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Swimming
Carnival where
team members crush balls and play terminal sport A crushing ball fantasy Ex-marine Stanley
prepares for pool skirmish. Dino,
the manager of this private pool, has scheduled a terminal swimming carnival
for two teams. He provides the necessary back up staff for supervision of the
sport, safe removal of bodies and other requirements. He is renowned for
watching these matches naked and wearing a sombrero hat. On occasion he has
guests who join in. He stipulated that the
opening sport be ball crushing. Before I was appointed leader of the blue
skull cap team I played in a number of underground ball crushing sports
matches. Crushing balls is very satisfying for aggressive men. During a
previous match my winning team hand crushed all the opponents’ balls. Bravo! I wonder whether such a rule will apply today. I have to choose five
members whose balls deserve to be crushed. I double checked balls in the
crowded dressing room. Our opponents wear green skull caps. There’s no surprise. Yes, their balls are ready for crushing. Their team
leader Max has a nice looking circumcised cock. The locker room attendants
smile when they catch me eyeing off the display of balls. The attendant
wearing a whistle blows it. “Form
up on either side of the pool. Blue skull caps to the right, green skull caps
opposite. About three steps from the edge.” Each team has fifteen
members plus the leader. Dino, accompanied by four swimmers wearing black
skull caps, inspects the lineup closely. His two bodyguards kept their
distance—a pity because their cocks were whoppers. The
swimmers focused on Dino’s stetson hat rather than
his impressive cock and balls. Dino addressed the teams
separately. “In
a few minutes step forward to the pool edge. On the command every swimmer will
piss into the water. That’s so you can swallow the piss as you tackle
opponents.” My balls tightened at the
prospect of drowning in piss. It’s true that on
occasion I enjoyed pissing men with hairy chests and rubbing the piss into
the hairs. “ Your
leaders will choose swimmers for the opening, ball crushing, sport. The
swimmers wearing black skull caps will assist in capturing targets. For
example, they are experienced in exposing balls for crushing whilst the
target is upside down. In return the players are expected to pulp the balls.
Move into position.” The pool attendant with the
whistle looked happy as he surveyed the display of cocks and balls at the
edge of the pool. He held his cock in one hand whilst he held the whistle. “Hold
your cocks. Ready to piss?” He blows the whistle.
Thirty six cocks piss into the standard size pool. The piss takes a few
minutes to merge with the chlorine. Max and I quickly choose
the players for the ball crushing, line them up at opposite ends of the pool.
The pool attendant hands the whistle to Dino. A black skull cap swimmer
interrupts Dino. “The
attendant’s big balls deserve to be crushed. Permission. How about it?” Dino looked closely at the
attendant’s big balls. He reframed the issue. “Attendant.
The expert ball crusher has recommended you join in the opening sport? I can
see why. Be a sport. You are expected to crush balls. As a special concession
you can crush balls from both teams. Sounds good, eh?” The attendant remembered
how Dino ruthlessly fought attackers. The black skull cap swimmer walked over
to the attendant, grasped his balls. “Dino
is giving you a macho opportunity to prove yourself a man. We will help you.
Let’s start by getting your cock erect.” He raises his voice. “Ball
crushers. Hold the nearest cock. Join
the attendant in spurting cum into the pool.” Eleven ball crushers
grasped the cocks. I enjoyed watching the newly erected cocks take their time
before they spurted into the pool. The black skull cap swimmer escorted the
attendant to the deeper section. They dived in together, tread water whilst
swimmers advanced in both directions. A second black skull cap swimmer joined
them. Will,
green skull cap, an energetic ball crusher. I ordered my four sportsmen
to dive in, advance to the deeper section of the pool and attack. We
swallowed some piss in diving in but what the heck? Two of us tackled a blue
skull cap wearer. One pinned him from behind despite his struggle to break
free. I was impressed with our second sportsman using both hands to crush the
balls. The two black skull cap
swimmers captured one of the blue skull caps. To our surprise they upended
him to expose his balls. The attendant proved himself a man when he crushed
the balls. As expected the upended swimmer swallowed a lot of water. He chucked it out when he surfaced. I lost a sportsman when two
blue skull caps captured him. They kept him spread out lengthways on the
surface. The balls were ready for crushing. Two of us closed in on the
attendant who resisted our advances. He knew exactly what we were going to
do. We shared crushing his balls. Then Dino shouted on a
megaphone. “Taste
the piss. Show us as you swallow.” I cannot accurately relate
the rest of the sport. The sharp feeling as a blue skull cap crushed my balls
was unbelievably exciting in spite of the pain. The crushing of my balls was
the highlight of my macho life. I enjoyed it more than crushing other balls.
