Neri

Necktie Party initiation

Brad’s the name. I’m over six feet tall wearing the cowboy boots. Chest hair draws attention to my belly button. Skewering a bellybutton is not my scene but I appreciate the buddies who reminisce about bayonetting the enemy in their military service.

I found my special talent by surprise. A stranger in town invited me to join him at a Necktie Party. These were infrequent in this part of the woods. Twenty or so barechested men stood in front of a makeshift gallows. I guess the stranger in town assessed my muscles. My initiation required me to lift the man to be hanged.

Another man had already prepared and positioned the noose around the man’s neck.

“There must be a mistake. I am not guilty. Help!”

A third man removed the cock and balls. He fingered the knob.

“Let’s see how the cock erects and spurts whilst you are hanging. I believe the last spurt is fantastic.”

The grip in my hands coupled with the strong shoulder made the slow lift memorable. I got excited as the noose tightened at the top of the gallows. The tongue thrust out. The cock erected. Yes. It was true. The cock spurted over another man’s hairy chest and across his blade. A few of the twenty men shouted.

“Cut the balls off!”

Owen with the moustache and hairy chest brought up the castration knife from the side of his boots. He removed the blade from its leather casing. He raised it so all could see. Next he held the balls for a minute before he cut them off.

“It’s your turn to cut the cock off.”

The stranger obliged. Fantastic sight!

My cock shot upright like a pole. The man in front of me said “Man. You have an impressive bulge. Show us.” He put his hand down my front and retrieved the now erect cock and balls.

“Look at his knob. Wait. He’s hiding bull size balls. Shall we cut them off?”

My cock shuddered at the threat before it spurted. The man collected the cum and rubbed it into my chest.

“Your initiation in our Necktie Party has impressed us. You hauled the hanging man, watched his hanging and the cutting off his cock and balls. We expect you to join in our future hangings.”

That’s how I joined the hanging circuit. I hung men in three modest hanging matches. I improved my lifting technique before I was invited to take part in the Fair Day Festival hanging event. Every man in the hanging area will be naked except for cowboy boots. It’s essential to display cocks and balls ready to respond to the noose. Shortly before starting time representatives from the knife manufacturer will issue castration knives to all. I was sceptical of their claim that the blade of this knife was calibrated to cut off cocks and balls. The blades seemed ordinary but would do the job.

I aspired to be the team captain but the Fair Day sponsors chose Hugh. There were fifteen players in each team. The referees were free-lance, not tied to any team. I gather players could target them. Hugh was supremely physically fit with a background of killing men in a military unit.

The other team Captain remained a mystery until the opening.

The Fair Day organisers extended the gallows area to accommodate the two teams plus the spectators. This year twenty selected spectators are allowed providing they meet criteria. First of all the team captains can choose them at any moment to join in the hangings; those who miss out on the hangings will fight a free-for-all. Details are to be advised but I suspect spectators will focus on ball crushing and cutting plus cocks. Maybe To the Last Cock and Balls.

I was daunted at the prospect of my hanging but, truth to tell, it would happen sooner or later. The nooses were a combination of fixed and loose. The fixed were easier to apply; however, the loose were more flexible. During the last match the hammers to secure pegs became an impromptu weapon for ball crushing.

The organisers expected the two teams to fight until they were exhausted. There was no stop plan. I suspect they wanted to totally eliminate one team before declaring a win. Was I fighting in a winning team? None the less I sensed that all men in the gallows area were determined to enjoy the hanging.

The knife manufacturer supplied Trent and Marco to issue the knives. To use a cliche they were an instant knockout. They were tall with strong necks and shoulders ideal for a hanging event. I wondered whether they would join in. Their cocks and balls certainly looked ready for cutting. I shared this sentiment with other team members.

The other team Captain fronted up with his men. My. What a display of thick necks ideal for the noose. They professionally inserted the knives into the side of their boots. I saw Owen from my necktie party initiation. His cock and balls looked as if they were ready for his hanging. What a treat!

Hugh, our team Captain, overheard Larry extending an invitation to the knife team. He didn’t want Trent and Marco to feel left out. Welcome to our modest hanging event. Of particular interest is the follow up where the spectators challenge each other to cut off cocks and balls. Trent and Marco knew management expected them join in. The work experience was necessary for promotion for the sales force. They wondered why knifing belly buttons was not mentioned. Perhaps it will just happen in the course of the combat. They had a personal interest. During their last assignment they scored one belly button each.They asked Larry whether knifing belly buttons could be included. Larry said that he would encourage the spectators.

