Neri

Buddies play ball games

Derek and Mark had an underground reputation. Their brutal hands simply had a flair for crushing balls. They liked working as a two man team taking turns to crush balls. The commander authorised the ball crushing events. Nevertheless they were expected to stop after the proposed finale.

Lieutenant Park’s orders was to select fifteen soldiers for the event. This time there was a concession. Lieutenant Park took selecting the balls for crushing seriously. Derek and Mark smiled when they and their fellow soldiers were ordered to line up naked but wearing boots. What a feast for ball lovers! The Lieutenant was effectively written off before the event so he decided to indulge. He personally grasped every set of balls. The soldiers he selected moved to the outside. Derek and Mark were pleased to be chosen. They toyed with the idea of crushing the Lieutenant’s balls. He deserved it after arranging for his soldiers to crush one another’s balls.

Greville, the store’s manager, was authorised to supply Lieutenant Park and the fifteen soldiers with the latest castration knives. In this game the soldiers would crush the balls first, then cut off the crushed balls, maybe the cocks last. The commander gave Lieutenant Park permission for all to fight to the last ball. That was a nice way of saying “Goodbye”.

Greville envied Lieutenant Park and his fellow ball crushers. He himself was a balls cutting man but enjoyed cutting off cocks on occasion. Lieutenant Park had authority over him and had ordered him to join in. The seventeenth knife was his! Greville forgot that his big balls attracted ball crushing hands.

Peacetime military service was more rewarding when the authorities permitted these specialist games. In fact a declaration of war would shortly bring these games to an abrupt halt. The enemy would prove to be effective ball crushers in close quarter combat.

Lieutenant Park instinctively knew which soldiers would enjoy crushing balls, cutting off balls and choking on cut cocks. Some of them were trying for the first and last time. Julian was enraptured when the fighters assembled wearing boots with the castration knives inserted into the side; the sight of the exposed cocks and balls gave him an instant hard-on. He would have no qualms about popping balls; in fact he would prove to be the outstanding ball crusher of the day.

The event took place in the middle of a sunny day. The landscape was an enclosure located a few miles away from the barracks. To add to the adventure Lieutenant Park led the naked, sixteen, soldiers to the enclosure. This gave them time to get used to the nakedness, the feeling of the cocks and balls swinging in the breeze and the anticipation of using the castration knives.

Julian assessed that Derek and Mark would be dangerous challengers and best kept at arms’ length until he had scored elsewhere.

Lieutenant Park ordered the soldiers to line up in formation of ten and six. He ordered them to remove, hold up the knives from the boots.

“Our commander gives us the freedom to enjoy using these knives. What he had in mind, well, you can guess. He is a balls man experienced in crushing balls, cutting off balls and even cocks. He believes that you must be given the opportunity to do it for yourself. For the next five minutes I want you to mingle and use your hands to hold sets of balls. You might identify the balls you wish to crush. Go!”

The soldiers mingled and familiarised themselves with balls appealing to crush. Then, Lieutenant Park ordered them to form a circle, with arms raised and positioned on next shoulders. By now many cocks were fully erect and ready for knife play. Everybody looked across at Lieutenant Park’s erect cock and balls as he joined in the circle. The Lieutenant picked up the whistle which had been sitting across his hairy chest, moved it to his lips. He blew the whistle.

“Start!”

Four, slow, soldiers wondered what was happening when aggressors grasped their balls. Three targets were initially too slow to counter-attack. The fourth target did counter-attack; the two soldiers crushed each other’s balls in a conventional one on one attack. The sound of ten balls popping electrified and stimulated the onlookers. It wasn’t clear who was using the knives in the follow up cutting off the balls crushed or otherwise. Mark thought that two of the original targets cut off the balls of two aggressors but failed to crush them. Lieutenant Park honed in on the third target to establish his credibility as the leader of this event. Once again Mark noted Lieutenant Park’s big balls ideal for crushing. Both Derek and Mark realised that the commander had ordered the crushing of all of their balls. So be it!

The remaining soldiers were inspired by the sound of popping balls. They liked to think that they would all get the opportunity to crush balls. Not so. Two against one, three against two, four against three, five against four…Julian was one of many who threw themselves into the fray…in fact five against four. Derek and Mark, true to form, embarked on two against one. Mark pinned the target from behind whilst Derek crushed the balls. Pop! Lieutenant Park took part in three against two.

