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Hangman’s Hill The
Commander tasked Andrew with inviting veterans of Noose Competition events to
a reunion. The previous organisers presented them
with buckle badges with a hanging logo. They were to wear them today on a
leather belt holding up their pants or just a leather belt across their
midriff. Bare chests and cowboy boots. The four assistants
assembled timber planks for seating in a reception area. They welcomed the
veterans. To signify an opposing team they randomly positioned a leather
amulet on right arms. The Commander particularly liked diversity—big men, small men, tall men, short men, hairy chests, and bare
chests. In the distance the
veterans could see hanging frames, fixed and unfixed nooses. Two assistants
heckled them about the bulges in their pants. The other two assistants
heckled them about the size of their exposed cocks and balls. The reunion was
a unique opportunity to recapture the danger, excitement and sheer pleasure
of noosing men. In spite of their recklessness they listened carefully to the
Commander. “Welcome
to Hangman’s Hill. The assistants have split you up into two teams. Raise
your hands if you are wearing a leather amulet.” Fourteen veterans put their
hands up. “My.
Impressive cocks ready for the Noose Competition. Assemble together on the
other plank. To start the Noose Competition six cowboys with lassoing skills
will try roping each other. Onlookers will be spread out in the hanging beam
area. As a warming up exercise they can massage the neck in front or beside.
It’s a hint of strangling getting the neck ready for the noose. Again
cooperate. Two, three or more multiple hangings require additional help. I personally like working
in a team of three: one to capture and position noose, one to raise to the
hanging beam and one to secure the peg. Any questions?” “Is
it OK to bellow for help or a cry of distress?” “Every
sadist and masochist will be thrilled. It is manly and adds sound to the
exciting noosing.” “When
can cocksuckers go down on cocks about to spurt?” “Good
question. During the hanging process the cocks will erect. At this point
start cocksucking. Be prepared for a gush of cum to
swallow. A warning: cocksuckers are vulnerable to noosing from behind.” “When
can we cut off the cocks and balls?” “Step
forward Luigi who crafts cut cocks onto chest necklaces.” Luigi proudly wore a
leather belt with a buckle badge. Across his dark hairy chest three big cut
cocks and sets of balls adorned a necklace. Attentive onlookers focussed on his cock which looked ideal for cutting off.
Ball crushers eyed off the balls. “Who
brought their favourite castration knife?” A sway of hands. The
Commander ordered the assistants to hand out fresh castration knives. Luigi
continued. “When the target has finished hanging and the cock has spurted
for the last time cut the cock and balls off for collection. Let me show you.
Cut here at the top of the shaft. Then underneath for the balls.” His cock
and balls looked ready for a knife. The Commander resumed. “It’s
time to take your pants off. Remove the leather belt and wear it so that we
see the buckle badge. Leave the pants on the planks. Tuck your knives in the
side of your boots.” The veterans had only seen
the Commander’s bare chest. After he had removed
his pants they saw the splendid thick cock and balls. A few onlookers envied
the man who would cut them off. “I
forgot to mention. The hammers to fasten the rope pegs can be used to crush
balls. Move up to the hanging beam area.” The assistants were last to
take their pants off. They could handle hanging but crushing balls sounded—they paused—a treat. Over thirty men with
presentable cocks and balls moved to and spread out over the hanging beam
area. The Commander picked up the lassoes. “Volunteers
share your skills. I will call out the start.” Andrew paced the six men so
that they were equally distant apart. The aim was to successfully target,
drop the lassoo over the head and secure the neck.
Such men were ready for noosing. “On
the count of three…one!…two!…three!” The lassoes flew in
different directions. The onlookers cheered when two lassoes captured two
targets. The four lassoists grappled with and
dragged the targets underneath a hanging beam. They promptly tightened a noose
around their necks, threw the ropes over the top of the hanging beam, pegged
the ropes and pulled the targets up. Two onlookers tightened
nooses on the necks in front of them. It was thrilling to synchronise
the real hanging with the future hanging. In fact ten cocks rose to the
occasion. Two outsiders interfered
with the lassoists at the very moment the targets
were fixed in position. Andrew picked up two loose nooses, tightened them
around the outsiders’ necks, ready for
noosing. The lassoists appreciated Andrew’s help.
