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Tall Hanging Tale A
fantasy for bara men
Reconnaissance Carl was the
supervisor of lumberjack camp 501 complete with twenty lumberjacks. They
looked like a clone’s dream—Levi jeans, plaid shirts with long
sleeves, steel capped boots, moustaches and beards. By comparison Carl’s
wishful thinking for the forthcoming hanging panorama had them undressed with
bare chests best if hairy, chaps fully open at the front to expose cocks and
balls best when bull sized, castration knives tucked into the side of their
boots. He would reserve the whistle blowers for those with hairy chests. A
survivor of a previous hanging panorama once told him that a barber shaved
necks bare to permit the nooses to cut into the flesh. He would consider it. The Mathew Signal
Corporation now owned the lumber company and its real estate territory. Trent
Grant, its new leader, founded a mercenary wing hoping to get extra funding
from official sources. The undeclared war where they might have been employed
fizzled out. Trent decided to challenge them to play a terminal game with
selected lumberjacks. The game could be incorporated into a training obstacle
course including pre-assembled hanging gallows and other fixtures. When the
mercenaries signed their employment contracts they agreed to undertake
dangerous missions. Indeed they expected to kill hostile forces rather than
lumberjacks. They would learn that lumberjacks could kill as easily as any
enemy. The mercenary wing
had resources to make the project happen. A driver escorted Carl and his
off-sider, Ralph, to meet up with him at the proposed site. Many years ago
lumberjacks hosted necktie parties. Carl was under no illusions about any
hanging games. In fact the thought of them aroused his cock. He was surprised
when the driver arrived at a checkpoint. Two naked guards sporting big cocks
and balls ordered the three of them to strip down to boots only. A promising
start to the reconnaissance. Trent, his driver,
two mercenaries and an outsider wore sombrero hats to take attention away
from their impressive cocks and balls. Bowen, the outsider, was an apprentice
of DeWitt, a legendary constructor for necktie parties. Bowen had the strong
shoulder and arms necessary to easily haul targets up to the scaffold. Trent
was comfortable with dealing with Bowen as they had hairy chests and bull
sized balls in common. Trent had tasked Bowen to assess the state of any
existing fixtures and recommend any new construction. The two mercenaries
were seasoned killers, physically tough and, presumably, minor leaders. They
might have held rank in past military service. The training
obstacles were fairly standard except that they funnelled
mercenaries into ambush situations complete with onsite gallows. Trent
announced that castration knives would be issued to everybody to tuck into
their boots. The emphasis is definitely on hanging but after the cocks have
spurted for the last time, well, men enjoy cutting off the spent cocks and
balls. Bowen suggested
there be three hanging contact points; the first and second would hold four
hangings each; the last a free-for-all combining hangings with ball crushing
and varieties of choking. Trent immediately thought of cut cocks shoved into
mouths to promote choking. The design of the fixed gallows meant that noosed
targets had to be secured with pegs and ropes. Most hangers enjoyed hauling
the targets off the ground rather than positioning pegs in place. Basic
timber stools could provide the step-up for the first and second hanging
contact points. The third required timber planking. The two mercenaries
were particularly interested when Bowen mentioned an incident in a previous
necktie party. Two opposing fighters used the hammers to smash balls. Splat!
Other fighters were content to crush balls with their bare hands. They grilled Trent to outline exactly what
he had in mind for the first and second hanging contact points. Essentially
the same scenario: four nooses, four lumberjacks versus four mercenaries.
