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Umpires in Cut Club
Sgt. Popov, veteran cock and ball killer, prepares for another
Military Cattle Cut Clubengagement. Tuesday, 15 October 2013 Sgt. Popov’s torso looked good in the barrack’s showers. His chest was
hairless and his muscles firm. He handled his cock and balls to ensure they
were intact. They felt good. He especially liked the Military Cattle Cut Club
activities. He felt at home as opposing soldiers threatened his fully erect
cock with sharp blades. He hoped that the Club organizers would choose
serrated blade edges in a future activity. Back in the barracks he pawed over
magazines showing the latest knives and fantasised
about using them. The military authorities permit Club activities: soldiers are trained
to kill and be killed. The small number of casualties is minuscule in the big
picture. It’s convenient to cull soldiers and even officers from time to
time. The difficulty is in combining the fetish enthusiasts with the cock
fodder. Capt. Bate stuffed up during his last operations on the battlefield.
The commander chose not to formally discipline him: instead he contacted the
Club, had a discreet conversation. Whenever a commander recommended an
officer to the Club it was immediately assumed that the officer was not
required to return to duty. Club records showed that the Capt. had a big
circumcised cock. Barracks rumour claimed it was
monstrous in size--well, soldiers exaggerate. The Club may have been on the
lookout for monstrous sized cocks but they were few and far in the military.
Soldiers fantasised about cutting off monstrous
sized cocks but only a few achieved the goal. Some fighters thought that the
soldiers forced to choke on these cocks were lucky. Capt. Bate was a veteran
cock and ball killer: as a Lt. he took part in one engagement. Somehow he had
been overlooked or not available for further engagements until now. The Club
had any number of mentors willing to refresh his memory and blade skills. The
mentor issue was easily solved. Maj. Wembley took
Capt. Bate and other officers likely to fight in the next engagement under
his wing. The Maj.’s cock was by far the biggest amongst the officers. Sgt.'s
and other ranks would recklessly put themselves in danger in order to slice
off such a prized cock. Their immediate orders required a visit to the barbers. The Maj. had
briefed the barbers to prompt the officers to discuss their enthusiasm or
lack of it for Club activities. The barbers insisted that the officers expose
their cocks as they cut the hair. Then, they taunted the officers about
slicing off their cocks. A Lt nominated to support the Maj. took photographs.
The Lt. processed them and added them to a collage on the main wall. The
collage was a collection of cock and ball photos taken from previous Club
recruits. The barbers speculated about whether the cocks and balls were still
intact. After the barber finished cutting their hair they reported to the
parade ground outside Classroom G located in the building beside the training
oval . The Maj.’s first parade was typical Club formation. Dress of the Day
was camouflage field cap and trousers, boots, sox, combat knife in a holster.
They didn’t need other weapons at this point. The Lt. who photographed the
officers in the barbers accompanied the Maj. and took notes during the
inspection. The Maj. noticed the bulge behind the Lt’s camouflage trousers
and decided the Lt. would fight soon. The size of the Lt’s cock was second only
to the Maj. The size of the proposed Club engagement determined the number of
officers required. The Maj. was comfortable with limited combat where he
would be excluded from fighting. The Club authorities had ambitious ideas
which involved a larger number of fighters. The Club was concerned about
complacency: its activities were intermittent and members caught up in
genuine combat. It was difficult to maintain motivation. The Maj. was a good
example of a complacent officer: he had lost touch with the face-to-face
knife thrust required to slice off a set of cock and balls. He was a veteran
but that was long, long ago. The Maj. surprised the officers when he ordered them to report after
the parade for a forced run followed by a swim. The officers didn’t have a
change of uniform on hand. Therefore, the Maj. ordered them to strip naked
but put on their boots again. This way everybody could look at each other’s
cocks. The Maj. wanted them to see his big cock. Well. They got the message.
They also wondered who would be lucky enough to score his big cock and balls
in a Club engagement. The Lt. assisting the Maj. had the next biggest cock.