The cocks of the hanging lassoists spurted in a
spectacular display. Luigi had a smile on his
face as he cut off the spent cocks and balls and collected them on a platter.
He eyed off the cocks of the lassoists. He thought
the lassoing would continue. The Commander changed his mind. Andrew paced the four lassoists closer together this time. Onlookers heckled
Andrew when he manhandled the lassoists’ cock and balls. The lassoists responded.
They circled him. One lassoists gripped him from
behind. A second lassoists grabbed his cock. In
full view he stroked the cock until it spurted. A third lassoists
kneed Andrew’s balls. Applause. The lassoists
adjusted their lassoes for the next round. Four lassoes succeeded in
capturing all targets. The lassoists prepared for a
quadruple hanging. The Commander requested the four assistants help in the
hanging. The lassoists were not exactly
enthusiastic as they marched off to the gallows. There was nothing they could
do to avoid this fate. They had lost. Otherwise the Commander was
disappointed that Andrew’s balls were not ball-busted properly. Three onlookers lined up in
a row. The second and third massaged the back of the neck in front of him.
They wanted to strangle but the Commander discouraged this preferring
hanging. This was a threesome in the making. Passersby picked up three loose
nooses, positioned them around bare necks, pulled tight. They threw the ropes
over the hanging beam, secured the pegs. They raised the three onlookers for
a triple hanging. Contrary to expectation the three cocks spurted at the same
moment. The cocks of six onlookers
sprung to attention. In turn six other onlookers grappled, dragged them
across to a timber plank underneath the hanging beams. The fixed nooses were
at a convenient height for those standing on the plank. The erect cocks
looked splendid. The Commander and Luigi were thrilled as they watched the
noosing. The plank was convenient to launch noosings
so the remaining onlookers chose to stay and use the spare nooses. Three versus three, two
versus one, one versus one. Kerry stepped onto the plank to noose the last
one. He miscalculated. “What
the fuck?” The one fixed a noose
around his neck, hoisted him up, secured him on the hanging beam. Kerry was
proud when his cock erected. The spurting was a manly show. It was a pity he
lost consciousness as a knife cut off his balls. The Commander mingled with
the Competitors, motivating them to enjoy the moment. He encouraged
threesomes to fight opposing threesomes. He especially liked it when they
fought to the last neck. He was happy to step in and finish off the survivor.
The cocksuckers were dare-devil. He warned them of their vulnerability.
Whilst they sucked and swallowed spurting cocks competitors positioned nooses
above their necks. The Commander watched three nooses wrap around exposed
necks immediately they withdrew the cocks from their mouths. Alfred assumed the
leadership of the opposing team. He was astute and quickly summed up weakness
in opponents. The peg hammerers were unsteady and unsure from both sides. He
tasked Les to crush their balls where possible. Les was experienced. He
pulped three sets of balls today. He was dismayed when Ronald hammered his
balls. He tried to reciprocate but Ronald scooped up the mess and shoved it
down his throat. Les’s proper hanging followed this. Ronald lasted about twenty minutes
before he in turn was noosed. In fact the Noose Competition settled down into
routine noosing. Not quite routine. The big competitors thought
they had a size advantage over the short competitors. They certainly hung a
few with big cocks and balls. However, Martello, big, fit, nice cock and
balls met his match. Three short competitors determined to overcome this size
discrepancy. They dragged the puzzled Martello across the hanging courtyard
to underneath a beam. He couldn’t believe it was
happening to him. He felt the noose tighten. With great difficulty they
raised him up to the high beam. He waved his legs into the air. They secured
the rope peg. His cock erected as he started to hang. His balls itched. He
was relieved when one of them gripped his balls. Then he saw the waiting
knife blade. He wanted to shout for help but his tongue now protruded. The
cock spurted and spurted. He wanted to say goodbye to his well-worn cock and
faithful balls. It was too late. Martello’s big comrades were inspired to hang more opponents. Andrew realised
that as the de facto leader of the first team his job was to hang Alfred. He
needed help as Alfred had team protection. The hangings progressed but
neither team had a leading advantage. The Commander resolved it by declaring
that Andrew and Alfred must fight until one or both of them hang. After that
all Competitors fight in a free-for-all. Alfred challenged the Commander.