Spectators, yes, but no interference. Survivors were welcome to continue
fighting to the Last Man. However, the guards could finish off the wounded. The third and main
hanging contact point was shabby but serviceable. Bowen recommended a
combination of fixed and loose nooses, new ropes, pegs, more hammers. Trent
interrupted: additional castration knives. He quietly instructed Bowen to
arrange for the removal and disposal of any bodies. He was prepared to pay in
advance for the refurbishment of the hanging sites plus the necessary body
removal. The timber planks were unstable but that would add an unexpected
obstacle. One of the timber gallows would have to be replaced. Bowen could
arrange for the work to be done by his staff if Trent agreed. The estimated
delivery and construction time was two weeks provided the parts were readily
available. The castration knives would be the hardest to supply. How many? A
box of fifty. To keep the costs down some lumberjacks could supply and
install the replacement timber gallows. Trent liked the
idea of selected lumberjacks constructing the gallows on which some of them
would shortly hang. His guards could supervise the work in progress. The
guards were necessary to monitor the perimeter and the access roads. He
decided that curious outsiders were welcome to join in the event. They were
required to register at the checkpoint, strip and follow directions. The
summer daily temperatures were mild so fighting naked presents no problems
other than insects. Carl’s off-sider,
Ralph, was an amateur architect full of expensive ideas. The existing gallows
faced one another as if they were four walls in a room. He speculated that
timber planks could occupy the space in between in a “X” formation. Fighters
could then drag targets toward the nooses in four directions. Well, that
might be a starting point but fighters may wish to strangle, crush balls, cut
off cocks and who knows what else? Carl imagined that
the lumberjacks could win such a fight. Trent and the two mercenaries knew
that the event would be a hanging panorama. They welcomed the uncompromising
lust for hanging and associated activities. The two mercenaries had already
summed up the lumberjacks. Yes, they were tall but their necks were destined
for nooses. The sight of Carl’s and his off-sider’s big cocks spurting as
they hung would be a feast. Carl brought up the
issue of the barber and shaved necks. Trent already had barbers on hand to
cut the mercenaries’ hair short in a pseudo-military style. He
guessed that the barbers could shave the necks to permit the nooses to cut
into the flesh. Trent decided to have his neck shaved. The lumberjacks would
keep their moustaches and beards for identification purposes. Of course,
their steel capped boots were unmistakeable. There was a
spontaneous episode. Ralph announced that he was going to piss. Trent removed
his driver’s
sombrero hat. The two mercenaries grabbled with then lowered the driver onto
the ground chest upward. Carl and Ralph followed suit with their driver.
Bowen joined in as Ralph started to piss over the bare chests. As it happened
both bare chests were hairy. Carl felt some of the piss on his back as he
rubbed the piss into both hairy chests. Trent aimed at a driver’s mouth. “Open mouth” he
ordered. The driver gagged
at first then swallowed the stream of piss. The second driver looked up at
the pissing cocks with excitement. His right hand strayed to his cock and
balls which were now wet. For a few moments the cock erected upward above the
balls. Bowen bent down and grasped the cock. Too easy! The cock did its duty
spurting. Trent had to stop
the first mercenary who had started to crush the balls of the first driver. “Help! Spare
my balls!” Trent addressed the
mercenary. “All in good
time, my friend. There will be lots of balls to crush in the forthcoming
hanging panorama.” Trent saw that the driver’s big balls were worth crushing. Trent beckoned
Bowen to join him for a private aside underneath four nooses already fixed to
the gallows above. “First of all
I must be courteous and invite you to join in the hanging panorama.” “Sure
providing you join in.” Bowen laughs. “That’s why I demand payment in
advance.” “Second of all
you can see that the mercenaries want necks to hang plus balls to crush. Can
you consider enlisting like-minded men? It would be a bonus if they have
bull-size balls for the mercenaries to play with.” “How many men?
A group of ten men could feasibly attack men from both sides. What’s in it
for them?” “The sheer
satisfaction of hanging men, crushing balls, slicing off cocks and inserting
them into mouths for choking. They must be prepared to fight To the Last Man
if necessary. A practical matter: the third hanging contact point will need
extra nooses both fixed and loose. Will the gallows hold extra weight?” “I estimate
another two nooses per gallows. That’s a total of six nooses per gallows or
twenty four nooses per four gallows. I prefer to leave only four nooses at
each of the first and second hanging contact points. If and when all nooses
are occupied that’s a total of thirty two nooses—a respectable number for a
hanging panorama. It may not be possible to issue every fighter with a
castration knife from my sources. Do you have a store manager who might have
underground contacts? A hanging panorama works best when fighters have their
own knives. Whilst eight men are hanging the remainder can use hammers, the
castration knives and bare arms for choking. A
customer returned two boxes of hammers. The question is “How many fighters
have bull sized balls for the hammers to smash?” Trent continued. “So ten men?
How will the fighters distinguish them?” “They will
wear leather amulets on both arms. Their necks will be shaved so that the
nooses can cut into the flesh. They will wear ex-military black boots like
the mercenaries. I might add that the leather amulets are an additional,
optional, expense. Trent, you might prefer them to mingle and surprise both
sides.” “I have a
better idea. Let’s camouflage their faces. That’s more visually noticeable. I’m
sure our store master can supply appropriate camouflage. Be warned: he enjoys
camouflaging cocks and balls.” “I’m sure
camouflaged cocks and balls will look good on a noosed fighter hanging from
the gallows.” “That’s the
spirit. We take the gallows too seriously. Advise additional fighter numbers.
