The crushing of Captain Martello’s balls

Captain Martello’s crushing balls background

Water Polo match

Military recruiters paid particular attention to sports teams such as water polo. The players were physically fit, confident with teams and demonstrated aggressiveness necessary for military service. Lieutenant Austin was in charge of the swimming pool located inside the barrack’s grounds; this gave it privacy. The sports teams were given a censored view of military life. The quartermaster supplied the opposing water polo teams of seven players each with coloured skull caps. He claimed he had no swimming costumes to issue. Therefore, the water polo teams could compete naked. Blue versus red skull caps.

The Lieutenant ordered them to line up as if on parade beside the swimming pool.

“Enjoy playing water polo naked. It allows for horse play with our cocks and balls. Today’s water polo will be a recreation of the dirty game of many year’s ago. Players are expected to knee each other’s balls or manhandle them. Spare hands pull cocks. Any questions?”

“What is your role?”

“I’m the umpire blowing a whistle to start/stop the game. I will dive in to stop ball manhandling getting out of hand. The objective is having fun playing with our balls. We are not crushing balls.”

The Lieutenant’s job was to identify potential ball crushers. He was proud to display his thick cock and bull balls in front of the impressive line up. The whistle looked good across his hairy chest. He picked up the polo ball.

The team players selected two leaders—Rudy and Hamish. Who would have predicted that Rudy would be selected for officer training, have a major career and end up as the Commander? Rudy collected his team for a motivational briefing. The ball had to be thrown to score points but, at the same time, they were to knee or handle balls underwater. By comparison Hamish wanted his team to pull cocks underwater. The Lieutenant said “Go for it!”

They formed up on opposite side of the pool. Immediately the Lieutenant blew the whistle they dived into position; the Lieutenant threw the polo ball in. The Red team led by Hamish captured the ball, threw it towards their goalpost. Two members of the Blue team led by Rudy counter-attacked. They kneed the balls before the Red team player could throw the polo ball. The pain was unexpected.

“Oh my balls!” he exclaimed.

The Blue goal keeper stopped a goal but, in turn, felt a knee bumping into his balls. The bump fell short of the pain thresh-hold. Nice! The Lieutenant was delighted that the teams entered into the spirit of kneeing balls so promptly. Hamish pulled off a cock but missed catching the polo ball at a critical moment. He overlooked his vulnerability. Bingo! A hand grasped his balls. Ouch! The Red goal keeper raised his arms to stop a goal. A knee hit his balls. He felt the pain but enjoyed it.

Break. The players stopped to change sides and catch their breath.The leaders resumed a pep talk. Rudy spoke effectively but so far he had not handled any balls. He would rectify this in the concluding game. The goal keepers had done their job but had bruised balls. Neither side scored a goal so far. Some of the players looked closely at the Lieutenant’s cock and balls. They wondered how he could be dragged into the pool for attention.

The Lieutenant blew the whistle, threw the polo ball deliberately into the air. Two players leaped out of the water in an effort to catch it. Whilst they raised their arms opposing players moved in to knee the balls. This time the knees stung the balls. The player dropped the polo ball. In other parts of the pool Red team members pulled cocks as well as manhandling balls. Rudy finally scored manhandling a set of balls. His opponent pleaded but Rudy persisted. The Lieutenant dived in and ordered Rudy to stop. Rudy impressed him when his hands struck out for the bull balls. Rudy’s hands grasped the bull balls firmly and sensually. Yes, Rudy could progress to seriously crushing balls. Both the Blue and Red teams scored a goal so there was no outright winner.

The quartermaster supplied towels. Rudy insisted on flicking his towel on a nearby ass. Everybody joined in. The Lieutenant got positive responses. All the team members expressed an interest in joining the military. The Lieutenant was in his element. He would nominate both Rudy and Hamish for a serious crushing balls game. Wait one: he added two more players. It wouldn’t matter if these players were culled before they officially enlisted.

Rudy crushes balls

Rudy was gobsmacked when he discovered men met for ball crushing competitions. First prize is awarded to the outstanding ball crusher; second prize to the outstanding cock cutter; third prize to the most promising new player. The prospect of taking part in one of these competitions was exciting. Apparently Lieutenant Austin nominated him, Hamish, and three other water polo team members for consideration. He cautioned them that such competitions could be terminal; in his experience it was important for novices to work with a partner or two. One on one competitors were experienced in pulping balls.

Organisers sometimes handed out castration knives to slice off the crushed balls and maybe a cock or two. Hamish had dreamt about cutting off cocks and balls.

