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Mikhail’s
Club gala meeting
The President of the
District Ball Cutting Club booked Mikhail’s
boxing rink site for the gala meeting. For a modest fee Mikhail took care of
everything. That included the hire of a box of fifty castration knives. Over
forty members registered so the box should cover the requirements. The
members attend a gala meeting to enjoy group ball activities such as popping
and crushing. For most of them the highlight of the day will be playing an
underground sport cutting balls. Matches are infrequent and highly prized.
The President guarantees that all players score. Yes, a player will cut off
his bull sized balls. Which player will cut off your balls? Mikhail had house rules.
The members could wear sneakers. Otherwise they were naked with all balls
exposed. He liked flaunting his balls in the face of these ball cutting Club
members. The boxing rink was an
appropriate site for an in-house wrestling match. Winners crush the losers’ balls. Sometimes the sportsmen crush each other’s balls. Tough luck!
At the beginning two guards
supervised ten wrestlers. Troy, a handsome wrestler with a protruding cock,
introduced the wrestlers to the members outside the ropes. “Welcome
to this gala meeting. The emphasis is on balls, your balls. The wrestlers are
going to demonstrate crushing balls. Any questions?” “How
do we join in?” “Show
us your balls. Members. Are his balls ready for crushing? Make a show of
hands.” The members pointed out
other suitable balls for crushing. “Sorry
to disappoint you. I can only accept four for the moment. Step up…you, you,
you and you.” Troy chose two wrestlers
for the first match. They were unexpectedly shy. Troy walked over and held
the cocks up so everybody could see their balls. Applause. “Get
on with it. Crush some balls.” Troy blew the starter’s whistle. The wrestlers grappled each other for over five minutes.
They were on the floor before they both grasped each other’s balls. A guard
blew a whistle. “Crush
the balls!” They strained their hands
as they pulped the balls into mush. The spectators gulped with a mixture of
fear and excitement. The guards kept them inside the boxing rink but put them
on the edge. Troy chose a Club member to
face an opponent. The opponent forced the Club member into a corner for a
dose of gut punching. After that they reached across and fondled each other’s balls. Nice and slow. They adjusted their grip. The guard’s whistle
told them what to do. They pulped the balls. The next opponent lifted
the Club member above his shoulders. He carried him beside the ropes so that
everybody could see the balls. The balls were literally in his face. He
licked them but moved on to suck the erect cock. Spectator applause. The cock
spurted over his face. A nice facial. Then he crushed the balls. The next match was straight
forward one on one. This time the Club member’s
cock was inserted in the wrestler’s arse. The fuck was rough. After the cock
spurted he simply positioned his right hand on the balls and squeezed hard.
The wrestler shouted. “My
balls! Help!” The ball sack broke open.
The balls turned into pulpy mush. Troy’s cock erected and was poised to spurt. A Club member with a similar
erect cock predicament challenged him. They put the erect cocks on top of one
another. The cocks spurted for the last time. Then they lent forward and
grasped each other’s balls. A guard blew a whistle. They crushed the balls. The other guard took
control, ordered the remaining four wrestlers to line up. He invited four
additional Club members to step into the boxing rink for a wrestling
free-for-all. He chose the Club members whose cocks were already erect. The
boxing rink was deliberately crowded. In a free-for-all wrestlers whose balls
were already crushed could have another go. Mikhail was disappointed, but not
surprised, when opponents crushed the balls of his two guards. Marco was
excited as he grasped balls with his extended right and left hands. He
crushed the balls forgetting that his own balls were unprotected. An opponent
crushed Marco’s big balls. The three men shouted
together “My balls!” The guards whose balls were now crushed were concerned
that two men were missing out. Yuri had a house rule that nobody misses out.
The erect cocks of the two men were blocking easy access to the balls. The
guards manhandled the cocks which spurted all over their chests. The two men
got the message. They bent over, grasped each other’s balls, smiled then
crushed. The boxing rink was
cluttered with men nursing their crushed balls. Later they would play the
ball cutting sport. The Club members moved into
a special room for the obligatory ball popping. Mikhail was impressed that
the Club was serious about ball popping and cutting. The Club meeting was the
culmination of a busy year for the Club. The meeting was their opportunity to
carry out the purpose of the Club—to pop and cut
balls. There were about twenty Club members left after the ball crushing. The
President loved the sound of ball popping. He had listened and watched men
pop balls on manly occasions. It was thrilling. It
was his turn and indeed the turn of the present members to pop balls. Three members had a special
request. They wanted to feel the balls before popping. The President liked
the idea. He instructed all members accordingly. As a consequence many cocks
erected. He had overlooked erect cocks getting in the way of ball cutting. He
would consult Yuri. He expected past practices were simple—cut the cocks off. “ Are
you ready? Of course you are. Welcome to Popping Balls. The Club has a
tradition with respect to gala meetings. The President’s balls are the first
for popping. A member locks onto my
balls, increases the pressure. On command he pops the balls. Simple but
satisfying. For necessary reasons I bellow ‘My Balls!’ Line up facing a member.