Capt. Bate came third. There were two other Captains plus six Lt’s. It was
unlikely that eleven officers would be needed to run a normal Club
engagement. Nevertheless it was important to maintain combat ready fitness. By arrangement the Maj. asked the Military Policemen to join in the
forced run. The MPs provided a Sgt, two Cpls and
eight strapping Ptes. The MPs duties consisted of
protecting the Club engagements from outsider intrusions as well as stopping
would-be escapees. A few months ago the MPs captured six outsiders who proved
to be non-military. They were given a blunt choice: fight, take your chances
and in the event of survival enlist in the military. The regular soldiers
took great delight in slicing off four sets of cocks and balls. The remaining
two outsiders took to fighting, scored two sets of cocks and balls and agreed
to enlist both in the military and in the Club. There were few escapee
attempts from the Club members. They were basically in tune with slicing off
cocks and balls. The MPs had full permission to work over any escapees. No
questions were ever asked but usually the severed cocks were stuffed into the
dead soldiers’ mouths. The bureaucrats wrote these casualties off as KIA. From time to time the MPs kept trophy necklaces with severed cocks
strung. On this occasion the MP Sgt wore a trophy necklace across his hairy
chest. His MP comrades envied him; the Maj. declared that a similar trophy
could be worn in future Club engagements. One officer, a brash Lt., smiled
because he had already worn such a trophy necklace. His cock went rigid as he
remembered the event. He may not have had a hairy chest but the trophy
necklace looked good on him. The Club occasionally had a
surplus of soldiers raring to go into the danger zone. The Lt. was cocky.
What was his name? Lt. Trumlock. The Club
engagements thrive when soldiers enjoy the activities. Infrequently the Club
engagements specified that the winning side is expected to execute all
members of the losing side. Lt. Trumlock considered
this a good start for a lucky day. The opposing sides consisted of a Lt. each
leading twenty soldiers. An MP marksman presented the winning side Lt. with
the trophy necklace. The engagement itself had memorable fights with an
unusual number of survivors. Nevertheless the Lt’s had agreed beforehand that
the losing team would be executed. Lt. Trumlock
took great pleasure in slicing off the other Lt’s cock and balls. The
survivors of his side reinforced the pleasure by stuffing cocks into the
mouths of the losing side members. At the conclusion of this engagement the
winning side had to collect and place the bodies in regulation military body
bags. Lt. Trumlock’s duties included matching up
tags with the bodies. It wasn’t that the military really cared but the
paperwork had to be done. Perhaps the Lt. over-reached his authority. He
noticed that four of the winning soldiers had hard-ons.
He goaded them to piss over the bodies. This turned him on. He joined in the
group piss. The MP Sgt organised
a water polo match for the runners at the dam. Two MP officers were already
at the dam to act as umpires. The intention was strictly to provide a
legitimate venue where officers and privates could rough up each other’s
cocks and balls. At the same time they would swallow lots of water. Maj. Wembley had few opportunities to hands-on soldiers’ cocks
and balls. apt. Bate quickly cottoned on to the match. For a few minutes the
players disappeared underneath the water. They quickly grabbed cocks and
balls at random and pulled. The two MP officers joined in without saying a
word. As it happened they pulled off two officers. In turn these officers went
down on them underwater. They gagged when the cocks shot and had to
resurface. They spat out the cum to the amusement of all. Maj. Wembley spoke the first word. “Retrieve the water polo
balls. Then, everybody out of the water. Form up ready to return to base.” The two MP Cpls and eight Ptes looked sheepish after their anonymous group sex
encounter. The MP Sgt took it in his stride. After all the necklace remained
around across his chest. The two MP officers assumed leadership of the MP
group and returned to their base in another direction. They felt pleased with
themselves after their cocks shot. Maj. Wembley
now had the official orders to prepare for a Club event. He was pleased that
they had a forbidden sexual encounter. The Club decided that Capt. Bate
needed extra tuition before the Club event. He was ordered to report after
tonight’s dinner in his wet camouflage trousers, boots and cap. An officer he
had never met with an indeterminate rank greeted him. A range of sharp blades
sat on the table. The officer politely asked him to pick up each blade and
give an assessment. He wanted him to choose the most effective weapon to use
in the forthcoming Club event. There really was little difference: each blade
would slice off cocks and balls with ease. The officer then outlined how to
treat shirkers, how to decide on Rules of Engagement. For instance, did he
want to fight a match where the losing side was executed? What were his
feelings on this matter? Was he concerned, afraid or looking forward to
executing the losing side? How confident was he slicing off cocks and balls?
Yes, the Club knows that your cock responds to the danger. The two of them
laughed. Good luck, and by the way, you might be in a position where you have
to slice off Maj. Wembley’s cock and balls. Don’t
hesitate because he has instructions to slice off your cock and balls if
necessary. It’s important to remember that the Club is providing a venue
where all these officers and soldiers can work out their blade fantasies.
Most of them respond to the danger with hard cocks. It’s important for you to
encourage them at every level. Maybe they will protect you, maybe not. The Club was flexible about
Dress of the Day. Bare chests, knives and boots were de rigour.