I nearly drowned. When I surfaced the black skull cap wearers had manoeuvred the sportsmen into a circle from which they
could not escape. I watched the facial expressions of one of my sportsmen.
His mouth opened wide as he registered the shock as his balls were crushed
underwater. He was tired after treading water for an extended period of time.
Two attackers slowly lowered him into the piss flavoured
pool water. The playful mood
dissipated. The black skull cap wearers assisted the last two to crush each
other’s balls before they ducked them. There was a
scramble to drown sportsmen. Energetic couples upturned sportsmen holding
their legs up in the air. They tried to expel the piss but their wide open
mouths swallowed. The attendant begged to be-spared. No way. The group
drowned. I must have been the last.
I attacked one of the black skull cap wearers. He didn’t expect me to grasp his big balls. I had to use both hands to hold
the big balls. I was exposing myself to risk. Crunch! I crushed the balls. He
put his hands around my neck, applied pressure. I expected him to strangle or
drown me. Instead he shouted. “My
balls. He’s crushed my balls!” Max,
green skull cap leader, congratulates Will. Will is hero of the moment
for crushing the balls of a black skull cap sportsman. Dino specially chose
them for their experience and expertise. Heaven knows how Dino will react. In
fact I suspect he is relieved that at last an outsider crushed the balls of
one of them. Their performance in a previous terminal sports event was reported
to be careless. It wouldn’t surprise me if Dino
hopes the sportsmen will drown them today. That said Will will
be given a guard of honour of a parade around the
pool. I enjoyed being a guard in
previous terminal sports. We were naked, cocks and balls flopping as we
carried the naked hero on our shoulders. The custom was to reward the hero in
various ways. The most popular way was to cut off the cock
and balls and shove them into his mouth. Great stuff! One of the bodyguards
passed on Dino’s orders. The honour
guard will drown him in this pool. Dino wants most of us to swallow piss. So
be it! I chose five splendid
guards with impressive cocks to join me. Dino’s
routine includes all sportsmen milking their cocks into the water. A wind
gust blows his stetson hat into the pool. A daring
blue skull cap wearer spurts over it. The two teams step into the
shallow, opposite, ends of the pool. The guard raises Will onto their
shoulders, proceeds through the water. The blue skull cap wearers are
permitted to hold Will’s cock and crushed
balls as the guard passes. Dino blows a whistle when the guard return to the
deeper, pool, depth. That’s the signal. The guards turn him upside down,
position the legs upright, lower his head under the water. Will writhes the
legs in all directions, swallowing the piss. The drowning takes a few
minutes. The three black skull cap
wearers spread out across the pool. They accept the fact that they are now
targets. Dino blows a second whistle to start the main sport. The two teams
advance towards one another. I hear the other leader pep talking his members.
Dino and the two bodyguards walk well away from the pool ledge. I wondered
whether they would really protect Dino in the event of an emergency. Stanley is the name of the
other leader. Somebody claimed he was ex-marine. Nice cock and balls at a
distance. Stanley
leads the pool battle. My
team members tread the deep water without tiring. They use their strong legs
to pin their targets in readiness for drowning. They stop occasionally to
crush balls even when erect cocks are in the way. I realise
that the black skull cap wearers must be terminated. They are separated. In
theory this makes it easy. In fact they are experienced killers ready to
fight To the Last Man. I tasked three pairs to challenge them. The results
were sobering. The first pair lacked the strength to hold him in position.
Instead his strong hands gripped their necks. Strangling was the last thing
they expected. They did expect to swallow piss. The second pair tried kicking
their target in the balls. He reciprocated. Ouch! The third pair locked their
target. The problem was their target locked them. Green skull cap members
took advantage of their vulnerability. Crushing balls was the easy part. The
difficulty was keeping their mouths open to swallow the piss. I lost a total
of four men for one target. Not an impressive result. That leaves six men
versus the rest. A full frontal attack? It’s worth a try. Both teams have the same idea. They concentrated on
the deeper part of the pool. Dino used the megaphone
once again. “Looking
good. Advance to kill on the count of three. One…two…three.” Dino blows the whistle. The
teams meet, scramble. Two versus one is the opening strategy. The two black
skull cap wearers move in like sharks to finish off the kill. It’s
not supposed to happen but my cock erects. I put my hand out to feel a nearby
cock. It too is erect. Our hands grasp both cocks and pull. Immediately the
opponent sighs I crush his balls. Presto! He has the same idea. He crushes my
marine balls. The sharp pain is incredible but elates me. Now that my hands
are spare I lock onto and squeeze his neck. He returns the favour. How long will I last before I lose consciousness?
