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Frank’s
Dare
Frank and
like-minded Friends strangled each other until they black’d
out. Each had a secret: their hearts, minds and hands wanted to strangle a man
to his last breath. Their cocks could not keep the secret. Rock hard cocks
spurted as they applied pressure on necks. Four husky men
worked for the garbage company and missed the initial neck games. Frank knew
their names as Ben, Leon, Alex and Corey. Their bodies satisfied Frank’s
criteria to a tee—thick necks above a hairy chest, impressive cocks and
bull-sized balls. Strong shoulders and arms completed the criteria. More to the point they had like-minded Friends. Alex dared to meet
Boris, a low ranking manager from the Garbage Factory. Could he rustle up
twenty to thirty men for dangerous strangling games? Boris was prepared to
come to the party provided conditions were met. The players will suffer
concussion especially when they wake up and return to the strangling game.
For that reason he insists that a medically trained male doctor and a male
nurse assistant be present on the game site. In addition the doctor can
complete the required paper work in case some players strangle to the last
breath. We all know that might happen. Boris smiles. “Alex. Show me your
cock and balls.” Alex hesitates at this unexpected request. Boris moves
forward, pulls down Alex’s standard black work shorts, and grasps the balls.
“Ouch!” “Alex. Pass on this
message to Frank. Men used to playing with balls might like a variation. The
strangler lines up with his hands around the neck of the target. In turn the
target grasps the strangler’s balls. The game is to increase pressure until
the pain in the balls is too much and/or the target blacks out. The target
may prefer to pull the cock as well as squeeze the balls. There is a further
possibility. The target fighting his own strangling may crush the balls. In
that instance the drivers and their team may choose to cut off the wounded
balls. I don’t know what your duties may be but some targets will require an
additional set of hands working the throat. Frank will have to meet up with
Warren, the leading driver. He has a number of requests about the collection
and disposal of any bodies.” Boris claps his
hands together over Alex’s balls. Alex grimaces in pain. His erect cock likes
the ball play. Alex can see Boris’s cock protruding against the regulation
black shorts. Another time, another place. Frank was surprised
with all the new requirements. He wanted to share a game where like-minded
men strangled one another until they blacked out. The game still required men
with strong arms and shoulders, buff chests preferably hairy, and exposed
cocks and balls. He saw the need for wearing boots. Black military will do.
Some men were kinder shy and preferred to wear chaps even when their cocks
are balls were fully exposed. By comparison Alex, Ben, Leon and Corey were
happy to wear boots only. That’s because their cocks were compelling. Warren and his
fellow work mates were tough. That had to be. It was one thing to drive the
players to the designated strangling site; it was another thing to collect,
remove and dispose of any bodies. This time Warren demanded the right for his
team to cut off cocks and balls of the terminally fallen. Frank had neglected
to include castration knives in his previous games. He knew that wound up
players would welcome an additional threat. For that reason the game
conclusion would be held in a designated area where “anything goes”. Warren
caught Frank by surprise. He asked to inspect Frank’s cock and balls. He
wanted to see whether they would make a worthwhile target. He produced a
castration knife and showed Frank where the cock was most vulnerable. Frank’s
balls were bull-sized and would require extra thrusts to remove. Warren
pulled down his shorts. The cock was fully erect. Frank grasped the balls and
squeezed. Warren reciprocated. Then he showed Frank how to bring down the
castration knife with his other hand and kill the cock beyond repair. Warren
smiled. “Every player who
sees your bull-sized balls will want to cut them off. Rest assured. The
blades on our knives are sharp enough to cut off both the balls and the cock
in one thrust.” Frank preferred strangling
games in the open air. The climate
encouraged the degree of nakedness. A grass paddock fenced in with timber
fitted the bill. The players who wished to be totally naked but wearing boots
could hang their clothes over the timber railings. None of the players will
wear shirts. He compromised with the barn for advanced strangling games. Warren and his team
will arrive naked but wearing black boots in the barn area. Warren convinced
Frank to conclude with an additional knife game. The first objective is to
castrate the fallen. Strangling game survivors can assist Warren and his
team. Warren will issue volunteers with the latest knives designed to cut off
cocks and balls. They may need to settle scores with old enemies or just like
joining in. Their cocks may wish to spurt one more time. Three garbage
trucks transported thirty five players plus the medic and his assistant.
Boris’s boss decided that Boris needed hands on experience in a potentially
terminal game. The boss specified that Boris must play naked except for his
black boots. The medic and his assistant were both naked but wearing white,
surgical, caps. Boris dreamt of crushing their bull-sized balls. There were
three drivers plus two team members each sitting in the front of the vehicles.