The sound of popping balls quietened after which the soldiers unsheathed their knives. Greville had his moments of glory. His supreme pleasure was cutting off balls especially bull balls. Today he scored two sets plus the cocks. He shoved the cocks into mouths for choking. Even when soldiers may have had their balls crushed, balls cut off and mouthing a cut cock they remained dangerous and fully capable of reciprocating. A hand grasped his bull balls as he concentrated on the choking. The pressure tightened. Oh no! The hand crushed his bull balls. Two pops. He felt a knife cutting off the bull balls, looked down and saw the bull balls separated from the cock. Next the knife cut into the top shaft of the erect cock. The aggressor was a true cock killer. It was if he followed the textbook of superior cock cutting.

Lieutenant Park was not surprised when Derek and Mark targeted him. He had encouraged them over past events. He knew their flair; he knew they assessed his own big balls as the ideal for crushing. On the other hand he could crush and cut their balls off. In fact the three of them would go ahead and do just that. Derek and Mark completely underestimated Lieutenant Park. They appreciated that Lieutenant Park’s balls would crush best with old fashioned, manly, handling. The Lieutenant was no slouch holding both sets of cocks in his manual hands. The hands co-ordinated so that six balls popped in unison. They took their time before cutting off the balls and cocks.

Julian imagined he was a survivor for a few moments. Three soldiers with cocks in their mouths circled in on him. They took turns crushing his balls, cutting off his balls and lastly the cock. He joined them as one of many soldiers choking on cock. Before he lost consciousness he remembered the balls he had crushed, the balls he had cut off and the cocks shoved into mouths. The four soldiers smiled.

The commander assembled fifteen soldiers to act as the enemy to Lieutenant Park’s group. He ordered the Military Police to provide their execution squad, personal security for him and accompany the fifteen soldiers. Execution squads had internal rules. In the event of casualty of the officer-in-charge all members had to join in the current exercise. This was a disciplinary issue.

A transport mishap delayed the vehicle with the fifteen soldiers. They arrived long after the initial batch had crushed their balls. There was no way the commander would spare the newcomers. He let them step over the bodies, examine the ball cutting and cocks jutting out of mouths.

Everybody wore boots with the castration knives tucked inside. On this occasion everybody flaunted their balls and cocks. The commander admired his own bull size balls; he envied the privates who would soon crush each other’s balls. During previous combat incidents he was happy for the fighters to get carried away and kill all and sundry.

Lieutenant Chadwick who was in charge of the execution squad shared a problem. He and other squad members already flaunted erect cocks. Sooner rather than later soldiers armed with knives would attempt to cut them off.

He ordered the fifteen soldiers to line up in parade formation. Attend-shun, stand at ease. The line up of cocks and balls was impressive.

“The commander is as disappointed as you must be. You arrived too late to join in the previous ball crushing event. In spite of this setback you will not miss out. He gives permission for you to work out with each other’s balls. I guess some of you are nervous. For that reason I have asked three soldiers to tell us of their expectation. Private Brown step forward.”

Private Brown looks exactly like a boot camp soldier, brainwashed to obey orders, physically fit, hairy chest, wide circumcised cock, but big balls.

“My hands strengthened during boot camp training exercises. I found I was able to crush ripe plums; well being a combat soldier I progressed to crushing balls. An officer reported me when I attempted to crush a soldier’s balls in the showers. I was crestfallen as my hands had firmly grasped the big balls and was about to pop them. To cut a long story short I was formally disciplined and sent here. I am surrounded by balls and look forward to mass crushing.”

“Sounds great but there are other ways of playing with balls. Private Thomas step forward.”

Private Thomas looks good when naked wearing boots. He is confident as he thrusts a big cock and bull sized balls at the soldiers.

“A sergeant overheard and reported me in barracks banter about cutting off balls. I hope a soldier cuts off his balls. Anyway here I am. Look at my balls. I’m ready to take on any challengers. Be prepared for me to cut your balls off.'

“So far we have anticipated mass crushing and cutting of balls but the knife blades have another important use. Tell us Private Eggar.”

“The regulation blade will do the job but the blade on our knives looks sharper. Our objective is to kill cocks. The blades are more effective when the cocks are fully erect. Cut deeply into and across the top shaft. It’s exciting but remember your cock is exposed to a reciprocal blade. The highlights of cock cutting games can be duels where both players score. In some cases the cocks are swapped before shoving into mouths.

