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Hanging sportsmen
Russell Broadman,
full time rancher, part time hanging sportsman, advised Donald Market on his
proposed hanging free for all. Donald wanted to try getting away from the
team versus team format. His sportsmen would cooperate to capture, drag
across to underneath the nooses, fasten the nooses, hoist and secure the
targets. The hangings follow a procedure. Whilst the tight nooses choke the
cocks fully erect. The tongue may jut out as the cocks spurt. Some sportsmen
may wish for a facial or swallow the load. Here say claimed that this last
spurt would be stupendous. In Donald’s sports a
player then cuts off the spent cocks and balls, shoves them into an open
mouth. The game progresses as more sportsmen hang and their cocks jut out of
mouths. Russell offered a box of
basic, castration, knives. They were recycled—proven
to just cut off cocks and balls. Donald wondered about
spectators. Russell suggested a limited number would sit on a plank within
the designated hanging area. It was highly likely that their cocks would be
fully aroused by the hangings taking place around them. The hanging master
could order them to join in. Both sportsmen and
spectators wear boots so that they can tuck in the castration knives. Also,
they assist in the hangings as the noosed struggle and wave their boots into
the air. Russell was quite happy to have sportsmen wearing open chaps
exposing their cocks and balls. On the other hand Donald had an impressive,
cut, cock and bull-sized balls which he wanted to flaunt. He insisted that
all sportsmen be naked. To overcome shyness the sportsmen would meet at the
beginning, feel each other’s necks, cocks and
balls. Russell was envious of the sportsman who would hang Donald. He
regretted that he would not be taking part in this hanging free for all. He
was expected to run a hanging competition on the next fair day. The four gibbets,
positioned as a locked rectangle, were raised about eight feet—high enough to prevent boots touching the ground. The fixed nooses
were secured by ropes pegged into the ground by hammers. Russell’s cock was
fully aroused by a hammer incident during a previous hanging sports event. He
watched two hammer-men pinning players from behind. The fifth hammer-man
chose one set of bull-sized balls. He held them in his left hand for all to
see. Then he wielded the hammer and crushed the balls. Splat! The hammer-men
grasped the nearest set of balls. One hammer-man shouted “Help! Let me keep
my balls!” The hammer-men laughed. Two bystanders asked to join in. “Check
the size of our balls.” A hammer-man held both bull-sized balls in his rough
hands. “No changing your mind.” They formed up like the spokes of a wheel.
Next they reached out and grasped the balls on their left. They tried to
position the balls so that they were clear targets for the hammers. The first
and second hammer-men had to start again.
Their erect cocks obstructed the balls. A hammer-man unsheathed his
knife, cut both cocks off and gagged both hammer-men with the cocks. Russell
offered to call the start. “On your marks count, one, two, three!” They cried
in ecstasy as the hammers crushed the balls. Splat! Russell’s cock spurted.
They repeated the hammer blows until both balls were pulp. The cocks looked
battered. Russell called for assistance to hang the hammer-men. Some of the sportsmen were
heavy men. One gibbet collapsed under the weight. Russell tasked Ben a tall,
hairy chested, supervisor for six rough and ready workmen to strengthen and
repair the gibbet. They were disappointed because they had missed out on
playing an earlier sports game. Today they could play a private game using
nooses for hanging and knives for cutting off cocks and balls. Ben introduced himself as
their supervisor of the repair work. After that he would return to the base
ranch unless they specifically asked him to stay on during their private
game. He requested they line up wearing boots only. The range of cocks and
balls looked splendid. “It’s
important that you repair the gibbet. Consider trying it out. I leave that up
to you to decide. I can assist you in playing a noose game to determine who
hangs. Do you want me to stay?” “Show
us your cock and balls.” Ben held them out for all
to inspect. They mumbled amongst themselves. Ben’s
thick cock and bull-sized balls qualified for hill-billy
cock and ball-cutting. “Stay.
We expect you to issue us with knives which will cut off cocks and balls.” “Russell
believes that three of you fought in the cocks and ball cutting festival.
Congratulations! Obvious you enjoyed this manly sport. Later this afternoon
all of you, plus me if you permit, will combine hanging with our own cocks
and ball cutting festival. The knives I will issue you with now are recycled;
their blades are proven. Cock and ball cutters get outstanding results from
these knives. I want you to approach each workman. Feel his neck with respect
to hanging; hold the cock and balls in your hand. Imagine you are cutting
them off.” The workmen compared cock
sizes. “Time
to start repairing the gibbet.” Ben noticed that one of the
workmen was skilled with his hammer. Maybe he could crush a ball or two. The
workman made it clear that he enjoyed crushing balls with his hammer. The
rest of the group decided that they would crush his balls if given the
opportunity. They felt they were in the presence of real men with genuine
cocks and balls. The six workmen looked at
each other’s cocks and balls. Nice, but nooses first! Who
would be the first to hang? The repairs took longer than expected. Ben organised
a game of shuttle quoits using spare nooses. The workmen spread out, nooses
in hand. The objective was to throw the noose so that it landed on a neck.