The next competition was scheduled for six week’s time, reporting location to be advised, and transport provided. The quartermaster would issue them with military boots in advance. This was so that they could tuck in any castration knives. Otherwise they could expect to fight naked. The competition procedures varied; teams might be distinguished by wearing particular caps. Once upon a time they would be labelled “strictly for blokes”. All competitors would have a cock and two balls ready for crushing and cutting off. Rudy and Hamish considered such a competition a feast.

Trucks delivered the competitors to a compact playing field. Basic timber constructions provided seating at opposite ends. Two, tough, team leaders ordered the competitors to line up for selection.

“We are issuing every man with knives strictly to cut off cocks and balls. If anybody tries to slit throats or anything else we will be execute them instantly. Is that clear?”

“Yes leader.”

They handed out the knives.

The other leader said “We want to hear the sound of popping balls before your reaction—delight, dismay, scream. So shout it out!”

Rudy was separated from Hamish and the other water polo players. Today’s competition starts with one to one, two to one, jumps to five to five, and continues with a snapshot of a battle.

The one to one competitors spread out across the field. The two team leaders monitored the event with a whistle and fast footwork on the field. Rudy was alert to the nuances of one to one ball crushing. He flexed his hands as he pretended to crush balls. The two competitors immediately in front of him fully grasped the balls, slowly applied pressure. The rules here were simple. Squeeze the balls beyond the threshold of pain. The competitor unable to tolerate the pain could admit defeat. His aggressor crushes the balls, unsheathes his knife, cuts off the crushed balls and cock. He may shove the cock into the competitor’s mouth. The leaders liked the sight of the build up of competitors holding cut cocks in their mouths. Another possibility was for both competitors to crush each other’s balls.

Lieutenant Austin’s advice was sound. Two on one was the way to go if you wanted to live to fight another competition. Rudy was spellbound as he watched a competitor pinning a target from behind; his fellow competitor then crushing the exposed balls. The target screamed “give me back my balls” as he looked down at the knife cutting off his cock. His aggressor obliged by shoving the cock and the balls into his mouth.

Rudy caught sight of the three other water polo players when they were drafted into the circle game. Both leaders enjoyed watching the line up; competitors stretched out their right hand to grasp the nearby balls.This game was timed. After the starting whistle competitors race to crush the balls held in their right hands before a second whistle declares stop. The leaders determine the duration with due respect to the results. Some competitors will miss out on finishing off crushing balls or having their balls crushed. The results ultimately do not matter. Those who keep their balls for the moment take their chances in the snapshot of a battle.

The three water polo players were spaced out between older competitors with strong hands. All their balls were primed for crushing. Rudy looked across and noted that they were at a disadvantage. The leaders encouraged the ten competitors to choose the balls they wished to crush. Hamish was slightly disappointed that he wasn’t drafted for the circle game. He saw the range of balls and would have been happy to crush any of them. His turn would come.

The circle was quite compact but with room for a leader to ensure they were gripping the balls firmly. He beckoned to the other leader to blow the starting whistle. There was no time for a warm up or gradual increase of pressure. The right hands attempted to crush the balls as far as time permits. The sound of screams and exclamations proved that some balls had been crushed even in this short space of time. Both leaders smiled at each other. They may have been veterans of crushing ball competitions but they were thrilled to watch the latest generation get to it.

One of the water polo players crushed the balls on his right but at the expense of his own balls. The other two water polo players were dismayed/ elated to feel the crushing of their balls. They fumbled and missed out on crushing balls. The remaining competitors thought they were making progress when the stop whistle blew. Damn! A leader noted two successful ball crushers for prize consideration.

The next phase was cutting off the cocks and crushed balls. The leaders stepped in to help but noted two cock cutters for prize consideration. They specially liked lining up the competitors with cut cocks in their mouths beside the snapshot of a battle site. The survivors of the one to one and two on one games were surprised to be drafted into the snapshot of a battle. They took it in good grace. Truth told they loved the adrenaline generated when cutting off balls.

The leaders counted over twenty competitors available for the snapshot of a battle. They separated them into two opposing forces. Rudy’s erect cock gave him confidence. He put his hand up, asked a leader whether he could command one force. The leader was impressed with his request, ordered him to rally his competitors. Rudy stepped out in front of his force.

“Look at my cock. It’s primed and ready for the snapshot of a battle. Stroke your cocks now so that we jointly attack with fully erect cocks.”

The opposing force overheard. Why not? They stroked their cocks into erection. The two leaders followed suit. So the competitors in the snapshot of a battle fought wearing boots, naked, strong hands and a knife tucked in the side of their boots. The two leaders thought “very macho”.