The knives were tucked into the sides of boots. Occasionally the Club
permitted soldiers to wear full camouflage trousers. This introduced a level
of difficulty opening up the front trousers to expose cocks and balls. It
works where the soldiers spontaneously support one another, capture targets,
turn them upside down to rip the front open. There is another option here: the stores have a limited supply of
camouflage trousers where the front has been cut open like a pair of cowboy
chaps. The quartermaster requires twenty four hours notice. The third option
is the usual: naked with full exposure of cocks and balls. An optional extra
is a coloured cap or upper arm band to distinguish
sides. This would be required if you intend to execute the losing side. The
MPs have arranged for personnel from a specialised
medical unit to place the bodies in regulation body bags and collect them for
disposal. It’s usual to award the winning team members an official Military
Cut Club knife for personal use. Personnel like Sgt. Popov collect these
knives. You will discover that the Sgt. is tops at slicing off soldiers’
cocks and balls. Even the Club hierarchy is impressed. Of course sooner or
later another soldier will get lucky and slice off the Sgt’s cock and balls.
I need an answer tomorrow morning. The Club anticipates that the opposing
team will arrive within the next few days. It consists of a number of Club
event veterans in addition to first blood soldiers. They are eager to excel
at cutting off cocks and balls. On this occasion you make the decision about
Dress of the Day and Rules of Engagement. Maj. Wembley
decides where and when. The Club maintains cock killing sites all with
maximum security. Capt. Bate requested the officer. “ I notice the bulge in your
trousers as we spoke of the forth coming Club event. Come on. Show me your
cock.” “Sure,” the officer said as he opened up the front of his camouflage
trousers. “And the balls.” The cock was big. The balls were super-sized. A lucky
soldier would choke on them. “You must be proud of them. Club members dream of slicing off such
cocks and balls.” “Well, that’s the way it goes. The Club guarantees that all members
have a fair share of the action. My supervisor nominated me for an international
match. Believe it or not soldiers from other countries share our interest.” “I guess you want to see my cock,” Capt. Bate pulled out his cock and
balls. “My word. The Maj. and you win the biggest cock competition of the
day. I think the Maj’s cock is slightly bigger than
yours. The top of the shaft is the best position for slicing off the whole
cock. Point this out to the soldiers in your team. I have to attend to other
matters now. Remember I want your answer tomorrow morning about Dress of the
Day and Rules of Engagement.” Maj. Wembley
had a deadline to choose the cock killing site. He decided to take a recce
with the Lt. assistant. His superiors agreed that the Lt. could fight. The
truth was he envied the Lt. having a big cock and a career ahead of him. It
would be a treat for a soldier to cut off the Lt’s cock and balls. Broadly
speaking the number of fighters would be around forty plus officers and
extras such as umpires. Next morning a Pte driver reported for duty
to collect the two officers. Yes sir! No sir! The driver took them off to the
cock killing sites. The Maj. had overlooked specifying what the driver was to
wear. He ordered the Pte to remove his shirt and
drive bare-buff. The driver’s chest was non-hairy. The first site was a standard
sports oval suitable for a team match. Soldiers enjoyed close-quarter
fighting. Willing umpires would be required. This was easier said than done.
Past matches got out of hand. The umpires were dragged into the matches.
Members of a losing side simply sliced off umpire cocks and balls on the
spot. The ground surface was flat and unchallenging. The Maj. preferred
obstacles, ambushes and unrestrained action. For this reason he liked the
second site where patrols covered a larger area thick with vegetation and
trees. A number of ambush sites were already in place. The disadvantage was
that the cock kills would only be seen by a few and that the bodies would be
spread over a large area. The third site thrilled and alarmed him at first
sight. The driver drove up to a ramshackle military building. The cock
killing area was inside a cage wired from floor to ceiling. It was somewhat
dark as there was no electrical lighting. Once the fighters were in position
inside the cage the umpires could lock the gates. The Club used this site
mainly for a free-for-all melee. Soldiers fought on until the Last Man
Standing. Again the fighting was closequarter. The
Maj. was very tempted to choose the third site but he knew nothing about the
fighting capabilities of the soldiers taking part. The cage was for seasoned
killers. By way of contrast Club members were focused on cock killing. The Lt. asked the driver whether he would fight with Spartacus as a
gladiator. The driver said he would fight as a gladiator but preferred to fight
as a legionnaire in the official Roman army. Spartacus was a bit suss liking women rather than cock. Good answer. The Lt.
