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Bring your own castration
knife Benjamin Brewer, sports
coach, was a fixture in dressing sheds. He coached individual men and teams
in a variety of sports. Some of these sports were strictly underground and
not discussed in polite circles. A few months ago he trained team members for
a terminal outdoor match. Both teams excelled in playing with the ball. The
incentive to win was spelt out. The winning team would execute the losing
team. During the match team members from both sides cut off erect cocks and
big balls. However, the scores were equal. The umpires
declared the match over. They were relieved. The survivors were slightly
disappointed in missing out on an execution but pledged to play in future
rematches. They kept their castration knives as souvenirs for future matches
or even bring your own favourite knife events. Benjamin enjoyed
sponsoring Clubs whose members willingly exposed their cocks and balls to
danger. He stroked his own thick cock and bull balls regularly to reassure
himself that he still had them. The Big Balls Club President invited him to
watch the naked ball busting event held in Mikhail’s
boxing rink. As the Club sponsor he was welcome to bust some balls. The President tasked
members. The wrestlers lined up for man-to-man bouts, group scenes. The
President liked to see members pinned against the corner ropes upside down.
Even better when a trio holds a member upside down or legs wide open and
raised off the ground. The balls are in
position for popping and crushing. He ordered three members to line up
against the inside ropes. Benjamin and two members outside the ropes
stretched their arms to clutch the insiders’ balls. They would watch
exhibition ball busts, exclaim aloud a rating. At random intervals the
outsider would squeeze the insiders’ balls until they pop. The insider then
calls “Crush the balls!” followed by an almighty pain scream. The President chose
Reynaldo to be the umpire. Reynaldo expected members with crushed balls to
thank him for his services in the time honoured
way. He flouted his big balls. Few took notice because most Club members had
big balls. The opening man-to-man
wrestling match was near professional. The wrestlers lifted one another
inside and outside the ropes. One wrestler succeeded in raising his opponent
above his shoulders. His left hand clutched the balls. Reynaldo ordered “Crush the balls!” The spectators felt their
own balls in relief. The President gave
permission for two, hairy chested, lovers to kiss. Two members popped and crushed
the balls from underneath. The lovers followed up by popping and crushing the
balls of their attackers. The wrestling trio was
next positioning a member upside down. He wasn’t
happy as they took turns in crushing his balls. The trio was surprised when
they were attacked. Full frontal. They grasped their attackers’ balls. It was
too late. All screamed in pain as they crushed each other’s balls. One of the insiders
exclaimed “Top rating!” The outsider applied the
pressure. He loved popping balls. Reynaldo supervised the ball crushing.
Reynaldo’s cock was now as hard as a rock. He ordered the
outsider to step into the boxing rink. Two members captured the outsider and
brought him to Reynaldo. He promptly shoved his cock up the outsider’s arse
and fucked. The President considered Reynaldo had overstepped his role as
umpire. He ordered the two members to pin Reynaldo down. Then he asked
Benjamin to step inside. “Reynaldo’s
balls are ready for you to pop and crush.” Benjamin accepted the favour with grace. He adjusted his hands to accommodate
the big balls. Reynaldo screamed when Benjamin popped his balls; he
positively shouted when Benjamin crushed the balls. The President said “Let’s nominate you as the guest umpire. Furthermore, we respect your
sponsorship so you will keep your balls.” Benjamin said “What about the insider whose balls I was grasping?” “We
will let you finish the job.” Benjamin instructed four
wrestlers to meet in the middle, grasp all balls, then disperse to confront
one another. The initial grappling was friendly. Hairy chested wrestlers
rolled on the floor. The cocks responded to this friskiness. Hands strayed to
the erect cocks. “I
will count the cocks spurting. After the fourth cock spurts I will give the
order to pop the balls. Ready?” All Big Ball Club members
like to watch spurting cocks. They enjoyed listening to the ball popping.
Benjamin deliberately omitted to tell them that four new wrestlers would
crush their balls. The insider exclaimed his excitement at seeing four sets
of balls popped and crushed. The outsider squeezed the balls tighter and
tighter. “No!
No!” the insider screamed as his balls popped. He shouted loudly with the
pain as the attacker crushed the balls. The four new wrestlers
concentrated on mopping up the remainders. One by one they popped and crushed
balls. They tackled a member with an outsize cock, positioned him upside down
in a corner. They asked Benjamin for a knife. What for? The President came to
the party. He gave them castration knives to cut off the outsize cock plus
the balls. After that, well, it was their turn to cut off each other’s balls. The last insider thought
his balls were spared. Only Benjamin’s balls were
spared. Benjamin, with the President’s approval, popped and crushed the
balls. Wait one. How about the President? His Club members decided to reward
him in the time honoured way. The big balls made a
loud sound when they popped. The President screamed like every member when
they crushed his balls. Mikhail had recently
hosted the District Ball Cutting Club for a range of ball activities—crushing, popping and cutting. The Club’s President had dictated
knives cut To the Last Ball. James, the last member, expected his members to
ceremoniously parade him around the ground. His erect cock was milked. Then
they cut off his balls. Mikhail presumed that a member help them up high for
all to see. Splendid! From time to time serious
men asked Benjamin to sponsor a “bring your own, favourite, castration knife” party. He acted as a modern
day sponsor. The intention was the cutting off of the losing player’s cock
and balls by his “own favourite castration knife”.