Increase nooses etc accordingly.” Ralph’s suggestion
of raised timber platforms sank without a trace. The inside area in front of
the four gallows would be dedicated to fighters noosing, crushing balls,
strangling and cutting off cocks and balls. Bowen remembered
DeWitt’s
experience of lumberjacks; nooses prompted their cocks to spurt profusely.
The cocks when cut off acted as excellent gags as hammers smashed their
balls. In the absence of hammers the lumberjacks choked when their cut cocks
were shoved down their throats. Ralph’s cock was a beauty especially when it
spurted for the last time but, spoiler alert, he was hanging. A smiling
mercenary cut off the spent cock and bull-sized balls and placed them on a
souvenir tray. Progress The lumberjacks
reconstructed the faulty gallows, secured the timber planks and added fixed
nooses. Carl criticised two lumberjacks who swore
they would cut off his balls. The mercenaries might beat them to it and cut
off their cocks and balls at the same time. Bowen borrowed a
piss trough big enough for a fighter to sprawl out in the piss. The owners were pleased that it was put to
good use. It’s
always an effort cleaning up and returning it. He ordered a tank of water
more to rinse off blood rather than drinking. Long before there
were movies titled The Dirty Dozen Bowen enlisted twelve fighters who
disregarded longevity. Six of them were veterans of DeWitt’s hanging
events; the remaining six were having a bite at the cherry. Bowen was the
thirteenth fighter. Trent will be impressed with their attractive necks for
noosing, the hairy chests and the bonus of big cocks and balls. Securing new
castration knives was a supply problem. Bowen wondered whether some fighters
could bring their own. For instance, the mercenaries would surely have blades
capable of cutting off cocks and balls. Nevertheless he would keep trying. He
knew that Trent was an aficionado. There were unsubstantiated rumours that he was a veteran of cocks and balls cutting
festivals. The store master knew that his balls were on the line if he didn’t find
enough knives. The naked guards at
the checkpoint entrance were surprised when four strangers drove up to
enquire how they could join in. They had impressive bulges behind their jeans
so their request could be taken seriously. The guards ordered them to strip
naked down to boots, tuck in any knives, but left their sombrero hats on. One
guard then drove them to meet Bowen on site. Bowen could tell by the way they
looked at the nooses and the gallows that they were genuine. The questions
they asked were spot on for a hanging panorama. He explained that they would
have to join his dirty dozen group. They would be naked wearing their own
pseudo-military boots. It was intended that they tuck in a castration knife
on the side of their boots; however, there was an unresolved supply problem.
Did they have their own castration knives? “Yes ask Grant
here. He attended a cocks and balls cutting festival a few months ago. His
thick cock gets a hard on every time he tells the story. The rest of us have
the knives for safety reasons.” Bowen continues. “I’m assuming
that the forthcoming hanging panorama is exactly where you want to fight.
Yes?” “Yes, but tell
us about whom we will be fighting.” “Trent, the organiser, employs mercenaries who are physically fit and
psyched up to kill. Their opponents are lumberjacks who engage in
end-of-season hanging events. They are usually tall and have no trouble
raising noosed targets above the ground. The dirty dozen group are outsiders
who are free to challenge fighters from both groups. Have no illusions. We
are here to enjoy hanging one another. We expect cocks to spurt as part of
the noosing. Some fighters will then cut off the cocks and balls. The
fighting extends beyond hanging to strangling. You can’t beat old fashioned
hands applied firmly around the neck. The loose nooses work when they are
tightened. I personally prefer cutting wire but we have to use what is
available. For an unknown reason supply of cutting wire is difficult at the moment.The hammers provided to secure pegs and ropes for
the noosing can smash balls. Some fighters prefer to crush balls with their
bare hands. It’s best if this can be done in conjunction with cutting off the
cocks and inserting them into mouths for gags in the first instance followed
by controlled choking. I can see your four cocks have risen to the
conversation. So, yes, you will be joining in.” Grant asked. “I guess
there will be other requirements.” Bowen replied. “Spot on. Trent,
the organiser, contracts barbers to shave a circle
around the neck. This signifies that the necks are ready for the nooses to
cut into the flesh. And, wait for it, you are serious about hanging even when
your life is in danger and your cocks and balls are primed for castration
knives.” “Can we hang
Trent?” “I suspect a
few guards might protect him from random assaults but you can try. Don’t
underestimate his killing skills. I forgot to mention he wants us to report
to the store master. We will be distinguished from the mercenaries and the
lumberjacks by facial camouflage. Trent warned me that the store master likes
camouflaging cocks and balls. Think about it. I like the idea. Meanwhile, you
will be living in the mercenary camp and not returning home. The guards will
store your vehicle safely. Welcome. You have a few days to help us finalise the gallows and settle in surrounded by fighters
who enjoy hanging.” The guards acted as
traffic cops when truck loads filled with supplies arrived and departed.