Frank was already onsite along with his chosen assistants Alex, Leon, Ben and
Corey. They were dogsbodies who were expected to organise the games. They had a checklist to follow—a
formal welcoming lineup followed by one on one, two on one, balls versus necks,
three on one then anything goes. Frank introduced
himself to the medic and his assistant and placed them between the grassed
area and the barn. Their equipment included head bandages, ordinary bandages,
headache tablets, pillows for lying down, towels and bottles of water. Frank
noted that they had nothing to stop any bleeding from castrated cocks and
balls. Boris’s boss had sworn them to secrecy about today’s games. Boris
himself was slightly nervous. He comforted himself as players hung any clothing
over the timber fence. His cock and balls were one amongst many on the
playing field. Ben must have been
trained in the military. He ordered the players to form up, arm length apart,
in four lines behind one another. About half had chosen to wear chaps with
the cocks and balls fully exposed; the other half were fully naked except for
their black boots. The three drivers and their six team members joined in the
parade. Alex, Leon and Corey assisted in the formation. Some players had
never been in the military. The medic and his assistant looked on from the
sidelines. Frank had learnt the trick of ordering players to stand at ease
with legs wide apart. That left room for their cocks and balls to swing.
Frank’s cock and balls were impressive for the assembled players. They felt
comfortable in this male environment. By way of comparison there was a spooky
element, real danger that they might not wake up after blacking out. It was
highly likely that they would suffer sore necks and unsubstantiated rumour has it sore balls. Boris’s eyes strayed onto
Leon’s balls—another one on his wish list to crush. Leon discreetly returned
Boris’s looks as if to say “wait until I crush your balls”. Frank addressed the
players. “Welcome. We are
assembled here today to play with necks. A fortunate few will play with
balls. The objective is to apply pressure on necks until the player blacks
out. It will be helpful if players assist in lowering such players to the
ground. We will try to avoid unnecessary head injuries. When the player
returns to consciousness he will be assessed by the medic and/or his
assistant and returned to the playing field. Corey. Come to the front. Hands
up anybody new to this game! Eight hands. Right. After the parade is
dismissed Corey will train you. The other assistants Alex, Leon and myself
Ben will be on the strangling area to help you. During the balls versus necks
shout out if the pain is too great. Otherwise your balls may be pulped.
Sometimes the strength of one set of hands is insufficient to cause the
player to black out. When you call out we will endeavour
to help. Be warned both players may be blacked out. I will blow the whistle
for you to assemble at random in a circle around the strangling area. My
assistants will then guide you from one game to another. Parade dismiss!” Frank deliberately
omitted any mention of the barn area. That can wait. Corey had strong
hands to demonstrate the ideal positions to apply pressure on the neck. The
eight players were confident that Corey had shown them how to be successful.
It helped that their cocks were aroused from sleep and that their balls
tightened. Frank spoke frankly
to the medic. “I’m afraid you will write out some death certificates today. There
will always be unexpected casualties. Furthermore, Warren and his team may
remove cocks and balls from the fallen. The garbage company expects your full
co-operation and adherence to its security policy.” The medic and his
assistant were comfortable that their big cocks and balls were exposed for
all players to see. Corey, Alex, Leon
and Ben stood in front of the players’ circle. Leon addressed the players. “Clap the groundsman who mowed the paddock grass for you.”
Everybody claps. “He envies and wishes you a fulfilling strangle game. Let’s
get the event going. We start with one on one. Alex, select six players at
random.” Six players leave the circle and walk to the front. Leon says
“Choose your opponent.” The six players are unsure, apprehensive but stand
firm in front of an opponent. “Can everybody see?” Leon moves one couple into
a different position. “When I blow the whistle apply and gradually increase
the pressure on your opponent’s neck. You win when he blacks out.” Leon blows
the whistle. The players behind in the circle spontaneously shout to the
strangling players. Six paw sets attack necks. One player huffs and puffs
hoping to catch his breath. Strangling doesn’t work that way. He vomits down
his hairy chest. His opponent intensifies the pressure until he blacks out.
The opponent catches his body and lowers him to the ground. The opponent then
raises both arms into the air and shouts “Victory!” The second and third
player sets take their time. Now they are heckled. Both players black out at once.
Leon and Alex manage to catch them both in time from crashing onto the grass.