commented “…and you like cock? Up the arse or in
the mouth?” The driver said: “Sir! I’m butch and fuck soldiers up the arse. If you look up my military record you will see that
I fought the real enemy. I took great pleasure in slicing off two sets of
enemy cocks and balls. I tried to bring them back to barracks but customs
confiscated them.” The Lt. continued: “The MPs have a necklace made out of cocks. When
available the Club gets the senior officer to wear one during a match and
presents one to outstanding cock killers. I’m sure the Club will give you the
chance to excel as a cock killer.” Maj. Wembley’s
decision was predictable: he chose the cage. He was unlikely to survive to
fight another day. He might as well go down with as many soldiers as
possible. Nevertheless he would insist on umpires. At this time he did not
know whether Capt. Bate had decided on executing the losing side. If the cage
fight went according to his thinking there would be neither a winning nor
losing side. Many soldiers would slice off cocks and balls. The advantage of
the cage was it promoted uncompromising close-quarter fighting. There was a small pool of umpires. They were really tough, physically
fit and experts with blades. Umpiring was an excuse for them to join in the
action. They could attack fighters from both sides. They excelled at
physically assisting fighters to complete a cock kill. They wore black
football shorts, arm bands and caps. This was partly why they were
vulnerable. Soldiers easily pull down shorts. Exposed cocks and balls are an easy target. The Club gave them the
orders to umpire a specific event. They had no choice. The umpires expected
fighting in the cage to be ruthless. Capt.Bate’s
decision was conventional. He opted for teams to wear camouflage floppy hats
and/or camouflage green upper arm bands. From past experience he knew that
hats fall off. He wasn’t concerned if the soldiers accidentally cock killed
one of their own. He toyed with the idea of wearing full camouflage trousers.
He liked the machinations required to expose cocks and balls. On the other
hand the soldiers might as well get on with it. He chose boots, knife, upper
arm bands, hats and otherwise naked bodies. The soldiers could focus on their
immediate area of interest. He couldn’t figure out how to stop the fight once
it got going. That’s why umpires could be brought in to adjudicate. A few days later Lt. Trumlock was slightly annoyed that the Capt. ignored the
call to execute the losing side. He changed his mind when he arrived at the
cage venue. The fighting would be so intense that sides would be irrelevant.
Horror of horrors, he might even lose his own cock and balls. His cock liked
the threat. The so-called teams paraded at
either end of the official transport collection area. Both leaders inspected
the soldiers, caught their breath at the sight of prime cocks and balls and gave
them a pep talk. The soldiers under Maj. Wembley’s
command were impressed with the size of his cock. It was fitting that their
leader should have the biggest cock. They admired the cock necklace he wore
across his chest. The opposing team had the advantage
from the very beginning. The cock killer veterans trained the soldiers they
would fight with. The veterans made it quite clear that they couldn’t run the
risk of being the losing team. Sometimes a losing team is executed at the end
of the match. Furthermore it was essential that they enjoyed the fighting,
called for help from team members, and above all showed no mercy to the
opposing fighters. Use umpires by all means but be wary. It’s best to shove
severed cocks down throats; it stops screaming; it promotes choking. By all
means finish off an emasculated soldier. The fighters arrived at the cage venue which was a total surprise. The
five umpires handed out the arm bands and hats. In true military fashion very
few of the hats fitted securely to the fighters’ head. The quartermaster
tasked two Pt’s to hand over the blades inside the cage. That meant the two
Pt’s were included as random fighters. They belonged to neither side. Both of
them had cocks and balls to lust after. The quartermaster wanted them to get
experience using the blades. The Club hierarchy could
position a few spectators outside the cage. They preferred fighters to be
hands-on rather than spectators. They tricked an officer past his use-by date
and few extra fighters (mainly Pvt’s) into the
cage. The spectators had to conform to the Dress of the Day. In this case it
proved to be easy. The umpires allocated these additional fighters at random
to both teams. It was unusual for the Club hierarchy to put in a personal
appearance. By the end of the match their cocks would be sore and raw from
the stimulus within the cage. The umpires impressed them with
their organisation. The teams were lined up at
opposite ends of the cage. The officers were strategically positioned in the
middle. The cage was rectangular. Fifty or so fighters made it a tight fit
for close-quarter combat. It meant there was no room to escape. Each umpire
sported a whistle across his chest. The officers were slightly
lost. The combat wasn’t at all what they expected. There was little strategy.
The fight was all about skilful use of the blade and opportunity. The Pt’s
enjoyed the madness of it all and, frankly, thought the officers deserved
whatever they got. An umpire started proceedings. “Attention. Quiet. Do I have to say
please? At the beginning of a cock killing event the Club found some fighters
ready to piss in their pants. It’s a normal reaction to stress. Hands up.
Come on. Hands up if you want to piss.” Six Pt’s held up their hands. “Good. The cage can handle piss. Aim for the floor or better still
over a fighter. The Club is pleased you are not wearing pants to piss into.