Trent approved of the early fighters staying in the mercenary base. The
mercenaries could sum them up as opponents. Bowen was right in his dirty
dozen selection—prime necks for noosing, big cocks and balls. The four
strays had magnificent bare chests above presentable cocks and balls. Trent had regular meetings with Bowen to
discuss any issues arising from the daily work. In addition they had to plan
how the hangings would proceed. The first and
second hanging contact points had four nooses each. Four lumberjacks would
already be in place to welcome the first four mercenaries to arrive. Passing
mercenaries were free to stay, watch and heckle but under no circumstances
could they join in. However, two guards were tasked to finish of any wounded.
Essentially three fighters ganged up to noose one versus three fighters
ganged up to noose one, two fighters ganged up to noose one versus two
fighters ganged up to noose one. That results in four noosing. The surviving
two versus two fight To the Last Man with hammers, knives and bare hands. The main body
congregates inside the four gallows. Speech? Maybe. Trent will blow an
opening whistle. The fighters just get on with it. There is no concern for
winners or losers. They fight until all nooses fixed and loose are occupied
and they are exhausted from strangling, smashing balls with hammers and
crushing balls with bare hands. Trent, Bowen and
Carl have to delegate fighters to take over if they are hung. That couldn’t
possibly happen, could it? The store
master The store master
and three assistants chose to wear boots but be otherwise naked like the
seventeen, outsider, fighters. The store master introduced himself to Bowen. “Trent may not
have told you that I secured a box of fifty knives plus ten spares. The manufacturers
have to be discreet about the uses of their product. A sales representative
talked to me off the record. Their knives were used a few months ago in a
cutting cocks and balls festival. The winning team proved these knives were
the leader in this niche market. They scored the best results when the cocks
were erect and the balls were bull size. The sales representative passed on
his goodwill for the hanging panorama. Good luck to the fighters using the
knives. He hopes to be invited to future dedicated cocks and balls cutting
events.” Bowen replied. “Grant here
attended the cutting cocks and balls festival. Grant share your story. Tell
us the nitty gritty.” “I reported to
the assembly wearing black sporting shorts, boots and bare chest. Absolutely
no underwear. There must have been more than thirty men. I found it
stimulating to be surrounded by aggressive men many of whom had hairy chests. “What a nice
lineup of hairy chests” remarked the convenor “but
you are here to play sport. Welcome to the cutting cocks and balls festival.
Has anybody changed their mind? If so leave now.” Two men stood up to
leave. Four naked security guards tackled them. Whilst two guards pinned them
from behind two guards pulled down their black sporting shorts. The convenor remarked. “ Watch this closely as
we will give you a training session.” Two guards unsheathed their castration
knives. “First of all the cutting works best when the cock is erect.” The two
guards manhandled the cocks. “See. The
cocks are now ready. The top of
the cock shaft is the best position to aim for.” He winked at the guards. All
of us assembled men felt our cocks bulging behind our black sporting shorts.
We were electrified as we watched the guards cutting into the cock shafts.
The guards held up the severed cocks. “We like to give a bonus by inserting
the cocks into mouths. It can be done at this point or after cutting off the
balls.” The two guards switched positions. The new guards held up the balls. “You can see why we like bull sized balls.”
A man interjected. “Cut them
off!” The convenor ordered him to come forward,
pulled down his shorts, handed him a knife and said “Show us!” The man
secured a set of balls with one hand and thrust the knife upward. The balls
came apart. “How can we thank you?” Another interjection. “Cut off his cock!”
By now the cock was fully erect awaiting its fate. “A manly
decision.” The guard handed
the bloodied knife to the man whose balls had just been cut off. It was a
form of poetic justice as the knife cut off the cock.
Another guard used his knife to cut off the balls. The convenor smiled, dropped his black sporting shorts to
reveal a huge cock and bull size balls. “Gentlemen.
The training session is finished. It’s time for you to play sport. Drop your shorts. You won’t need them when
you are playing. Just leave them on the floor. Report to one of the team
leaders. Line up for inspection.” The leaders checked every cock and ball. I
suspect it was to ensure that our cocks and balls were worth cutting. Both
team leaders looked clones with their hairy chests and bull size balls. The
few of us who had hairless chests ended up in the same team. The convenor was talkative. “Gentlemen. Lucky you.