Five gallows construction workers requested permission to join in. They were brainwashed as they built the gallows and resolved to take part. Larry placed them in the second team where they were welcome to boost the team numbers. The two referees would host the group hangings. However, they put the hard word on Larry. He deserved a noose. If hanging was good enough for them, well, he should join his mates.

Both teams assembled in front of gallows. They merged so that they could get some idea of their competitors. The spectators remained on the planks. Timothy, the other team Captain, addressed the assembly.

“Men. Many years ago Edwin and Walter pioneered male hanging events. We continue their legacy today using current nooses and gallows. All together shout to show your respect as you join in the hanging.

To the hanging legend of Edwin and Walter shout! hip hip hoorah

In memory of the many hanged men shout! hip hip hoorah

For those men we are about to hang shout!” hip hip hoorah

Timothy stepped forth into the crowd, put his hand under a competitor’s erect cock. “That’s the spirit—erect cocks to face the gallows. Any comments Hugh?”

“ Aim for a slow drop rather than a quick neck break. The cocks are guaranteed to spurt profusely. Timothy and I agreed on hunting and capturing rules. One against one, two against one, three against one, two, any combination as long as somebody hangs.

Referees stand tall so that everybody can see you. Walk over to them if you want to take part in a group hanging. They would like twelve men primed for hanging. The exciting twist is the referees will select the first six for hanging at the last minute.

We all have plans to attend to the erect cocks. Trent and Marco issued you with a knife. Use it when you have the opportunity. I am assured to see so many erect cocks. Timothy will blow the opening whistle.”

Larry, a Fair Day organiser, took control. He nominated Paul, a referee, to escort the spectators to the timber planks to sit on surrounded by gallows. They laughed when they inspected the knives. Patrick boasted.

“The knives cannot cut a burger let alone my bull-sized balls.”

Paul knew better from his experience in a ball cutting club. They bought and tried budget blades to see which worked. At the club’s annual event he excelled winning Ball Cutter of the Year. Now he was apprehensive because he didn’t want to lose his big cock and balls. Tough! The spectators’ mission was, maybe, to cut them off.

Both teams were tense as they awaited the sound. Timothy had to adjust his bull-sized balls away from the erect cock. Timothy blew the whistle.

The team Captains were expected to set an example, show their team members what was expected of them. Timothy grabbed one of Hugh’s team members and dragged him towards the gallows. Other members interfered. Nevertheless the fixed noose proved a godsend. Timothy raised the member as the noose tightened. He held on as the neck positioned itself. A fellow member locked the ropes into place. Now the hanging settled into a routine. The hanging man’s cock sprung to attention. He thrust his legs outwards. The cock spurted as he lost consciousness.

Hugh spoke to a shy member whose cock was dribbling.

“What’s wrong?”

“I’m wetting my pants in fear except that I am not wearing pants.”

Hugh put his arm around the shoulder, guided him towards a fixed noose.

“Relax. I will solve your problem.”

He tightened the noose and pulled hard. The member about to hang tried to thank Hugh but his airwaves clamped shut. The noose cut into the neck. He struggled as he felt the pressure on his cock and balls. He wanted to scratch them. In the distance he saw other members starting to hang. My. Hanging was sexy.

Paul was excited to watch the cocks of two spectators prematurely discharge. It was an indication that the spectators were enjoying watching the hangings.

The referees were surprised by the response. Sixteen members reported for hanging duty. They occupied an entire section of the gallows. They needed shifts: eight, four and two. No problem. None the less some of the members were anxious. Their cocks were dribbling. The referees found this exciting.

“My, my.Your erect cock tells us that you are ready for hanging.”

The second referee chose eight members by squeezing their Adam’s apples. They walked across to the fixed nooses. The noosers slipped a noose around their neck.

“Grip the ropes. Steady your feet. Can everybody hear me? This is a group activity. Altogether now after the count of three. One…two…three. Pull the ropes. The nooses are locked around the necks. Raise until the necks are locked in position at the hanging beam.”

Albert got quite excited as his target struggled to breathe, kicked his legs wildly into the air and poked his tongue out. The cock shot out ready for the final ejaculation.

“That’s what I want to see!”

Albert’s cock readied for a joint spurting. Both cocks spurted. The target lost consciousness. Albert was ready for his own hanging.