Lock onto the balls opposite you. Again increase the pressure. I will shout ‘Pop the balls”. I expect all members to bellow ‘My
Balls!’ to confirm their successful popping. Occasionally there are genuine
misses. Members will try again. No one will miss out. Gather round.” The members laughed at Ron’s erect cock. “The
cock is blocking our view of your bull size balls.” Ron didn’t mind this mild comeuppance. Ron held up the President’s balls. It
was fitting that both their balls were bull sized. “Can
everybody see?” The members mumbled “Yes!” Ron gripped the balls,
gradually applied pressure. “Ron.
What are you doing to me?” The President whispered. Ron listened for the pops.
Abruptly the balls popped. The President bellowed ‘My
Balls!’ The pain knocked him over. He
rolled on the floor clutching his popped balls. The onlookers gasped with a
mixture of fear and excitement. When he stood up he ordered them to line up
facing one another. “Get
ready. Reach across. Make sure your hands are at a comfortable distance. I
will inspect to ensure your hands are locked onto the balls. As you apply
pressure listen to the popping. Bellow as hard as you like.” The President inspected.
Members smiled. “ We
are locked on. No regrets.” There were locking problems
with the bull sized balls. These were expected. Members groaned as the
pressure intensified. The President shouted “Pop the balls!” The sound of popping balls
filled the air. The President enjoyed popping Ron’s
bull sized balls. Ron as well as many others bellowed ‘My Balls!’ Three
members missed out. There was no particular reason why the first member’s
balls failed to pop. The President resolved the matter by personally popping
the balls. Everybody heard the member shout ‘My Balls!’ The President held up
the bull sized balls of the second and third members for all to see. He
winked at two other members. “You
know what to do.” There were groans and moans
when the balls popped. Not only did they shout ‘My
Balls!’ they dropped to the ground clutching their popped balls. When he entered the room
Mikhail hugged the President. “I
heard calls of ‘My Balls!’ when outside. It sounds like your Club members are
having a rewarding time.” “We
had a collective popping balls. It was an inspired move. We will need to
catch our breath before we go outside for the sport’s ball cutting match.” Mikhail continued. “Your Club has been nominated as Club of the Year. The gala meeting
will conclude on a high.” “When
do you issue the castration knives?” “In
good time. The guards will issue them when you go outside. For the Club’s
benefit the blade-smith guarantees the knives for cutting off cocks and
balls. You can hardly lodge a complaint about the sharpness of the blade when
a man has cut off your balls.” The President. “Thanks for the reassurance. The Club members are committed to ball
cutting.” They moved to an outside
court yard. Mikhail had house rules for teams who fought in the courtyard.
The winning team cut off the cocks and balls of the losing team before
executing them. Mikhail’s guards issue castration knives to all present but keep one each
just in case. Yuri chose the three guards for their balls. Secretly he was
happy if a Club member cut their balls. On the other hand they were guards to
protect his cock and balls. The mood changed from
friendly into aggressive. The guards escorted the
eighteen ball crushers into the courtyard, gave them a castration knife. “Guess
what you will be cutting off with this knife?” “Balls.” “That’s
right. Get ready to fight.” In effect the ball crushing
team was fighting against the popping ball team. For what it’s worth the winning team will execute the losing team. Big deal. Life
as a man is plain with either a crushed or popped ball. It’s highly likely
that opponents will cut off their cocks shortly. Mikhail’s cock was aroused
by the danger. Most cocks will be
aroused by the danger of the following fighting. The President now had two
opposing teams but no leaders. Yuri stepped in and chose two leaders —wrestler
John and Club member Ron. Wrestler John was pissed
off that his balls were crushed. For that reason he was motivated for his
team to cut off as many balls as possible. Club member Ron thought the ball
popping was fun. He had a history of cutting balls in exclusive events organised by his Club. He simply cut balls off with
passion. He thought it was great that the range of balls to be cut was so
extensive. The President separated the
two teams. Mikhail addressed them. “Enjoy
the ball cutting. It’s a manly sport. By special request you can play choking
games with cut cocks. These games will be played for the first time here at
this complex. It won’t be the first time you have held a cock in your mouth.
It may be your last. Good hunting!” Both leaders opted for a
slow start with a duel. The two members fought in the centre
of a circle surrounded by hostile men. They had difficulty in holding the
knives where the blade was exposed. They took their time fondling the balls.