We play sport with these knives. A round of applause for the knife
manufacturers. They guarantee the sharp blades satisfy every sporting
requirement. Tuck into your boots.” At this point we appreciated that we were
sports players in a genuine cutting cocks and balls festival. We really were
going to cut cocks and balls. To our surprise we
moved outside to a sporting field, split into two teams at opposite ends. The
sport rules were simple. We advanced to contact individually or in groups. We
confront and maybe capture an opponent and cut off his cock and balls. The
guards patrolled to discipline any shirkers. I found the sports
game incredibly exciting especially when I was threatened. Everybody’s cocks
erected in the face of danger. The most memorable highlight for me was taking
part in a mass capture and execution of six opponents. We lined them up,
ordered them to pull the cocks. With one movement our knives cut into the
cock shafts; with an upward thrust the knives cut off the balls. The convenor declared my team a winner after we had
successfully cut most of the opponents’ cocks and balls. I was genuinely
surprised when the my team leader challenged the opposing team leader. I
would be happy to cut off either of their big cocks and balls. My team leader
smiled as he cut off the erect cock and balls. What a great cutting cocks and
balls festival. A number of us eyed off the convenor’s
cock and balls. Maybe next time somebody will get lucky. I subsequently
learnt that the convenor and some guards cut off
the cocks and balls of the few remaining team loser players.” Bowen continued. “Thanks
Grant. Very few men have the luxury of a training session in cutting off
cocks and balls. Enjoy the hanging panorama.” “Trent has
decreed that we camouflage your faces to distinguish you from the other
fighters. I will be applying camouflage cream to my cock and balls. I
recommend that you follow my example. It’s fun and distinguishes you from the
other fighters. That means the fighters will not mistake you for friendly
fire; they will not be sucking your cocks; on the contrary they will be
aiming their castration knives in the direction of your colourful
cocks and balls. Show hands up to agree.” The fighters
raised their hands some reluctantly. “Good. Let’s
get on with it. My assistants are very professional. Have no worries. Your
cocks and balls are in good hands.” Bowen interjected. “We were
hoping to apply the camouflage to the cocks and balls in turn to you and the
three assistants.” The store master
replied. “We
shall see how much camouflage paint is spare after we have applied it to your
fighters.” The facial painting
took longer than expected. Grant and his three colleagues were apprehensive
when the camouflage cream was applied to their balls. The cocks jutted out. “Bowen. Look
at their balls. The four cocks are primed. Watch how the brushes start at the
top of the cocks and gradually work their way down. The cocks respond to the
cream. Look at them now—rigid, ready to spurt. My assistants are skilled at
edging the cocks. They refresh the brushes. Which cock will spurt first? The
cock owner can choose the cock and balls he wants to camouflage. All four
cocks are ready to spurt. The brushes apply an extra layer. The third fighter
calls out. “My
cock is spurting.” Grant’s cock is next followed by the second and fourth cocks.
The third fighter eyes off the assistants. He settles on the assistant with
the biggest balls. He grabs a brush, dips it into the grease, holds the balls
with one hand and applies. The brush doesn’t hold enough grease for his needs
so he drops it, plunges both hands and greases the cock this time plus the
other side of the balls. Extra grease on the cock and balls. There’s no way
he can control it. The erect cock spurts through the grease. He grabs his own
cock and returns to pulling it. The cock spurts for a second time. The store master
changed tactics. He ordered the dirty dozen to line up in a straight line
with their arms raised above the shoulders left and right. Their cocks and
balls were in an exposed assembly line for him and his three assistants to
camouflage. This time the fighters engaged in verbal outbursts. “Help. He’s
got the balls of the colleague beside me.. The brush is colouring
his cock. The cock is hard on. My colleague groans as the cock spurts. He
stops in front of me. There’s an additional supply of grease. He dips his
hands in then greases my balls. My hands are locked above the nearby
shoulders. All I can do is scream Spare My Balls.” Fighters shout “Spare My
Balls” for better reason during the hanging panorama. The difference is that
opponents are threatening balls with a hammer for smashing, bare hands for
crushing balls and cutting off cocks with knives. The obstacle course Trent designed the
obstacle course to physically challenge the mercenaries before they
encountered the lumberjacks. The mercenaries expected it to be a breeze. No
way. Very soon their bodies were sweaty as they climbed up and over an