It makes things much easier. Move to the front so that everybody can see you
piss. Grab a fighter at random.” They picked the Lt. assisting Maj. Wembley. “Wow. An officer. That says something.” The umpire beckoned the Lt. to
lie down on the cage floor. The six Pte’s pissed on
the Lt’s face and bare chest. Everybody laughed in relief. “It’s time for a weapons lesson. The quartermaster guarantees the
blades. His cock and balls are on the line if the blades to not meet your
expectation. You are under military discipline here in the cage. Any fighter
who uses the blades for any other purpose will be executed instantly.” The two Pte’s strode up, held up a blade in
its case. “The blade tucks into the side of your boots. It’s easy to reach down
and unsheathe it ready for a cock kill. The quartermaster pulled strings to
get the sharpest blades for the Club event. He orders you to use them properly.
Let us show you.” The two qm Pte’s
select two fighters at random, and unsheathe the blades. “Can everybody see?” They position the balls so that they sit on top of the flat blades.
The two cocks jump into the erect position.“Look at the base of the shaft
where the cock is attached to the body. This is the best position for a one
fighter cock kill. When there are two fighters the second fighter cuts off
the balls from below. This is most effective when both fighters co-ordinate.
Be warned the target may no longer have his cock and balls but he has a sharp
blade plus a big incentive to cut off your cock. Fighters may capture you and your weapon. We can supply another weapon
from the stores on location in the cage.” The umpire interrupted. “A round of applause for the quartermaster.”
The umpire gave them fighting orders. They were to join Maj. Wembley’s team but after the Circle Threesome. Circle Threesome: The umpires ordered Maj. Wembley to select eleven
members for his team. The umpires themselves selected ten opposition fighters
plus two from the Club hierarchy party. “Officers, soldiers. The Military Cut Club supplied you with the
latest state-of-the-blade. A few of the Club hierarchy are outside the cage;
a few are inside. Give them a round of applause. You are here today to cut
off cocks. Enjoy. Most Club members expect their erect cocks to spurt
spontaneously during the close-quarter fighting. When possible ensure cocks
spurt before cutting off. Is that clear?” Maj. Wembley replied: “You want us to fight
in slow motion by waiting for a cock to spurt?” “Yes. Captive fighters can call for time for their cock to spurt. The
codeword is “time”. I suggest the fighters use the codeword sparingly. Cocks
usually spurt a number of times during the event. When an umpire is called he guarantees that the cock spurts before the attacker
cuts it off. There is no time limit for the event but there can be additional
moves. Your fighting buddy can slowly strangle the target whilst you
anxiously poise with the blade. I repeat the message from the qm Pte’s: The Club orders you
to cut the cock off properly—preferably at the base of the shaft. It’s easier
then to insert the cocks into mouths. The Club likes to see cock heads
jutting out.” Maj. Wembley looked across to his pissed Lt.
assistant and the ten Pte’s. All the cocks were
ready. The umpires separated the Circle Threesome fighters away from the
rest. The circle area was located in the cage centre. The inner circle
started with three fighters from each team. The formation was two against
one. The umpires were unsure of the outcome so they kept the second circle
fighters waiting before they replaced fallen fighters. When an umpire blows a
whistle the third circle fighters engage in a threesome free-for-all. An umpire blew the starting
whistle. The way the fighters got on with it was impressive. There was no
hesitation. They were there to do a specific job. The fighting was more
unusual than anticipated. The opening two-on-one fights had unexpected
outcomes. The first fighter successfully grabbed hold of an opponent’s cock
and pulled hard. The cock spurted prematurely over the first fighter’s left
arm. The first fighter called for help from the next door threesome. To his
surprise a fighter wrestled the opponent from behind, locked him into a
vulnerable position and started strangling him slowly. The first fighter now
grabbed the opponent’s balls intending to cut the shaft of the cock off. The
opponent’s buddy grabbed the first fighter by the balls and squeezed
viciously. The first fighter dropped his blade because of the pain. He was
totally exposed. The opponent’s buddy took his time to pull the cock. It
spurted according to plan. The first fighter was horrified when he looked
down at the blade cutting off his cock. He went to scream but the opponent
muzzled him with his own cock. The opponent now tried to extricate his buddy
from the attacker. It was too late to save his buddy’s cock and balls. The
attacker forcefully cut through the cock shaft from above. The balls were
left dangling for another fighter to attend to them. These two fighters locked arms around each other’s necks and applied
pressure. The remaining two fighters from the other two-against-one positioned
themselves on either side, reached in and seized the cocks. The spurt was
plentiful. It was a shame to waste it on the cage floor. The stranglers
caught them off guard. All of a sudden they seized the aroused cocks. The
moment the cocks spurted they brought down their blades on the cock shafts.