As for the slow player set, well, Leon calls for two volunteers to strangle
them from behind. It works. Both players slump in black out mode. Warren and
his team proved to be useful in removing the blacked out players to the side
near the medic and his assistant. Alex organises the second game where two fight against one. He
selects nine players at random. They are anxious because it is not clear who
the target will be. The starting position is hands locked at shoulder height
in a circle. When Alex blows the whistle they unlock their hands, move to an
opponent and lock hands on a neck. The game doesn’t go to plan. The three
players line up such that the player in the middle is strangled from behind
as he himself strangles the player in front of him. Alex beckons a volunteer
to strangle the last player in line. Three players slump to the ground. The
remaining six players play conventional two against one. One target tries desperately
to strangle an opponent but doesn’t have enough strength to finalise the strangling. He calls out for help. Alex
moves in and attacks the opponent from behind. An unscheduled volunteer
attacks the third player from behind. Eventually the three players black out.
That leaves three players. There is a complication. All three cocks are now
erect. Alex can see that it is best that the cocks spurt. He brings the
players into a huddle, tasks them to grasp a cock and pull until it spurts.
Immediately after the third cock spurts their hands are to resume strangling.
The player with the biggest cock slumps to the ground. Corey has a
memorable moment. Everybody sees his balls underneath the erect cock. This is
timely as this segment involves balls versus necks. He chose three players
with impressive balls to attack three players with strong necks and clumsy
hands. He explains that the balls are slowly squeezed whilst the ball owner
attempts to strangle the opponent. Both parties can call for help from nearby
volunteers. Corey is thrilled when the ball squeezing becomes too painful.
There are screams of pain especially when one set of balls is crushed. Corey
hails Warren and his team to remove the player and attend to the crushed
balls. He knows this is a public relations exercise. Warren will simply cut
off the wounded balls and maybe the cock as well. The other two ball owners
continue to strangle in spite of the pain. Corey steps in and strangles the
player who just crushed the balls. Three players slump to the ground as they
black out. The two ball owners envy Corey’s balls. They intend at the
appropriate moment to squeeze them and maybe cut them off. Ben organises three on one where three choose the target. He
ensures that each group of four is at the same height and possible strength.
The four short players will not be disadvantaged; the four tall players are
surprised that there are four tall players; the remaining four players have
nice cocks and balls. The four short players are happy to get stuck into one
another. They too have an erect cock problem. Ben decides to line up all
twelve players in a circle holding the cocks of the player on their right.
“Anybody left handed? No. When I blow the whistle start pulling as hard as
you like.” Ben looks across to the crowd watching and notes that a number of
players are grasping their own cocks. Ben addresses them. “Grasp another cock
whilst you watch. Go on. Move your hands.” They look around,
move to an erect cock, and examine it with their hands. Boris interrupts from
the crowd. “Ben. Can I pull your thick cock?” Ben had overlooked his own
erect cock. Boris took the initiative and just walked up to Ben. Boris had to
open his mouth really wide to take in the
huge cock. Ben was able to blow the whistle whilst Boris sucked. “Start slowly when
I blow the whistle.” The mass
masturbatory event was not what Frank had in mind. He had to admit it
satisfied the players on a number of levels. The short players got to play with
the cocks of the tall players. There was an unexpected bonus. The cocks
spurted all over the hands which shortly wrapped around necks. There was
something manly about strangling a target with wet hands. Each group selected
its target who mostly resisted. Three on one is difficult to escape from. The
target has to relax and enjoy the strangling until black out. The medic and his
assistant check over the slumped bodies on the grass area. They gradually
awaken, stand up and ready themselves for the next event. The medic is
relieved for the moment but expects the event in the barn will provide
casualties. Frank blows the
whistle for all players to assemble in a circle. “You can see the
return of players who blacked out. They are going to explore the barn. Be
warned that this will be challenging. You may help them black out for a
second time. It might be your first. There are no hard and fast rules when
players are in an aggressive mood. Call for help by all means especially when
an opponent is squeezing your balls. Be mindful that the opponent may get
clumsy and crush your balls. Your hands might get carried away and want to
complete the strangle. It happens when players are toying with danger. The
Garbage Factory expects you to co-operate with Warren and his team.” The barn has a
wooden floor and walls but no lighting. There is a crush at the opening door
until the players disperse inside. Hands start to stray, work their way up
hairy chests and then latch on to necks. It’s almost a relief to feel hands pressing
onto a neck. It’s great when a player can reciprocate. Two players locked
into a duel. They both start to lose consciousness but one slumps first.
Another black out. An unknown player
tackles Frank by the neck. He is caught unawares but instinctively counter
attacks. He kicks the unknown player in the balls. That’s a promising start.