endless series of high timber walls. Trent had given
special permission for the store master to fight today with his cock and
balls camouflaged. He managed to get a box of fifty knives plus ten extras at
the last minute. When the combat situation permits the fighters could now cut
off cocks and balls. After all the fight may be his last. The store master
took on the role of a task master supervising the progress of the mercenaries
and ensuring they didn’t cheat. Two tried to bypass an obstacle. The
store master reported them to the nearest guards who captured them. Shirkers
are compelled to fight To the Last Man contacts. Trent had decided
to post guards outside the first and second hanging contact areas. Their task
was to select four fighters. They were happy to include shirkers being
disciplined. The first
hanging contact point Carl selected four
lumberjacks; the mercenary guards ordered two to join the shirkers. An
additional two knives were beside two hammers. The four nooses were side by
side in one gallows. One of the guards blew a whistle to start. As predicted
three lumberjacks tackled a mercenary who screamed. Nobody listened. Once the
noose surrounded the neck two lumberjacks secured the ropes. The third
lumberjack raised the mercenary above the ground. The mercenary swung his
legs in all directions as the cock responded to the noose pressure. The erect
cock looked terrific. The mercenary’s tongue popped out; his breathing
became laboured; the cock readied itself then
spurted. The lumberjacks smiled until it was their turn to hang. One of the
mercenary shirkers proved to be an outstanding hanger. He inspired two colleagues
to help him rope the lumberjack, drag him to the gallows, apply the noose,
secure the ropes and raise him off the ground. Once the cock spurted the
mercenary pulped the balls by hand. Two guards joined in six mercenary
spectators in applauding the deed. Next time around
wasn’t
so easy. Two fighters versus one. The one found it very difficult to
withstand the assault of the two. The ones tried by kicking balls with their
heavy boots. The twos reeled in pain. By coincidence the twos were conditioned
to ball torture. The kicks inspired them to tighten the nooses, raise the
ones above the ground, punch the balls. All four nooses were full. What to do? The
fighters picked up the knives and hammers. Two fighters tackled a third,
lowered and lay him on the ground. A knife cut off the vulnerable cock which
then gagged the target in the mouth. The target was unexpectedly surprised;
he was excited when he watched the fighter with a hammer smashing his balls.
The fourth fighter attempted to strangle his colleague. Wait. The colleague
collapses but the pressure continues. The strangulation is final. The fourth
fighter picks up the remaining hammer, closes in on his target. The hammers
smash the balls. They switch to knives to cut off the cocks, insert them into
their mouths. The choking takes more than a few minutes as they chuck up and
have to reinsert the cocks. The guards imagined
they would miss out on the fighting but they were soon to take their chances
at the main gallows. The second
hanging contact point The four nooses
were positioned on spokes of the wheel. Bowen liked the immediacy of the
targets’
hanging in relation to one another. He wished he could earn a copyright fee
as his idea was pinched and used in underground hangings. Who pinched the idea? Did a survivor spell the beans? No
matter. The important thing was that four men would hang. This time the two
guards were instructed to finish off any wounded fighters if necessary. Four noosed men
hung in synchronisation. It didn’t matter
whether they were lumberjacks or mercenaries. The cocks spurted for the last
time. A lumberjack and a mercenary each picked up a knife. They cut off the
cocks and balls of two noosed fighters. Their joy was short lived when a
severed cock was shoved into their mouth. The two fighters who had picked up
the hammers tripped them so that they fell to the ground. One target was
horrified; the other target was thrilled when the hammers smashed their
balls. The two fighters continued by aiming their hammers at each other’s balls.
The hammers missed because they were standing. They advanced to one another,
held out their left hands, agreed to let go of the hammers, moved their right
hands into position grappling the balls. They smiled at one another as they
slowly increased the pressure. The lumberjack said he would call numbers. On
the count of three they were to crush each other’s balls. “Adjust your
hands so that they grasp both balls.” The lumberjack’s hands are
really strong. “Ready?” The
mercenary nodded his head. “One. Two.Three!” Four balls popped.
Both fighters were excited in spite of the pain. “Oh man. What
a great feeling. How can I thank you?” The mercenary
raised his arms and positioned them around the lumberjack’s neck. The
lumberjack panicked “Yes!” then calmed down as he felt the pressure on his
neck. He reciprocated. “Does it feel
good?” They both smiled.
