up the crossbow teams. Easier said than done. The crossbow teams now had the bolt ammunition to target the attackers as they crossed the water. The attackers chose to spread out on different marine craft. The crossbow teams found them easier to target. The bolts penetrated the chests of five budding military policemen. Five arrived along with the five officers. No. The crossbow team caught sight of two officers. In their wildest dreams they never imagined a bolt penetrating their chests.

Captain Ryan focussed on terminating the crossbow team officer first. Lieutenant Mitchell was brave but his big cock gave him away. Lieutenant Doyle joined his Captain in overpowering the crossbow team officer. They both thought it a shame that they had to cut off the big cock and balls. They rammed the severed cock into the Lieutenant’s mouth and let him chew on it.

The Field Operation Officer guaranteed that the cocks and balls of the crossbow teams were worth cutting off. True but the crossbow teams succeeded in eliminating two out of five attackers. Two crossbow team members set up two weapons at close range; one fired at Lieutenant Doyle; the other fired at an attacker. These were desperate moves which didn’t stop the inevitable. Captain Ryan was so enraged by the killing of Lieutenant Doyle that he cut off the cocks and balls of two crossbow team members. The other officer thought he was safe but a crossbow team member cut off his cock and balls. Three crossbow team members ganged up on Captain Ryan. One pinned him from behind, a second pulled his cock. He anticipated the knife when his cock spurted for the last time. The remaining two military police were executed in fine style. The victorious crossbow team members forced them to fight each other to the death. They both took great delight in cutting off their cocks and balls.

The officers who chose to continue hunting had a great time. They broke up into loosely opposing groups but concentrated in a dedicated killing zone. They liked capturing targets but enjoyed executing a number together. They took their time and enjoyed cutting off cocks and balls and executing. It’s surprising how many liked two against one, three against one and other combinations. Furthermore they took part side by side. There were no verbal outbursts. The fighters expected to cut off or have their own cocks and balls cut off. At the beginning they were able to have five against one; the target swallowed cocks as he progressed in a gauntlet; at the conclusion the five shoved his severed cock into his mouth for choking.Three against one was a popular option. One pinned the target from behind, the second pulled the cock and the third cut the cock and balls off.

Captain Trenton, the officer with the spare knives in his back pack stayed with the hunters. He supplied extra knives when the officers captured the three bodyguards. Otherwise his best moment was supplying extra knives to four officers. They had no expectations of surviving and enjoyed the collective fight with knives in both hands. It was practical because their cocks were already fully erect. The two knives cut the cocks from both sides. Cutting off the balls was a treat. Onlookers stroked their cocks as they watched. Only a few officers dropped their knives and needed replacements. He was relieved when invited to join in a three versus one. At last he cut off a set of cock and balls. It was the last as he became the one of a three versus one. He was mesmerised as he watched the cock spurt and then the knife cutting off his own set of cock and balls.

Lieutenant Debden had previously taken part in the capture and execution of three bodyguards. He linked up with Captain Hammersmith, a ball crushing expert, who worked over a naive Lieutenant. The balls were just pulped. The expert quietly cut away the pulped balls to make way for a presentable nine inch cock. He cut it off superbly and shoved it into the Lieutenant’s mouth for choking.

There was an unexpected interruption. An officer who had chosen to assemble returned with shattering news. The crossbow team had fired bolts into the chests of most of the assembled officers. They were effectively executed. He believed that the military policemen were fighting the crossbow teams.

Captain Ferris recommended that the officer sat down and calm himself. Otherwise somebody would attack his cock and bull balls before he had time to collect his thoughts. Captain Ferris would be happy to do it. Today’s game was a plus for the Captain who is comfortable in the company of officers cutting off cocks and balls. He liked the way the captive officers waited for the attackers to cut off their cocks and balls. There was no escape. His only disappointment so far was that the military police officers kept their cocks and balls well away from his knife.

A section of the killing zone became a cruising area to show off cocks and balls. It was harmless at first and encouraged cocksuckers. It gradually changed. An officer collected like-minded officers to capture a target. Most cocks in the presence of danger sprung to attention. The officers heckled the target about the size of his balls. “Not worth cutting off.” The target was momentarily relieved but, of course, the dialogue was nonsense. They had every intention to cut off his cock and balls. That’s what they were here for! Nevertheless they experienced a surprise. A rival group pinned them down from behind. Paws mauled their cocks which spurted. The target thought he was spared. No way. The knives cut off their cocks and balls in unison. The attackers shoved the cut cocks into their mouths for choking.

The day progressed. They would have to start returning to base before night time. Would they miss out? The numbers were well down. Lieutenant Murphy started a circle jerk with four officers. Last to spurt, first to cut. In this game they jerked the cock beside them. There was no way of cheating. Cocks spurting: one, two, three, four and the lucky fifth— Lieutenant Murphy. An officer grasped the cock and balls, carefully positioned the knife. The erect cock was the best starting point. He cut the base of the cock shaft in the first movement; the balls in the second. Then he shoved the cock into the lieutenant’s mouth for choking.