Rudy added: “Remember we want to hear the sound of popping balls as well as the shouts.”

Rudy partnered up with a tough competitor. The so-called snapshot of a battle was essentially a free-for-all once the two forces had confronted one another. The two leaders enjoyed watching the competitors grasping balls. Both hands were required to grip bull size balls. This exposed the aggressors to reciprocal action. Three pairs crushed each other’s balls. Bravo!

Rudy’s partner pinned an opponent from behind. Rudy had unobstructed access to the exposed balls. He enjoyed hearing the popping sound before the opponent screamed “Help! You’re crushing my balls.”

“Tough. That’s what we are here for.”

Rudy took a turn pinning an opponent from the shoulders behind. This time the opponent freed his hands to grasp the partner’s balls. The partner reciprocated. The two crushed each other’s balls. They both shouted “Bingo!” Once the pain registered they exclaimed “Oh my balls!”

Rudy collected his wits and shouted commands to his force.

“Crush their balls. Go on. You proved you can do it.”

The snapshot of a battle was probably authentic for close quarter fighting. The competitors were tightly closed beside one another. It was difficult to avoid strong hands securing and crushing balls. The sound of popping balls echoed across the ground. There was a round of screams as the ball crushing progressed.

The leaders were critical in their evaluation of the best ball crushers. The ball crushers they liked in the circle game were here in action; their hands must be sore by now; they don’t seem to mind. The sheer number of crushed balls was a revelation. Today’s competitors took the task seriously. The leaders had fought in previous competitions which were low-key compared with this one. The organisers will be impressed and schedule more competitions in the future.

Rudy surprised his opponents when his force captured three of them. He lined them up, shoulder to shoulder, hands behind their shoulders. Rudy carried out his version of an execution supported by two competitors plus those pinning from behind. The victorious three held the balls up, smiled at one another. A leader intervened by blowing a whistle. He heard the sound of popping balls before the opponents screamed in agony. The time came to unsheathe knives.

Hamish’s dream came true: he crushed balls, cut them off as well as a cock. The problem was that an opponent did the same to him. The opponent switched cocks. Hamish had to open his mouth wider. At first it felt like a cock sucking experience. The cock entered in and out. Then he swallowed the cock down his throat blocking off the airwaves—the beginning of choking. In turn Hamish’s cock choked the opponent.

Rudy was very excited to cut the crushed balls off. He had dreamt of cutting balls off but the reality was better. In future competitions he would make a point of milking cocks but these erect cocks were easy to cut. Lieutenant Austin had briefed him on the best way to cut off a cock—top of the shaft!

The competitors enjoyed all of the activities. It was a shame to stop them. The leaders waited until four competitors finished crushing the balls in their hands. They announced that ball crushing stopped. Competitors were to use their knives to cut off the crushed balls and cocks. Competitors with live balls and cocks were to be left alone. They had a field day watching the cutting. They identified the outstanding cock cutter—hairy chested, obviously experienced, thick cock and bull balls.

The three prizes were oversize necklaces designed to be worn over the neck and across chests. Craftsmen had attached wooden figures of cocks and balls onto hanging rope. Nobody mentioned that today’s cut cocks and balls would be collected and used in the making of garlands for other, underground, events. The two leaders finally agreed on the outstanding ball crusher. He was a lumberjack, bare chested, long cock and impressive balls. He stepped out in front so that everybody could see him. Applause and cat calls.

“Have you booked for the next ball crushing competition?”

“We would like to crush your balls. How about it?”

The competitors heckled the outstanding cock cutter with similar jibes.

“How come you don’t have a cut cock in your mouth?”

The leaders knew that a mop up squad would finish off the competitors with cocks shoved into their mouths.

The most promising new player was Rudy who liked the feel of the hanging rope across his chest. After the congratulations and back slapping the leaders led him into an awaiting military jeep. The driver wore a regulation camouflage hat but was naked.

“I am authorised and ordered to talk to you. There’s no problem with you being a naked passenger. We both have cocks and balls…he paused…for the moment. Lieutenant Austin has high hopes for you. He is one of our best recruiting officers. The necklace looks good across your chest. I can confirm that when we arrive at military Head Quarters you will sign the enlistment form for a Recruit Officer. The quarter master will issue you with regulation clothes after showering. The military police will provide temporary accommodation. They will introduce you to necessary discipline, following orders etc. You will enter the next officer training program. Your official file will be marked specially for those in the know. You are a veteran of a ball crushing competition. At various stages of your career you will have the opportunity to organise similar events. No bragging. Good luck!”