The mercenary had previous experience of mutual strangulation; he found it a
supreme turn on; he liked teasing his opponent then abruptly finishing him
off. The lumberjack developed a headache, lost his concentration but not the
strength in his arms strangling the mercenary. The end result could have been
either way. The immediate
result was the mercenary strangled the lumberjack. However, he himself was
wounded. Orders are orders. The two guards moved in to finish him off. Their
plan, if indeed they had one, didn’t work. The mercenary picked up a hammer
in both arms, aimed it at their balls and attacked. The cock of the first
guard took the brunt of the hammer blow. It was flattened. The balls were
torn apart. The hammer blow flattened the second guard’s balls completely. The mercenary found
a knife and cut off the cocks of the lumberjack and the two guards. He
switched the cocks and forced them down the guards’ throats. Choking them
was very tiring but it had to be done. He put the lumberjack’s cock into his
right hand but dozed off. When official guards inspected this site they found
ten bodies. The hanging
panorama Three groups
assembled in the dedicated noose area: Carl led the twenty lumberjacks, Trent
led the twenty mercenaries plus the guards, drivers and odds and sods, Bowen
led the sixteen outsiders. The naked display of bare chests, cocks and balls
was a wonder for aggressive men. Trent was in a talkative mood. “The
lumberjacks have a tradition where they annually fight with nooses. They
challenge you all today in a macho spirit. Step forward Bowen. He is the man
who constructed the noose site. He escorts sixteen outsiders recognised by their face camouflage. The third group is
the mercenaries who are trying out nooses as weapons for the first time. When
you use the piss trough—correction there is more than one—look closely at the
cocks and balls. Bowen tells me there is room for a fighter to wallow in the
piss. Remember you have hands for noosing, knives to cut off cocks and balls
and, especially for a selected few, hammers to smash balls. I require two
volunteers from each group to present themselves here for a noosing
demonstration in ten minutes time. Trent chose two shy mercenaries, Carl
chose two lumberjacks and Bowen chose a like-minded fighter and one of the
shoo-ins. The mercenaries were shy because they weren’t used to opponents
eyeing off their cocks and balls. Yet they were seasoned killers. Trent blew a
whistle. The groups quietened down. Trent signalled
the six fighters to move across to a gallows, step up onto the timber plank.
After his next whistle they were to jostle one another, select a fighter or
two, position and tighten the noose around the neck, secure the ropes with
hammer and tent pegs on the ground, carry out the noosing. Follow the cocks’ progress
until they spurt. Cut off the cocks and balls. There was a degree
of co-operation for the first two noosing. Two fighters discovered the
hammers to knock in the tent pegs. The nooses fitted around the necks
comfortably before the tightening. Progress was slower than expected—extra
minutes waiting time before the tongues popped out, the faces went red and
the cocks erected. One of Grant’s shoo-in friends unsheathed his knife in
readiness to cut off the cock and balls. He was
thrilled when he did it. He let his guard down. A lumberjack pulled down a
noose, tightened it and hauled him up way above the ground. Grant gasped as he
watched his friend flinging his legs in any direction. The cock stirred as
the breathing became heavier. The cock size was always impressive. Grant
remembered that his friend was a committed cock sucker. Those days were long
gone. The cock spurted over the lumberjack’s knife. He laughed. He grasped
the balls and brought the knife blade up to cut them off. The cock was still
a respectable size. The knife blade did an outstanding job. The lumberjack
hadn’t paid any attention to things such as knife blades but he was grateful
at the climax of his own noosing. Bowen’s like-minded fighter was more
concerned about noosing the lumberjack but he was still happy to cut off the cock and balls. The rough and
tumble suited the last two cocks which jutted out. Trent asked the
crowd: “What to do?” “Hang them.” Four
fighters stepped forward to carry out the noosing. That’s how the hanging
panorama continued—a cycle of aggressive men disregarding their life and limb
for manly pleasures. Trent felt obliged
to noose a lumberjack and prove to every fighter that he was genuine. The
lumberjack was no easy target but the noose won. Trent used his knife for the
first time today to cut off the cock and balls.
Carl was relieved that the lumberjack had his comeuppance. He was one of the
critics who verbally threatened to cut off Carl’s cock and balls. The lumberjacks
excelled at noosing. Time after time the mercenaries underestimated their
noosing skills. Bowen saw that the fighters were spread out using all four
gallows. Of course, that was the point of a hanging panorama. The store master
had a near miss with a lumberjack who found another target. He wondered how
the camouflage face fighters were faring. Two were hanging after their
noosing. Someone had cut off their camouflaged cocks and balls. The store
master’s
next confrontation with a lumberjack was terminal. The lumberjack noosed him
with ease and cut off his camouflaged cock and balls. Bowen watched the store
master’s hanging and felt obliged to reciprocate. The truth was Bowen was
born to noose yet he narrowly missed a noose. The lumberjack was fired up
after his score but even capable fighters lose their cocks and balls. Two of his
like-minded friends tackled a mercenary. They hoisted him up, secured and
tightened the noose, eyed off his bull size balls. They took great joy in the
noosing. The mercenary fumed that he had been captured, was effectively being
executed and would shortly lose his cock and balls. The mercenary remembered
the soldiers he had killed during his military service. He was vaguely
conscious when he felt his cock spurting, looked down for the last time and
saw the knife. Stragglers
congregated in the middle. Two mercenaries discovered the hammers. One pinned
down a camouflaged face outsider from behind, lowered him to the ground so
that his colleague could flatten the cock and smash the balls with a hammer.