Stroke your cocks as you listen to this terminal cock and ball cutting game. Naked players bring their favourite castration knife plus an extra. Three players arrive unannounced without weapons so the extra knives are put to good use. The game can be played with packs of cards. They sit on sports’ dressing room benches, facing one another so that they are looking at each other’s cock and balls. Another bench is set up with towels, a tray for balls, bowls and jugs of water to wash cocks. They exchange banter about their cocks and balls. They settle down and play a round of cards. A player places a card on the knife beside the foot. When all cards are distributed they turn them over and shout the score. The highest scoring card player nominates a target at random. Players drag the chosen target over to a bench where they pin him down. He is positioned facing upwards so that his cock and balls are exposed. An optional extra is to milk the cock at this point. Players take turns to manhandle the erect cocks. Once the cock spurts the players lift up the cock and balls. The highest scoring card player then cuts off the cock and balls with the player’s favourite knife. He separates the cock, dips it into water and shoves it into a mouth at random. The players continue to play cards even when their cocks are cut off and/or they are holding a cock in their mouth. The game has its rules. A player who scores the highest cards more than once is next in line to lose his cock and balls. Nice! The game progresses until all players hold a cock in their mouths. For the climax the players swap cocks and force choke. Cock killing bliss!”

Private Eggar held out his big cock for all to see.

“This is the standard for cock killing.”

“Thank you Private Eggar. His presentation has aroused a few cocks. Well done. Any further questions?”

“Will you collect the cocks and balls for a chest necklace?”

“Good question. They look good on hairy chests. Who has a hairy chest?”

Eight out of fifteen put their hands up.

“I promise that I will try to get as many chest necklaces as I can. Remember we have not yet collected the cocks and balls nearby. I will blow a whistle to start. The squad members will shortly jostle you into position.”

The commander smiled his approval; he thought to himself that a lucky soldier would enjoy cutting off the Lieutenant’s outstanding cock. A chest necklace would look good on the commander’s hairy chest.

The Fifteen thought outside the box. Two squad members positioned hands onto adjacent balls. Two of the bright Fifteen lent across, grasped the squad members’ balls and held on. The squad members resisted, pretended their balls were exempt but no go. In time they leant across and grasped the balls on the right.

In a way the positioning of hands were a variation on a circle jerk. The two squad members joined groups of four. There was one group of three and two man-to-man groups of two. Fortunately everybody was right handed. They grasped the balls on the right. They started increasing the pressure well before the whistle. Some of them enjoyed the pain. The Seventeen adjusted their grip so that there was no escape. When the whistle blew every ball would be crushed. The commander signalled to Lieutenant Chadwick that the loss of two squad members was acceptable. It was rare to have a simultaneous, mass, ball crushing. He anticipated the sound of balls popping; his and the Lieutenant’s cock was poised to spurt.

One of the man-to-man groups crushed balls before the whistle blew. Everybody heard the loud pops. The Lieutenant and three squad members walked across to the two men. Two squad members pinned them from behind. The Lieutenant unsheathed his knife and cut off one set of balls. A squad member followed suit. He shut them up when he shoved their cut cocks into their mouths. He suspected that some players might be cheating and act to protect their balls. He would have none of that! He ordered his squad members to recheck the hands positioning. Two players grasped another two squad members’ balls. It was a pity to lose another two sets of balls but so be it. This is what happens when soldiers play their balls for keeps.

The Lieutenant blew the whistle. His cock spurted at the sound of the popping balls. The commander’s cock spurted in unison as the soldiers crushed nineteen sets of balls.

Private Brown thought he was in ball crushing heaven. The mass event was incredibly stimulating. He broke away and crushed two sets of balls with both hands. There was a second wave of balls popping. This time a hand grasped his balls. He felt a flicker of pain before the hand crushed the balls. Beauty!

The soldiers entered into the spirit of things. They moaned in pain but unsheathed their knives, bent down, held the balls with their left hands and then cut off the balls with their right hands. The commander had insisted that the knives were state-of-the-art. Greville, his late store manager, had already tested them out. A knife cleanly cut off his cock and balls. No complaints!