The blades did their job. The stranglers resumed their neck positions and
fought until both lost consciousness. Their cocks and balls were intact until
two umpires took the initiative. They did the right thing and swapped the
cocks into their mouths. The umpires reconvened. Why not
have fighters fucking a target through the backside? Their buddies could then
concentrate on milking the target’s cock before cutting it off. This could
even include sucking. The look on the two Hierarchy fighters said no! The
fighters were assembled here for a cock kill not a fuck fest. There were
eighteen fighters left in the circle. The umpires decided to combine the
second and third circle fighters. It was sensible to make it a free-for-all
and just see what happens. The advantage for the fighters was that they could
have a ball literally speaking. The disadvantage of a free-for-all for the writer is that it is
difficult to keep track of the individual activity. The opposing forces took
advantage of the free-for-all. They didn’t always get their way. The two
Hierarchy fighters outshone every fighter in the cage that day. Their number
of cock kills was deeply satisfying. Big cocks always attracted attention
from would-be attackers. A Pte aimed his blade at
big cock. He stumbled into the unnamed Lt. who had not scored. The Pte cut off the Lt’s cock and exclaimed “Fuck. That’s
great.” The attacker swapped it for a Pte’s cock.
Maj. Wembley made the effort to lead his troops.
The two Hierarchy fighters commended his performance afterwards to their Club
associates. The Maj. personally scored; his troops scored but it wasn’t
enough. He was brave enough to shout out “Time!” to the umpires. He wanted
the troops to see his big cock cut off. To make a fine point this was
somewhat vain. All the fighters were happy to see cocks cut off. The Maj’s cock was merely the biggest for the moment. “Give
the necklace to a brave soldier.” An umpire supervised the textbook activity. He blew his whistle,
stopped the fight so that everybody would watch. The attacker relished the
limelight, took his time and patiently toyed with the cock and balls. The
Maj. knew it was nearly over when the attacker struck his balls on the flat
blade. The cock jumped up for its final erection. “I’m coming,” the Maj. shouted. The cock spurted all over his chest.
The attacker poised the blade in the optimum position. “Now!” the attacker shouted for
the benefit of all. Then he held up the trophy for all to see. The umpire put
his hand into his shorts. The cock was already erect. He pulled it out and
rested it on the top of his shorts. A Pte came
over, turned his backside around and guided the erect cock up his arse. The umpire fucked him as everybody looked amazed.
At the same time the umpire pulled the Pte’s cock
with his right hand. By now the shorts were down to his knees. This gave the
fighters defiant ideas. The Club hierarchy admired the way in which the fighters got on with
it. In most cases the blades sliced off the cocks in the maximum shaft
position. The balls were a different story and mostly messy. The Club
theories about aroused cocks proved substantially correct. The cocks thrived
on the danger. It was a special treat to see such a feast. The umpires let
the circle game take its course. The umpires had specific
instructions to leave slumped bodies alone especially when cocks jutted out.
The second half required surviving officers to assemble their troops and make
a battle plan. The Club hierarchy had made it known to the umpires that all
the fighters within the cage were legitimate targets. What they were really
saying was that the officers in particular were disposable. Sgt. Popov might
have been disposable but he proved a worthy fighter. He scored two impressive
cocks. He survived the cage event but was KIA in an overseas military
operation. Lt. Trumlock excels in the next fighting
section. The problem was his cock. It was totally aroused when he sliced off
cocks and balls. The officer leading the opposing team was a top cock killer
both personally and in leading soldiers who accurately killed cocks and
balls. Nevertheless the casualties were substantial. The first qm
Pte met his blade match from the opposing team. Two
Ptes attacked him with a boot camp ferocity.
Obviously they had listened to the qm Pte’s weapons lesson. One Pte
grasped the balls whilst the second Pte cut right
through the cock shaft. My. What a nice cock. They shoved the cock into the
mouth of his qm Pte
buddy. Then they went to work on the second Pte.
The second cock was fully erect so slicing it off was easy work. They swapped
it back to the first buddy. The fighting was so intense
that it was impossible to keep track of the casualties. The opposing team
officer challenged Capt. Bate. Both cocks were primed to spurt. Capt. Bate
resisted a soldier pinning him from behind. He trashed the blade out in the
direction of the officer’s cock. The officer removed the blade from his right
hand. He was now unarmed and physically unable to shrug off the Pte behind him. The struggle was ultimately in vain. His
motivation caved in. He accepted the inevitable. He shouted “Time!” He shared
Maj. Wembley’s vanity concern that the soldiers
must see his big cock cut off. After all this was the climax of his military
career. An umpire came over to supervise. The officer had to manhandle Capt. Bate’s for minutes before it spurted across his chest.
The officer knew how to cut the cock off correctly. He held it up for all the
fighters to see. Then he inserted it into Capt. Bate’s
mouth. A Pte saw the bulge in the umpire’s shorts.