The camouflaged face fighters were in serious danger. They may have avoided
nooses for the moment but they were not succeeding in killing any targets.
Bowen called them together for a pep talk. In theory they were ideal fighters
for this hanging panorama but they were not performing. Surely they could
fight the mercenaries who were competent fighters but not inspired.
Nevertheless the mercenaries had necks for noosing and cocks and balls for
cutting. Trent was
disappointed with his mercenaries who were lack lustre.
No leaders emerged in today’s fight. The lumberjacks were scoring. As for
the camouflaged faces, well, they could be pensioned off to a teddy bears
picnic. In spite of this assessment a surprising number of nooses were fully
occupied. Maybe he was too critical. There was a change.
The remaining fighters became more aggressive in dragging targets up to the
nooses. The noosing became more intense; fighters worried that they might
miss out on cutting off cocks and balls. The lumberjacks were seemingly the
most successful fighters this afternoon but Carl, their leader, was destined
for the noose. A camouflage face tricked him. Carl thought he was invincible.
He felt the noose tightening with dismay. All of a sudden he wanted to
scratch his itchy balls. His cock leapt out ready for spurting. The noose cut
right into the flesh of his neck. Pain. Rather than lose consciousness he was
able to see the knife in technicolor. The cock spurted but the knife cut off
his balls first. There were fewer
noose vacancies. Towards the closing of the hanging panorama a number of
fighters lamented the fact that they had not cut off any cocks or balls. A
mercenary, a knife enthusiast, offered them an opportunity but there was a
price to pay. In return for cutting off a fighter’s cock and balls
another fighter would cut off their cock and balls. They decided it was worth
it. The mercenary knife enthusiast beckoned them to form a circle regardless
of which group they belonged to. The only criteria was that they had big
cocks awaiting cutting. Two were nervous that their cocks weren’t big enough
but they had bull sized balls. The circle game was old hat but it served a
purpose. The mercenary knife enthusiast was impressed that all cocks were aroused. The nervous fighters
tentatively strayed their hands onto a spare cock. The others followed suit.
They stroked the cocks slowly as the spurting would be for the last time. The
mercenary knife enthusiast had one of the biggest cocks. Everybody looked in
wonder as his and their cocks spurted. They adjusted the circle so that they
were within arms’ reach of each other’s cock and balls. The fighters jostled
into position to be his right hand side man.. The fighters held the cock and
balls of their left neighbour with their left hand.
When the knife enthusiast counted “One.Two.Three.” the
fighters aimed their knives at the cocks and balls they were holding. A few
fighters had played this game before. Once upon a time fighters could change
positions at the critical moment and avoid the knife. Not this time! Score!
Fighters shouted with glee when their knives cut into the cocks and balls.
They followed this up with additional knife thrusts to cut the cocks and
balls right off. The mercenary knife enthusiast was thrilled when he scored
but it followed that a lucky player cut off his big cock and balls. The
fringe benefit was that fighters shoved a cock into each other’s mouths for
choking. Grant found the sight of the fighters with cocks shoved into their
mouths very stimulating. The countdown to
fill the remaining nooses started. Four camouflaged faces felt the nooses
burning into their necks. Grant lost his third buddy. The mercenaries smirked
when they cut off the camouflaged cocks and balls. The lumberjacks were
enthusiastic about their noosing score but they still lost two at the last
minute. The hanging panorama effectively ended when all the nooses were
filled. Trent was proud
when he looked at the hanging, noosed, fighters. Sure they looked forlorn
without their cocks and balls. He hoped they had a great time. It was a pity
to lose his store master but he died with his cock and balls camouflaged. Bowen decided to
keep track of Grant who was a plus in these terminal events. Maybe he could
offer him a paid job. The mop up squad would arrive in an hour or so. He
would task them to collect the cut cocks and balls. He had a number of
clients who sewed the cocks to craft a chest necklace. Of course, he would be
fully briefing DeWitt his mentor. The event was a
true Hanging Panorama. |