Private Thomas set an excellent example. He cut off more balls than his fair share. On the other hand he expected a soldier to cut off his balls. Wrong! The commander attacked him. As a matter of fact the commander’s balls were worthy of cutting off. A squad member tried to pin Private Thomas from behind. He lost his grip. Private Thomas confronted the commander cock to cock. They pulled the cocks to make way for cutting the balls. The confrontation was intense. The private made a brave attempt but the commander’s experience won the day. The commander was especially pleased because Private Thomas had the best balls for cutting in today’s event.

Private Eggar had a few competitors when it came to skilled cock killing. Just because their balls had been crushed and cut off did not mean that they were less dangerous. The cocks stood out as targets without their accompanying balls. By now there was a lot of blood flowing and confusion. The private ordered four soldiers to line up, arms on shoulders, all cocks ready for the blades. They were too dazed to be concerned when their cocks were held up. Private Eggar gave the signal for the simultaneous cutting of the cocks. The cocks were prime specimens for cock killings.

It was easier to cut off the cocks when they were erect. The Lieutenant forgot this when three soldiers honed in with their blades. Cutting the officer’s cock off was the highlight of the soldiers’ short careers. They relished shoving the cock into his mouth. It was only fair that he choked on his own cock. A fourth soldier crushed and cut off the balls.

The commander ordered the six, remaining, members of the execution squad to line up now that they had lost their officer. They were in two minds: firstly, the current ball crushing event was incredibly hot; secondly, lucky soldiers would crush and cut off their balls. Secretly four of them were excited at the prospect.

The commander blew his whistle to pause the cock killing. A soldier cursed when he was poised to cut off a cock.

“The execution squad is inspired by your event. They wish to join in. It’s important that you give them a warm welcome. As an aside to Private Eggar he specified that the welcome include all three activities—crushing and cutting balls, cock killing. Private Eggar smiled his approval when he accepted a whistle. The existing soldiers had reached an energy peak and needed the stimulus of fresh balls and cocks.

“This is our version of a teddy bears’ picnic. Stay lined up so that we can check your balls. We have to guarantee that they are suitable for our ball games. Occasionally some soldiers lose a ball or two playing ball busting.”

Six soldiers held the execution squad’s balls in their hands. Of course the balls were ready for crushing. Private Eggar inspected and gave advice on positioning the hands. One set of balls was bigger than big. Two hands were necessary to grasp the balls. “Ready?” He blew the whistle. Everybody heard the balls popping. Four squad members were thrilled out of their minds. The soldier was particularly pleased when his hands crushed the bigger than big balls.

“Welcome. Congratulations. You are now fully pledged members of our crush ball society. Throw yourself in our main activities. Unsheathe your knives. The next task is cutting off balls. Everybody’s balls are crushed ready for cutting. What a treat! Other members focus on cock killing. Earlier before the event started you displayed rigid cocks ideal for cock killing. Take it as a complement that we will assault you to cut them off. Don’t be shy about killing our cocks. The danger arouses our cocks. Some soldiers get a bonus with cocks jutting out of their mouths. They may be ahead of you but you can catch up.”

The six execution squad members went ahead and proved they could cut cocks and balls as well as the others. Private Wolper ex Military Police execution squad would have had a long career if he hadn’t challenged Private Eggar to a duel. The commander was riveted when he watched the two cock killers. The two cocks were in the erect position primed for maximum blade cutting. Perhaps Private Eggar’s concentration lapsed. They simultaneously cut into each other’s cocks. Their faces registered the sheer excitement of cutting off a cock. They followed through with inserting the cocks into their mouths. Another execution squad member choked the two of them with both hands. This permitted an opponent to line up and cut off his exposed balls. The situation became richer when the last execution squad member cut off both the cock and the balls of the opponent.

A private pleaded “Where is my cock?” The commander picked up a stray cock and shoved it into his mouth. The ball crushing games were worth playing. Of course, he would have to write off today’s fighters as KIA and wait for replacements.

He was less than impressed with the so-called personal security. He would figure out a way to put their cocks and balls in danger. He ordered them to mop up. The morgue squad would visit the site later.

The vehicle driver was asleep oblivious to the ball crushing event. The commander looked down on his balls. Yes, a soldier would enjoy crushing them but wait. The cock, ah the cock. The commander could have easily cut off the splendid cock but, no, he needed a drive back to head quarters.