Yet the pressure on his neck intensifies. He calls out for Leon but Leon is
not within hearing range. He calls out for Corey who is within range. Corey
assesses the situation, strangles the unknown player who withdraws his hands
from Frank’s neck. Frank is relieved but mindful that he is in a dangerous
place. Warren promises to cut off his
cock and balls. The threat stimulates him. Boris found his
cock was once again aroused by being with such aggressive players. His hands
locked onto a neck. He pressed harder and harder. The opponent locked his
hands on Boris’s neck. The pressure was intense but Boris was determined to
strangle his opponent. The opponent attempted to grasp air by convulsing.
Short relief. Boris was present so that he could organise
future terminal events within the Garbage Company umbrella. Boris succeeded
in finishing off the opponent. He was so exhilarated with the kill that he
underestimated the activities within the Barn. More players
blacked out. Some woke up. Some didn’t wake up. The dangerous drama started
when Warren arrived with his complete team. They may have been naked and
black booted but they carried castration knives. The original agreed scenario
was that they would castrate the fallen but they went beyond their brief.
They captured various players at random. Not quite. They tried to select
players with big cocks worth cutting off. It was a shock and a thrill when
they were forced to fight one another with castration knives. Warren’s team
members cleared a circle for the cutting area. They encouraged spectators to
continue strangling each other as they watched. Those who wish to join in can
collect a knife from one of the two team members standing on both sides of
the cutting area circle. The first six volunteers were exhibitionists. They
sported big cocks and wanted everybody to see. The driver who blew the
starting whistle was an inspiration—hairy chest, big cock and bull-sized balls.
He was armed with a knife and determined to score. A spectator called for the
six volunteers to stroke their cocks until they were fully erect. He knew
that the knives worked best when the cocks were in that position. Other
spectators anticipated their turn in the cutting area. The driver and the
six players formed a circle facing the spectators. Lots of taunting along the
lines of “shove that cock down your throat”, “the balls are not big enough to
matter”, and “cut the cocks”. “Show us some hard core fucking.” The driver
thought this was a bright idea. He blew the whistle, they turned around,
faced one another and moved to fuck. The six players lined up to fuck, took
their time to establish who was who. The driver had dirty play ideas. He
beckoned for two new volunteers. The three players being fucked were totally
exposed. The driver and the two new volunteers moved across, upheld their
knives so that all could see. The three players shouted “No. No.” The driver
blew the whistle a second time. The knives cut off the cocks and balls as the
fuckers shot into the arses. Some of the
spectators had strangling concerns of their own. The crush was ideal for
anonymous hands to grasp necks from any direction. They were here to strangle
players and in this barn they could go all the way. Frank was pleased when
four players in the front row slumped to the ground. Further back the crush
made it difficult to escape strangling hands. Yes, the danger was creepy but
exciting. Some players helped the strangler so that there was no escape. Two of the short
players stalked players from the floor. They grasped balls which they
squeezed or chopped. The owners could do little to protect themselves from ball
attacks from below. Corey grabbed one of the short players and pulped his
balls. The short player screamed in agony. Somebody would soon cut them off.
Two players had noted Corey’s bull-sized balls for attention. They took the
opportunity to squeeze them. Corey responded by reaching out with both hands
and squeezing their balls. This was a light hearted moment. They could enjoy
the pain. Corey was impressed when two players crept up from behind and
strangled both ball enthusiasts. He increased the pressure on their balls as
the strangulation progressed. Two team members
coaxed volunteers to join in. They encouraged them to clasp another player’s
balls and stimulate the cocks. One of them grasped the driver from behind.
The driver resisted. A second volunteer helped pin the driver. The cock was
fully erect and primed for cutting. The third volunteer toyed with the
bull-sized balls with his knife. The cock spurted. That was the cue to cut
off the cock. The severed cock was worth shoving
down the driver’s throat. It goes without saying that the driver tried to
spew but eventually he choked on his own cock. Six players formed
a circle. Using their left hands they tightly held the cock and balls of the
player on their left. They raised
their right arms holding the knives in their right hand. When the team member
blew a whistle they attacked the package. The players moved position to avoid
the knives. Two players screamed as their cocks severed from their balls.