The quoits throwing was light relief with lots of laughter until it landed on
the workman with the largest cock and bull-sized balls. Three workmen tackled
him, dragged him over to the gibbet, tightened the noose, hoisted him and
fixed him in the hanging position. The workmen clapped as the big cock rose
out of the hairy balls. He tried to wiggle his boots; he spread his legs wide
open; he was thrilled when his cock spurted. The rumours
were true. His balls felt marvellous until he saw
Ben unsheathe his knife. Ben demonstrated, almost with textbook accuracy, how
to cut the aroused cock and balls. The workmen knew they were in the hands of
a cutting master. There was a second noosing
where the workman fought rigorously against his hoisting. The erect cock
created a bara problem; it was turned on by the danger.The
noose tightened so that there was no escape. The cock spurted in a copious
way. A workman unsheathed his knife and cut off the cock
and balls. He inserted the cock—head jutting out—plus
the balls into a ready mouth. Ben remembered to insert the cut cock and balls
into another ready mouth. The workman juggling the
cock and balls into his mouth caught the noose before it lowered to his neck.
He threw it. A workman was dismayed when he was hoisted up; on the other hand
he was thrilled when his cock was aroused. Another workman captured the sperm
as a facial. The workman with the hammer
crushed a set of balls. He was a problem until Ben came to the rescue and
hand crushed his balls. The remaining workmen hoisted the hammer-man up for
his classic hanging. Russell arrived with a
search party to collect the body parts and remove the bodies. Another work
party would have to position a plank for spectators. Ben impressed Russell.
Ben had a flair for no-nonsense noosing. The targets were hoisted up before
they could catch their breath. Of course serious cock and ball cutters would
want Ben’s thick cock and bull-sized balls. That danger goes
with the territory. Donald’s proposed hanging sports game received fewer applications than
expected. A Dirty Dozen turned up. He could cope. They were surprised that
they had to strip in the open air. “Welcome.
Let’s start friendly. I want you to congregate in the middle, checking out
necks. Imagine tightening nooses around these necks.” The Dirty Dozen pawed
necks. “I
see three of you are wearing chaps. On this occasion all sportsmen will be
naked except for wearing boots. Remove them now!” The three sportsmen
sheepishly took off their favourite pair of chaps.
If Donald had his way they wouldn’t be wearing
them again. They handed them to an assistant sitting beside a box on the
edge. “Rutger’s your assistant for
today. He will help you with any noose needs. Also he will issue you with the
cutting knives. Don’t pretend to be shy. The recycled knives will cut off
cocks and balls of all sizes—a cutter’s dream!” “Can
we noose Rutger?” “The
primary purpose of all sportsmen here today is to noose fellow sportsmen including Rutger
and myself. In the experience of most hangings the cock will erect and spurt
copiously. Cock suckers will swallow or have a facial. The cocks and balls
are now ready for cutting. In some cases the cut cocks and balls are inserted
into a mouth cock heads jutting out.” “I
will choke on them.” “That’s
the idea!” “Your
balls look bull-sized at this distance. Can we feel them?” “I
was getting to that. Be nice as you inspect a sportsman’s cocks and balls.
Remember they may be the one who cuts off your cock and balls.” Donald was confident his
cock and bull-sized balls would pass muster. A sportsman played with Donald’s cock. A second sportsman firmly held the balls. Nearly everybody
sported an erect cock. The time had come for serious noosing. Rutger
took over. “Spread
out. There is plenty of room between nooses. This is a hanging free for all.
We have a sadistic request. It’s exciting when the target resists his capture
physically and shouts platitudes like “Help. Let me keep my balls.” Pay
particular attention to the strength with which you pin targets from behind.
And, yes, the temptation is to crush the balls there and then.” Rutger
whistled the start. The Dirty Dozen eyed each other off. Eyes met in
agreement. Two sportsmen pounced on a target. A third sportsman pinned the
target from behind. “Rescue
me!” There is no rescue in today’s sports game. The three dragged the target underneath the gibbet.
One of them unravelled the noose, positioned it
around the target’s neck, tightened. They were surprised by the strength
required to hoist the target above the ground. Rutger
demonstrated pegging the ropes securely with a hammer. The target’s tongue
popped out as the cock erected. The rumours were
true. The cock spurted and spurted before the target lost consciousness. The
third sportsman unsheathed his knife. He had a background in cock cutting,
aimed for the top of the shaft; next he cut across the balls from underneath.
The cut cock now sat on the balls. He picked them up and shoved them into a
random mouth. Cock head out! The Dirty Dozen minus one
repeated the hanging process. The platitudes shouted out added to the aural
experience. Donald was surprised when the sportsmen played the hanging game
with such enthusiasm. No one tried to noose Donald or Rutger.
Their turn would come in a future sports game. |