The referees left the eight hanging and moved the remaining eight to new fixed noose positions. There was an unexpected episode where a member went berserk. He unsheathed and whipped out his knife, grabbed the nearest set of balls. Would he cut them? His target reciprocated. Two knives lined up to cut balls. The first referee was a cut balls man so he understood what was happening. The balls were big and worth cutting. The knives sliced off the balls. The two emasculated members still had their hangings as well as another two members.

The referees decided the last two could fight it out between them. The fight was dirty, brutal but who cares? The noose did its job leaving one survivor.

Hugh moved across to the spectators. He ordered Paul to select six spectators to join in the main noosing teams. Paul chose the two who had prematurely discharged plus four of whom he was wary. He kept Patrick who complained that the knife would not cut off his bull-sized balls. He intended to cut them off if the opportunity presented itself.

Trent and Marco brazenly interrupted five members who were hunting two members. Not welcome. The five turned their hunting skills onto the knife representatives. The five took a few minutes to secure the fixed nooses then you can guess the rest. They decided to use the knives to cut off the cocks and balls. Timothy could return them to the boss of the knife manufacturer. It’s a big ask whether Timothy survives hanging today let alone keeps his cock and balls intact.

I know you have forgotten me, Brad. That’s the way I like it. I fought and hanged four members. I didn’t want to attract too much attention. Both the team Captains insist on thanking designated members such as the referees and Larry. I expect Hugh will ask me to help noosing them.

I wondered what Paul was up to with the spectators. They were pinning down and toying with a spectator on the timber plank. From a distance I saw a knife plunge into the belly button. I shuddered when I realised it could have been me. Cutting cocks and balls is now routine for me but knifing belly buttons alarms me.

In a reversal of fortune Patrick with the bull-sized balls cut off Paul’s cock and balls. He then shoved the cock into Paul’s mouth with the knob in front. Paul struggled to balance the cock. He lost. The cock stuck in his throat. He choked. This was no surprise as the cock was super sized.

Trent and Marco would have been pleased with the subsequent knife spree by the surviving twelve. Timothy tried to interfere and persuade them to hang.

“Bugger off before we cut off your cock and balls.”

They quickly decided on a basic elimination competition. To give themselves more space to fight they moved in between the gallows. They formed a circle facing opponents, unshielded the knives. Two fighters stepped inside the circle. This was close quarter combat. Two fighters stood in front of each other, a hand stretched to highlight the erect cocks and balls. Immediately the cocks shot they brought their knives down. They needed an additional thrust to cut the balls off. They had to put away their knives in order to shove the cut cocks into their mouths.

Twelve members finished with cut cocks jutting out of their mouths. Hugh would have liked a postcard but he was preoccupied with future hangings.

The referees resisted their hanging even though they expected it. The street wise members chased them as the referees ducked hanging bodies, All were surprised when their cocks erected during the chase. This time the hangers used loose nooses requiring specialists to hammer pegs. The two specialists had their own agenda. After they secured the hanging ropes they attacked one another. The hammers crushed their balls before they too were hanged.

Larry watched the referees’ hanging whilst his erect cock spurted. The referees’ cocks put on a good display. Larry was caught off guard by an attacker. The knife plunged into his belly button. He doubled over in pain. Hugh assessed that hanging him was the right thing to do. He beckoned me to help. I started by hunting down the attacker. Fortunately his knife was stuck in Larry’s belly button. He was a difficult target to line up with a noose. I noticed that his belly button was an attractive target. I unsheathed my knife, ready to plunge. Bulls eye! Both his and Larry’s hanging proved to be straight forward.

A few of the surviving members gathered under the gallows for a chat. They were not displeased with the Team Captains. On the contrary they thought they did a splendid job. It was their duty to thank them in the time honoured way. They would hang them. First, they had to hunt and capture them.

Timothy and Hugh were slightly disappointed that so far the members refrained from challenging them. That was about to change. The menacing posse split into two groups with a single directive to hang the Team Captains. The ferocity of the hunting, capturing and manhandling excited them. Unknown hands clutched the cocks and balls. It was too easy to line them up with nooses. I was given the task of noosing Timothy who was looking forward to his hanging. His erect cock certainly looked forward to the last cum. I gather Hugh’s hanging went smoothly. A member souvenired his big balls.

The next period was uncertain and dangerous. Mopping up is stressful for the members who imagined they would be spared from hanging. No such luck! Four members rounded up for hanging. Another two members decided to cut their balls and cocks before their hanging.

Somebody reminded me to collect the cocks and balls of Trent and Marco. It’s not going to happen. The knives could be recycled for a future event. I would like to fight in a future event but the posse approaching me has other plans. My erect cock is ready to face the gallows.