My, it’s a relief when he goes first. Two green skull cap wearers
captured a black skull cap wearer. They turned him upside down, pulped his
balls whilst he swallowed. His legs twisted and turned for the last few
minutes. Dino announces. “The
skirmish is now a free-for-all. Go to it!” A black skull cap wearer
shouted “To the Last Man!” Two of my men decided to
change his plan but the outcome of the fight was unpredictable. He crushed
both sets of balls, knocked them on the head, and pushed them under. I guess
they had it coming. The stragglers went into a
frenzy—a whirlwind of men swallowing piss flavoured water. Two of my men tackled the other leader.
He didn’t take it kindly. He crushed one set of balls but missed out on the
second. The two men crushed his balls before drowning him. I was determined to enjoy
the last few drownings. Now I’m an expert at ducking
men with erect cocks. There is no surprise. After all I’m an ex-fully trained
marine, the Second Last Man facing a black skull cap wearer. I like the
ferociousness of his facial expression. I’m looking forward to crushing his
balls. The Last Man is no big
deal. With the help of his security guards Dino is guaranteed to crush the
Last Man’s balls before he drowns him. I envy the future
swimming teams who have the opportunity to crush Dino’s big balls. There is a surprise
interruption. Gustavo, the syndicate boss, arrived with two fighters plus two
bodyguards—all with bulges. “Greetings
Dino. I have brought you two fighters. They want to crush balls and drown
macho men.” “As
it happens I have two swimmers ready to fight as soon as your fighters strip
naked. I assume their balls are ready to be crushed.” “The
bodyguards and I will strip naked as a courtesy.” “You
just want to show off your hairy chest.” “The
bodyguards have the hairy chests plus whopper cocks. A client is sponsoring a
cock and ball cutting festival. I nominated them. They are hoping to win the
Cock Cutting Trophy of the Year.” “The
swimming teams who played terminal sports today lined up on the pool edge,
pissed and milked their cocks into the water.
I recommend your fighters follow their example.” Gustavo passed the message
on. The fighters dropped their clothes in a heap. They were uncomfortable
about taking their shoes off. They inserted their castration knives in them
just in case. Gustavo assessed that the opponents in the water would have no
weapons. After all bare hands crushed balls and strangled necks. Dino improvised. They could
all enter the pool, encircle the fighters and watch at close range. The
fighters stood on the pool edge, stroked their balls, adjusted the direction
of their cocks, pissed into the water. Gustavo shouted “We want to see you milk each other’s cock.” They were embarrassed for a
moment then held the cocks as they erected. The size of the cocks was run of
the mill but the spurting was prolific. Gustavo was satisfied. They dived
into the pool. Dino blew the start whistle. I watched the black skull
cap wearer advance on one of the new fighters. It was a surprise attack. He used
a wrestling move sleeper to knock the fighter unconscious then lowered him
into the water. Gustavo could see the bubbles rising to the surface for the
last few minutes. The bubbles stopped. The fighter and I joined
forces. The fighter fisted the black skull cap wearer who went ballistic. I
crushed the balls as I faced him. He grabbed my balls but they had already
been crushed. That confused him. The fighter ducked him, held him down as he
swallowed the piss. I hadn’t a clue how to tackle the remaining fighter. Treading in the deep
water became a problem. We both swallowed. I was surprised when he faced me
and wrapped his legs around me. His cock and balls were exposed immediately
in front of me. I realised he wanted me to crush
his balls. It’s great when you can do a favour. He
put his hands around my neck, applied pressure to strangle me. It was touch
and go as I drifted in and out of consciousness. Abruptly his hands lost
their strength. I seized the opportunity to push his head deep into the
water. Gustavo turned to Dino. “I
will prepare an employment contract for the winner. He will be a star in
terminal sports.” So, I was rescued at the
last minute. A lucky swimmer may crush Dino’s
balls in future terminal swimming carnivals. Best of luck for the two
bodyguards. I envy them going to the next cocks and balls cutting festival. |