He spontaneously pulled down the umpire’s shorts. Yes. Umpire cock was a good
choice for his blade. The umpire grabbed him by the scruff of the neck and
three him back into the cage. Nevertheless other soldiers saw that they could
pull down umpire shorts and target the umpire cocks and balls. They went
ahead and did it. This was not an immediate problem in itself but, and here’s the but, the umpire cocks were fully erect. One umpire was
surrounded in a corner; he attempted to butt his way out but the soldiers
were too strong. They pinned him down and pulled off his cock. Next they
positioned knives above and below the beginning of the shaft. Too easy. It
must be said now that the quality of the blades was terrific. Cutting off
cocks and balls was a breeze once you got the hang of it. A posse of soldiers
captured a second umpire. They gave him special treatment. First of all they
hoisted him up above their shoulders. Then they carried him around the cage.
They stopped every now and again to play with his cock and balls. The cock
liked it; the fighters anxiously waited for the moment of truth. The cock spurted into space. A Pte did the
deed. Nice work! He would remember it as a highlight for the rest of his
military career. He remembered it specially when the enemy captured and
executed him on a foreign battlefield. The cock spurted upwards and sprayed
the umpire’s chest. The Pte rubbed the cum across
the umpire’s hairy chest. The umpires had permission to
call a halt if the cocks of the remaining fighters were fully erect. That
seemed to be the case. “Last call for you cock killers.” A few fighters laughed. “ Move over
here. Go on. Form a circle. Only six fighters?” The naked umpire sported an
erection as he stood in the middle of the circle. The total number of erect
cocks was seven— a good number for the blade. Cock killers feed on more and
more cock. In this respect there are like gamblers who cannot stop gambling.
If they were going to cut off the umpire’s cock he had to join in. For God’s
sake: they were doing him a favour. “Blow the whistle?” The umpire replied, “Yes, I will blow the whistle.
Hold the blade in your right arm. Link up properly. Stretch out your left
arm. Catch hold of the cock next to you.” A fighter jeered. “ Christ. We know how to hold a cock. Get on with
it. Otherwise I will shut you up by shoving a cock right into your mouth.” A second fighter commented. “We might do that anyway.” The cocks of two fighters are on the edge of spurting. “Make sure you
fully milk the cock. It’s useful if you give me advance warning: ‘Help. I’m
coming and so forth’ I’m ready to count aloud and blow the whistle each time
a cock spurts. Change your grip from the spent cock to the balls. Really firm
now. This is an anchor. We wait anxiously until the sixth cock spurts.” “Seventh cock,” a fighter interrupted. The umpire was trapped. He
could not disobey orders. His Club superiors stipulated that umpires must
join in when invited. “The seventh cock looks mighty fine for a blade
challenge.” The umpire has to accept the challenge and continues. “Seventh cock
spurts. There will be a pause. Ready? I blow the whistle. Your right arm
holds the blade. Attack the cock on your immediate left for the first thrust.
The blade may or may not succeed in cutting through the cock. The Club
understands that this is one combat situation where hacking is inevitable.
Change positions within the circle. Concentrate on other cock targets. The
Club guarantees that any partially hacked cocks will be expertly finished
off. That is part of my job as umpire. Any questions?” “Can we shout out?” “The Club encourages you to shout out things like No! Don’t cut off my
balls.” “Can I cut off your balls?” The fighter laughs. A spate of exhaustion set in. The umpire rustled up the six fighters.
There was an interruption. Another umpire escorted three additional fighters
to the circle. “You can see that their cocks and balls qualify them to join the
circle. Look after them. Two of them lost their officer with the big cock.
The third fighter hasn’t scored a cock kill today in the cage. I know he has
scored elsewhere.” The second umpire took note that his colleague was an active
participant in the circle cock kill. He positioned the three fighters at
spaced intervals so that they were surrounded by total strangers. Then he got
out of the way. “Put your arms up on the next shoulders. Form a wide circle. Is there
enough room? There is. Take up position. Remove the blade from your boot.
Keep it in your right hand.” A fighter spoke up. “I want the umpire’s cock on my left. Any
objections anyone?” The fighter pushed the umpire into position in the
circle. The umpire would have to put down his blade every time he blew the
whistle. “Ready everybody.” The umpire blew the opening whistle. The fighters
took their time. Their left hands worked their way from below the balls to
the cocks. The three latecomers were not yet as aroused as the rest. Their
cocks and balls needed special intention. The circle distance permitted the
fighters to watch each other. The mass stroking encouraged the cocks towards
the edge. The seven fighters now had an additional three sets of cocks and
balls to work over with the blades. A fighter shouted: “I’m coming!” The umpire readied the whistle into
his mouth. Everybody looked as the cock spurted. “One! Switch the left hand
position to grasp the balls as hard as you like. For the benefit of the
latecomers I will blow a whistle and shout the count when a cock spurts.