It took awhile before the knives threatened the
balls. They looked each other deeply in the yes, smiled then shouting “Now!” The knives cut into the balls creating a gooey mush. They
returned with the knives for a second thrust to cut the balls right off. Two versus One. Twelve
fighters reported to take part. The match is continuous. The fighters
eliminate one by one until there is a Last Man Standing. The fight is neither
fair nor predetermined. A fighter pins the target from behind; his buddy cuts
off the target’s balls. The twelve fighters
enjoyed the ball cutting. Sure eleven of them lost their balls but the
experience was worth it. The Last Man Standing was a wrestler. Leader John
gave him a hero’s welcome. Six members raised him above their shoulders and
processed around the ball cutting area. James expected the
procession to halt where fellow wrestlers would ceremoniously cut the hero’s balls off. This didn’t happen so he complained to leader John. The
hero deserved to have his balls cut off. This would have been an appropriate
reward. The next section was a
small group activity to capture six targets for execution. Leader John
included James in the hunting party. It was an exaggeration to call it a
hunting party when the ball cutting ground was a courtyard. James enjoyed his
group’s hunting of three targets. They lined them up side
by side, shoulder to shoulder, hands behind the shoulders. The third target had
bull sized balls. James went out of his way to cut them off. Ron’s
other team cut off both the cocks and the balls. They shoved the cut cocks
into mouths. The targets initially gagged but then accepted the intrusion. The President felt left out
of things. He had not personally cut any balls off; nobody had tried to cut
his balls off. He was a Club failure. Not quite. He had organised
a Club meeting where forty or so members crushed or popped balls before
cutting them off. His guards were surprised
when a single member challenged Mikhail who was flattered. It isn’t every day that he gets a challenge. Mikhail took the challenge in
his stride, prepared the knife. Both cocks responded to the danger. The
member gave Mikhail a fright. He held Mikhail’s balls in the palm of his
hand. He stumbled, dropped the knife and realised
it was over. Mikhail’s knife cut into the top of the cock shaft before
cutting off the balls. Mikhail shoved the cut cock into the mouth and down
the throat for choking. The guards were impressed. Ron was concerned that his
team was losing. He was used to the idea that they would all lose their balls
but execution…On the other hand if his team won
they could continue cutting off cocks and balls. Mikhail wondered how he was
going to assess the winning team. The scores, that is the number of balls
cut, was fairly even at this point. This was the first time that there was no
outright winner. He decided to fall back on the free-for-all genre. He called
the President over. “I’m
sorry. There is no clear winning team. I will have to declare the conclusion
of today’s ball cutting to be free-for-all. Therefore, I will depend on you
or your representative to ensure that all balls are cut.” The President swallowed. “Of
course, I am disappointed but the priority must be to cut all the balls
including my own bull sized balls. The Club thanks you for being an
understanding business friend catering to our special needs.” The President was reluctant
to interrupt the wrestler fighting a Club member. They had reached a critical
moment where both knives were strategically placed underneath the balls. They
thrust the knives upward, broke the ball sacks and moaned. The President
stretched both arms upward and called “Stop!”
His cock was as hard as a totem pole. “You’re
doing a fantastic job. Mikhail tells me that our District Ball Cutting Club
has been nominated as Club of the Year. Your ball cutting is an important
part of the achievement. As the President I must tell you I am proud to watch
you have a memorable experience. There will be a ten minute
break. You are welcome to submit fresh ideas about ball cutting scenarios. We
will try them out. Otherwise we will revert to a free-for-all. I remind you
that all balls will be cut.” Both Leader John and Ron
had bright ideas along similar lines. “Let’s
pretend we are gladiators in this arena. The objective is to cut balls one
gladiator at a time until there is a Last Man Standing. A guard of honour will carry him on their shoulders around the ball
cutting area. Then, as a Tribute, the gladiators will ceremoniously cut his
balls off.” James was glad he had
survived to this point where he could act out his gladiator aspirations. Some
Club members had no knowledge of gladiators but were happy to participate. The President ordered the
gladiators to formally parade. He wondered about the oath “We who are about to die…” but decided no! There were fifteen would be
gladiators. In effect the match was a free-for-all. Where was a whistle? Ron
found one, eyed the President to gesture the start, and blew the whistle. The gladiators spread out
and looked attentively. It took a while before they came close to one
another. Leader John cottoned on to the fact group activity would be more
productive than single combat. He collected a posse of six gladiators.
Cutting the balls of a lone gladiator was a breeze. The next gladiator was
not so cooperative. He bravely attacked the posse knowing full well that they
would cut off his balls. Ron’s posse was only four
including the President. ( Spoiler alert. I’m afraid they didn’t cut the
mustard.) The President watched James cut off Ron’s balls. The President and
Ron had bonded when they popped each other’s balls. He was so incensed that
he threw caution to the winds. James enlisted help from his posse. There was
no way the President could escape his fate. James held the cut balls up for
all to see. The gladiators whittled
down the numbers until they were fighting their team buddies. Leader John had
resented James from day one so he was glad to challenge him. James was happy
to cut off his balls. He was surprised to find he was the Last Man Standing.
Six gladiators formed an honour guard, lifted him
above their heads and processed around the ball cutting area. When they
stopped they saw his impressive erect cock. The cock spurted profusely under
their tender loving care. Then they cut off the bull sized balls. |