Alfred wanted a free-for-all first. He had in mind hanging both the Commander
and Luigi before cutting their cocks and balls off. “Andrew,
do you agree?” “Yes,
a free-for-all.” Andrew enjoyed free-for-all
terminal fights. He liked the randomness of attacks from all directions.
Alfred tasked his men to concentrate on hanging the key targets. Luigi took the liberty of
holding the Commander’s cock and balls. “Your
cock and balls would look great in one of my necklaces. Do I have your permission?” The Commander smiled. “They would look
better when you wear them against your hairy chest. Meanwhile we have
contestants waiting to hang.” The Commandeer addressed
everybody. “We
are now fighting free-for-all. Cluster underneath the hanging beam with the
spare nooses. Hanging targets will still require your cooperation and
consideration.” The contestants fondled
nooses imagining their use. The Commander said aloud
Start when I count to three. “One!…Two!…Three!” Alfred’s team members tackled the Commander. Alfred himself tightened the
noose and hauled him up. The Commander’s cock immediately erected. He was
pleased when the cock spurt in the manly way for the last time. Luigi
interrupted by cutting off the Commander’s cock and balls. Luigi was alarmed
when a noose tightened around his neck. A short time later he hung in the
breeze, legs wildly clutching air. He felt pressure on his cock which was
stuck for a moment. Then it expanded and the balls tightened. He felt a
cocksucker working over his cock. He glimpsed a knife ready to cut off his
cock and balls. The cock discharged into the cocksucker’s open mouth. He
drifted in and out of consciousness. He thought his own cut cock was shoved
into his mouth. He vaguely recognised it before the
darkness. Three assistants took it on
themselves to honour their Commander. They gripped
Alfred, dragged him away from his helpers and noosed him. The noosing was
quite straight forward and prompt. They collected the platter, added the cut
cocks and balls of Alfred, the Commander and Luigi. What to do about Andrew?
They decided to reward him in the time honoured way
of these Noose Competitions. They noosed him. His cock responded in a way to
suggest that this was the right thing to do. The cock spurted as if was a
fountain. An assistant rubbed cum into Andrew’s
hairy chest. The free-for-all noosing
continued until only two assistants remained alive to organise
the disposal of the bodies. They kept the platter for Luigi’s assistant to craft the cut cocks and balls into necklaces. In due
course they would collect the leather belts with the buckle badges. The
exhausted assistants drifted off to sleep. When they woke up they looked up
at six black cocks pointing down on them. “The
Commander ordered us to cut off your balls. Ready?” The two assistants jumped
up, lunged at two men who grasped their balls. They returned the greeting. By
coincidence the four sets of balls were bull-sized. This meant they would
have to make extra knife blade thrusts to cut off the balls. Both hands
cupped the balls. They had to release one hand, bend down and bring the
castration knives up. They smiled as they slowly positioned the knives under
the bull-sized balls. The two assistants could see no way out. They shouted. “No.
No. Spare our balls!” The knives cut into the
four sets of balls once, twice and a third time before separating from the
cocks. Two erect, black, cocks proved an obstacle to the ball cutting. The
two assistants cut into the top of the cocks’
shaft. Problem solved. The remaining four blacks noosed them within a few
minutes. Months would pass before
another Noose Competition was mentioned. |