There is a pause immediately after the tenth cock spurts I blow the whistle
and shout “Ten!” You ready your blades in the right hand. I blow the whistle
for the climax. You thrust the blade on the cock immediately on your left.
The trick is everybody tries to jump clear. Within the circle hack away as
you fancy. Is that clear?” The stroking resumed. All the cocks now had a better erect shape. “That’s it fighters. Look around at the cock display.” A latecomer shouted: “You’re crushing my balls!” “Tough. Do you want to lose them?” A second fighter shouted: “Stop. I don’t want to come so soon.” His cry was in vain. The cock was a master blaster. The umpire blows the whistle. “Two.” A latecomer shouted: “No!” as his cock spurted into space. The umpire blows the whistle. “Three.” The fighters intensified the pressure on the cock shafts. Nice work.
Three cocks came almost at once. The umpire blows the whistle. “Four”,
whistle, “Five”, whistle and “Six”. The seventh cock spurted back onto the
umpire’s left hand. Whistle blow. “Seven”. Now it was the umpire’s turn. The
fighter who insisted on holding the umpire’s cock had success. “I’m coming.” whistle blow, “Eight”. The next few minutes were unscripted. One of the latecomers started
crying. “I don’t want to lose my cock.” A fighter answered back: “Well, too bad. Pull his cock hard. We want
to see it spurting. There it goes!” whistle blow, “Nine”. “Who is the tenth?” They looked around. Goody goody.
Every Military Cut Club member dreams of cutting off cocks like this one. The
tenth fighter could see that the attention was spotlighted on his cock. He
was proud of it. He saw the umpire was ready to blow his whistle. The umpire
would have to wait. Perhaps the fighter holding the cock in his left hand had
lost his concentration. The umpire beckoned him to snap out of it. The
fighter changed from light stroking to heavy pulling. It worked. The cock
gushed like an erupting water fountain. Whistle blow, “Ten. Get ready!”
Pause. Whistle blow. The fighters aimed their blades on the cocks on their
left. At the same time they tried to evade the thrust. “Help. He has sliced into my cock.” The blade cut into the shaft but
left it dangling. The balls were untouched. The latecomer cried but the blade thrust missed his cock. The umpire had 100% success. His blade cut right through the cock
shaft well into the balls. The training and veteran experience counted but
the tenth fighter was about to terminate his cock killing dreams. The fighters were now frenzied as they thrashed out with blades. This
part was exciting even if it didn’t suit a wimping latecomer. The three
latecomers were well and truly looked after. The three fighters who cut off
their cocks went to extra special effort. They swapped the cocks, shoved them
cock head outwards into the latecomers’ mouths. Some fighters kept a steady
hand and a firm resolve to score. By and large they succeeded. The tenth
fighter scored the umpire’s cock but the victory was short-lived. The fighter who jeered the umpire during the briefing brashly grasped
the tenth fighter’s balls and cut off the cock completely. He then held it up
for all to see. “You said you wanted to shove a cock into the umpire’s mouth. Go on.” Cock head facing out he shoved the cock fully into the umpire’s mouth.
The fighting continued in close-up. The close proximity permitted the
fighters to grab hold of the balls and cut them off properly. The cocks were
primed for blade attacks. The fighters so used to aggressiveness were
dismayed. They were unable to protect their cocks. The random blade thrashing
succeeded in cutting off all their cocks. Lt. Trumlock
directed soldiers to finish off the ten: specifically the Lt. wanted cut
cocks shoved down mouths so that they gagged and eventually choked to death. The cleanup of the live and dead bodies slumped on the cage floor took
a considerable time. Those who were fully emasculated must be finished off.
It was a tough assignment even when the survivors fingered their intact cocks
and balls. The highlight was undoubtedly the hoisting of the umpire. It was a
treat to see the soldiers carry him around the cage on their shoulders. The Pte was commended for ensuring the umpire’s cock shot
sperm into space before he cut off the cock. The
Club hierarchy were pleased that this Pte survived.
They would recommend to his mainstream military superiors that he serve
overseas fighting real enemy. There was another important issue:
the fighting left cocks wound up for a master blast. The surviving officer
from the opposing team requested mass showers after their return from the
cage. He added that the quartermaster could provide cakes of soap. The
quartermaster was a little crestfallen to learn the bodies of his Ptes would shortly be removed in regulation body bags. He
handed the soap over to the officer but stayed to watch. He was surprised
when two soldiers fucked the two umpires up the arse.
The officer could see the bulge: he beckoned the quartermaster to take out
his cock. Two Ptes joined him for a circle jerk on
the shower floor. All in all every cock was milked to the nth degree. |