Another team member ordered them to regroup. The four players were now
nervous. The team member with the whistle looked them in the eye. “Get ready. Good
luck.” He blew the whistle. “O no!” “O yes!” This time two
players scored.” “Congratulations!” Well-wishers
surrounded the winning players. In no time they pinned the two winning
players from behind. The erect cocks were a temptation. Two players stepped
forward and grasped the cocks. The lined up their own erect cocks with the
winning players’ cocks. Sure the cocks pointed in opposite directions. The
cocks paid attention. Cocks like spurting in company. After this memorable
moment well-wishers pinned down all four players. The knives cut into the
base of the cock shafts. Neat. Cutting off the balls required extra effort. Warren interrupted
and addressed the spectators. “Now is the time to
nominate a player whom you wish to join in. There can be any reason. You want
to cut off their bull-sized balls; they refused to fuck you. Come forward,
collect a knife and point to the player.” The nominated players
had no choice but to join in. Boris nominated Leon who enjoyed the rough and
tumble of these terminal games. Boris may have lusted after Leon’s balls but
there was no way he would cut them off today. In the melee Boris squeezed
some balls extremely hard. In turn his opponent reciprocated and squeezed his
balls. The pain was excruciating. Boris had a wish list to pulp balls. Now
was the moment. He pulped the opponent’s balls, a
moment he would never forget. The sound of the popping balls was electrifying.
The opponent screamed. The opponent was even more determined to castrate
Boris. The knives were top quality. The opponent’s knife cut off Boris’s cock
and balls easily. Boris counter attacked and cut off the opponent’s cock. The
opponent shoved Boris’s cock down his throat. Boris gagged and tried to chuck
out his severed cock but the other player persisted. In addition a set of
hands gripped his throat. It was a shame that this was the end of his career
at the Garbage Factory. Leon by comparison thrived in the melee. He really
enjoyed cutting off cocks and balls. Warren nominated
Frank. Frank’s cock was ready. The remaining players had enjoyed the
strangling games. A duel to the death was a fitting end. Frank knew that the
fight would be dirty. Nevertheless he had a warmup. One of the short players
thought he had an easy target. Frank cut off the cock
and balls with ease. The players around him enjoyed the cock cutting game.
There was satisfaction to be in the middle of male players testing their limits.
Warren’s cock was ready. The third driver stroked his own cock until full
erection. Warren beckoned him to move closer. Now the three erect cocks were
within knife range. The third driver directed the two opponents to face one
another, extend their right hand onto the opposing cock. As a mark of respect
he would pull his cock in unison. The knifing would commence immediately the
cocks spurted. He blew a whistle. Warren was an old hand at masturbating. All
three cocks spurted profusely. Warren altered his left hand to grab Frank’s
balls. Then, with his right hand he brought down the knife. The knife cut
into the top of the cock shaft. This was a definitive cock killer. Warren was
perhaps too confident. Frank’s knife sliced underneath and seized both the bull-sized
balls and the base of the cock. The third driver was shattered to see
Warren’s cock and balls dripping out of his mouth. Frank got lucky in this
unprotected moment. He reached across, grabbed the balls. His knife cut right
through the driver’s cock and balls. It was awkward to shove them down the
driver’s throat. The driver gagged. Warren shoved Frank’s cock into his
mouth. The three of them looked a macho sight with cocks jutting out of their
mouths. The spare two team members strangled the three all the way. Alex negotiated
with the medic and advised him and his assistant to be ready to record the
casualties. The medic knew that Garbage Factory events were terminal for the
most part. The medic had been employed on a previous event so he knew what to
expect. What Alex didn’t know at this point of time was that the three
drivers were out of action and the six team members were fighting to the last
man standing. The medic did have communication with the Garbage Factory head
office. He would use it to call for help. The fight in the
cutting circle area continued. The two team members had handed out all their
knives. Of course, they had kept one for themselves. They had eyed off
various cocks and balls. They stroked their cocks until they were fully
erect. Then they joined in. Where was Leon?
Leon was happily cutting off cocks and balls. He had a bonus when the two
team members caught his eye. The erect cocks were an irresistible target. The
knives were a treasure to use. The two members worked him over as a dream
team. One pinned him from behind with
great strength. He was unable to budge. The second one held his balls firmly
with the left hand. With one professional swipe the knife neatly sliced off
his cock and balls. It was too easy. Leon regretted that his cock and ball
cutting days were over. The size of his severed cock surprised him when they
shoved it into his mouth. No wonder he had memorable nights fucking. Some of the
strangled until black out players awoke. They felt their cocks and balls to
ensure they were still there. That is, until the next Garbage Factory event.
After they recovered from headaches they returned to work. They retained a
passion for strangling until black out. Alex, Ben and Corey
enjoyed the strangling event. They would be happy to assist in any future
terminal events. The Garbage Factory now had many vacancies. It will take a
while before they are ready to organise a game. |