However, he insisted that all players had used the knives cutting cocks and
balls. Mikhail provided four
assistants to help Benjamin set up the dressing shed venue. They brought in
and positioned wooden benches—two facing one another,
an isolated one plus a separate table for towels, trays for cocks and balls,
bowls and jugs of water. There were three spare knives in case a player
needed them. The next game would be played with packs of cards. There was no
need for card cheating. The players would cut off all cocks. Benjamin
explained the game to the four assistants who smiled. Their turn would come
in the future. Mikhail required them to assist the players to undress on
arrival. The players could leave their cowboy boots on but otherwise the game
would be played naked. When seated on the benches they would place the knives
at their feet. A spokesman thanked
Benjamin for his sponsorship. The card players were mostly veterans of his
terminal matches. It was their turn to cut cocks and balls one last time. The players were thrilled
to play. A reader might well ask why they would gamble their cocks and balls
on a playing card. At this point they told the story of each knife. The
stories of cutting cocks and balls were arousing. Nobody needed to
exaggerate. Some of them played in underground sports such as
wrestling/boxing matches. Benjamin organised such
matches where winners cut off the losers’
cocks and balls. The prize was addictive. First blood. A boxer scored twice
in two matches. Great! The game was simple. The
spokesman placed a card, upside down, on the knives. The players pick up and
look at the cards. The player with the highest score wins; he chooses the
target; other players drag the target over to the isolated bench; they pin
him upside so that they can roughly play with the cock and balls. It helps
when the erect cock spurts. Five of Spades versus Three of Hearts. The player
with the highest score picks up the favourite
knife. He holds the cock and balls so that all can see. Pause. He’s a balls man so he cuts the base of the balls first. He needs a
separate thrust to cut off the cock. The spokesman collects the
first round of cards, removes them from the pack and issues fresh cards. Jack
of Diamonds versus Eight of Diamonds. The player with the highest score
nominates the spokesman as the next target. He stands upright, strokes his
cock until it is fully erect, walks across to the bench. A player hugs him
from behind, drags him down. The cock looks splendid as it shoots. His favourite knife catches some of the spurt. It greases the
blade as it cuts off the balls. The third player
collecting, shuffling and handing out cards is nervous. Everybody can see his
erect cock primed for the knife. He calls for the highest score. Ten of Clubs versus Six of Spades. The
winner nominates him. He takes a moment to cry. “No.
Spare me. I will do anything!” “Alright.
Here’s your knife. Choose a target and cut off his balls. Order!” The third player walks
across to the opposite bench. By now the erect cock is in everybody’s face. He stoops down to clasp a set of balls. Bad move. The player
with the threatened balls picks up his favourite knife,
pulls the erect cock until it spurts and lastly cuts off the cock. Another round of cards.
The players quieten down. Seven of Hearts versus Seven of Clubs. This time
there are two equal high scores. What to do? Any proposals? The two players
with the highest scores play another round. Queen of Spades versus Seven of
Clubs. The winner nominates the loser. The other players have warmed up to
the game. Four players hold up the loser above their shoulders, walk around
the dressing room. The winner likes cutting off the cock
and balls at this shoulder height. It’s
time for a fresh pack of cards. A player collects the cards from the previous
pack and puts them aside. He places new cards on the knives. King of Clubs
versus Ten of Spades. It’s unusual for it to happen but most cocks are fully
erect. They abandon the playing
cards and just concentrate on using the knives. Two players advance to one
another, knives in hand, and hold up their big cocks. Balls or cocks first?
That is the dilemma. They are interrupted by three additional players with
knives on hand. That’s a total of five erect
cocks. They close in on one another, stretch out their left hands to hold an
erect cock. “Let’s
spurt for the last time.” They stroke the five cocks
which spurt simultaneously. One player says “Adjust the knives. I will count to three.” The blades and their hands
are wet with cum. “One…two…three!” The knives cut into the cocks’ shafts.
Cutting off the balls requires additional thrusts. A player takes the
initiative and inserts a cut cock into a mouth. Other players follow suit.
The cocks of two players remain erect awaiting their fate. Another player
shuffles the cards, places two cards on the knives. Ace of Clubs versus Nine
of Hearts. The players pin down the loser. The winner picks up the loser’s favourite castration knife, turns over
the blade. It is razor sharp. He knows the knife is guaranteed to cut off the
loser’s cock and balls. The problem is a fellow player has picked up his own favourite castration knife. At the same time that he cuts
off the loser’s cock and balls another player cuts off his own cock and
balls. Most of the players choked
on the cut cocks. Benjamin Brewer instructed
Mikhail to collect the knives for recycling for future events. Mikhail passed
on the cocks to a craftsman who stitches them onto necklaces for covering
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