What to do? Lieutenant Cable had a panic attack.

“Spare my cock and balls!”

The spent cock still looked worthy to cut. Wait. They had another idea. They forced Lieutenant Cable to join in brutal ball crushing. This was their first and last time. The pain was simply incredible. They did have the strength to pick up their knives. They hesitated, took a breath before they plunged the knives into the cocks.

Captain Ferris missed playing the other circle game. Players firmly gripped the cocks and balls of the player on their left side, held up the knives in their right hand. An umpire blew a whistle. The players were excited when their knives hacked into the cocks in a variety of positions. Cock heads—nice, erect cocks—better. No finesse here. The balls had to wait for further knife attention. The game worked because it satisfied a real male need to flaunt their cocks and balls in the face of danger. In early days players squirmed positions so that their attacker missed the knife thrusts; he himself survived the game; since then attitudes have hardened, the rules have changed; players now persist in cutting off all cocks and balls. Those who miss out in the first round continue until the knives cut into every cock; it becomes harder to squirm position; it becomes easier to score. Shirkers are no longer welcome in these terminal games.

Sergeant Popov told him he led a hot circle game with ten players. All ten players started by pulling off their cocks. They announced when their cocks spurted. One, two, three…the tenth player kept them in suspense. The sergeant had to step up and pull the tenth cock. Then the players tried to force him into the game. It was touch and go. He was tempted; his cock was nicely erected. He blew the starting whistle when the tenth player’s cock spurted. The players were excited as they swiped their knives down on the cocks.The modest results were irrelevant as the ten players fought in a frenzy. The sergeant remembered exactly how the players cut off all the cocks and balls. His cock spurted as he watched them closely. An interesting observation: he doesn’t mention bull size balls. He was a club member. The club was prepared to state that he served overseas where the enemy captured him and cut off his cock and balls. KIA.

An officer called “Last call before we leave. This is your final chance.”

Three officers stepped forward. Their cocks were primed for action. They raised the knives in their right hands. For the opening they parried, stroked their cocks with their left hands. Spectators shouted “Get on with it!” The cocks spurted. They closed in on one another. They held up the impressive cocks on their left side. The cocks were now within knife range. They smiled at one another as their knives cut off the cocks. They switched cocks in their mouths as a gesture of friendship. They held the cocks in their mouths as they cut off the balls. An officer rushed forward to collect them. The situation was too tempting. The three officers raised him above their shoulders, manhandled the cock which spurted then cut off the cock and balls. The took time to carefully shove both and cock and the balls into his mouth. He gagged but they started again. They all gagged, tried to catch breath but slowly slumped to the ground and choked on their cut cocks.

An officer stepped forward. “Now is the time to finish the wounded. Strangle, break the necks. Out of respect to the fallen I recommend we pull our cocks off before we leave. Good idea?”

The officers moved in and out of the bodies. There were some wounded to finish off. The morgue unit will be busy with all the bodies. Eventually they lined up in formation, held the cock of the officer beside them, and felt the balls.

“Ready? On the count of three—one, two, three!”

They experienced the joy of their erect cocks spurting and spared a thought for the dead cocks of their colleagues. The truth is every one of them excelled in cutting off cocks and balls with great passion.

It was just as well that Captain Hunter (Military Police) missed out on fighting in the game Steal the Cocks and Balls. He had to evacuate the survivors, arrange for the morgue squad to collect and remove the bodies. Specialist teams would collect the knives. Worse. He lost both execution teams to a crossbow team consisting of a newly commissioned Lieutenant and ten privates. This reflected poorly on the military police. He expected the Field Operations Officer to chastise him but, in fact, it was an opportunity for fresh blood. The military had to be prepared for the enemy’s plans to change at short notice. The recruiting unit went out of its way to choose officers and soldiers with cocks and balls worth cutting off.

“Tell me Captain Hunter. Is your cock and balls worth cutting off? Of course they are and the enemy knows.”

Captain Ferris liaised with the Field Operations Officer about the knife manufacturer. Here is speculative feedback.

“ I watched the knife cut off my splendid cock. The blade severed the top of the cock shaft with ease. My one complaint is about the bull-sized balls. The knife hacked them brutally. Surely the blade can be improved for the benefit of all soldiers with bull-sized balls?”

They both laughed.

“I will send them this message. Breaking news: The friendly force fighters in an international event will be using your knives. There will be no publicity as the event is Top Secret. The organisers stipulated that a knife once unsheathed must cut off a cock and balls. Keep this information to yourselves. Your contact will be Captain Ferris who may be promoted to Major Ferris by the time the lockdown is over. Further down the track send a representative willing to fine tune the soldiers as they prepare for an exercise. He must take part and bring a box of fifty knives. That way you will get first hand feedback but, of course, the fighters may reward him by cutting off his cock and balls.”