Rudy repeats a ball crushing event

Rudy, now a Captain, persuaded his higher ups to unofficially approve a ball crushing event. It was an effective way of culling troops who failed to score targets on the firing range. In addition skilled interrogators assessed their attitude to killing the enemy. Those who wavered would lose their balls.

Rudy created an execution squad to supervise, extend the event to incorporate cutting off the crushed balls and cocks. Strictly speaking the military police were responsible for executions. In this instance soldiers from other units expressed a willingness to serve.

Rudy had two military policemen as guards. The three of them were “balls’s men”. Two privates brought a box of regulation knives to be handed out at the last minute. The knives were nothing fancy but they did the job. Rudy envied the knife manufacturers whose blades specialised in cutting off cocks and balls.

The execution squad prevented the chosen troops from escaping. The knives were strictly for cutting off cocks and balls. Any other use leads to instant execution. They reluctantly accepted the challenge but warmed to the thrill. Only twenty troops qualified this time.

The dress of the day for the opening parade was boots, knife tucked into side of boots, exposed cocks and balls, and bare buff/chests. Rudy was an exhibitionist happy to flaunt his big cock and bull balls in front of everybody. He inspected all balls on parade paying particular attention to bull balls. He expected a number of erect cocks. The lineup of cocks and balls was impressive.

The two military policemen assigned to protect their Captain laughed. The first had bull balls. He was laughing because he worked out that an aggressor would need both hands to hold and crush his balls. His fellow companion helped him try out the scenario by holding his balls with both hands. The first military policeman was able to stretch out and easily hold the second military policeman’s balls. Both of them along with the Captain were “balls’s men”. Last time they rescued him. The players surrounding him clutched their crushed balls.

Rudy chose two, shy, soldiers to confront one another in the centre of a circle. He wanted the assembled soldiers to heckle as the two crushed each other’s balls. The two privates would then demonstrate the use of the knives. Once Rudy blew an opening whistle the assembled soldiers ignored the demonstration and proceeded to throw themselves at an opponent.

The sound of popping balls preceded screams both of victory and anguish. One -on-one confrontation led to mutual crushing of balls. Smarter soldiers joined forces—two-on-one. Who said crushing balls was fair? The military policeman with the bull balls felt his opponent’s two hands crushing them without mercy. He staggered, shouted an obscenity, and tried to reciprocate. Too late. His opponent moved on to another set of balls.

Rudy’s cock erected as he watched the splendid display. A period of time elapsed before the soldiers unsheathed their knives. The execution squad paid particular attention to the crushed balls and cocks cutting. In many cases the soldiers shoved them into mouths.

An imaginary ball crushing battle

Rudy, now Captain Martello, remained a balls’ man. He decided to stage a re-enactment of close quarter battle. The soldiers fight naked except for boots and castration knives. The objective is to crush balls and cut off balls and cocks.

There was a surprising demand for places in the two opposing teams. The members were fully aware of the high casualty rate but chose to fight. When the military police execution squad had their way the fight would be to the last cock and balls. The Captain created an execution squad to supervise, extend the event to incorporate cutting off the crushed balls and cocks. Strictly speaking the military police were responsible for executions. In this instance soldiers from other units expressed a willingness to serve.

The number of members in each team remained flexible—fifteen or so. This time there were a few reserve soldiers willing to join in at short notice. For instance, the two soldiers handing out the castration knives wanted to try them out.

As befitting his rank the Captain had two body guards. He chose them for their bull sized balls rather than their weapon expertise. In fact he envied the soldiers who would cut off their balls. Nevertheless the body guards were no slouches when it came to killing the enemy. They had a proven record overseas.

The two body guards assigned to protect their Captain laughed. The first had bull balls. He was laughing because he worked out that an aggressor would need both hands to hold and crush his balls. His fellow companion helped him try out the scenario by holding his balls with both hands. The first military policeman was able to stretch out and easily hold the second body guards’ balls. Both of them along with the Captain were “balls’s men”. Last time they rescued him. The players surrounding him clutched their crushed balls.

Rudy chose two, shy, soldiers to confront one another in the centre of a circle. He wanted the assembled soldiers to heckle as the two crushed each other’s balls. The two privates would then demonstrate the use of the knives. The sound of popping balls preceded screams both of victory and anguish. One -on-one confrontation led to mutual crushing of balls. Smarter soldiers joined forces—two-on-one. Who said crushing balls was fair? The body guard with the bull balls felt his opponent’s two hands crushing them without mercy. He staggered, shouted an obscenity, and tried to reciprocate. Too late. His opponent moved on to another set of balls.

Rudy’s cock erected as he watched the splendid display. A period of time elapsed before the soldiers unsheathed their knives. The execution squad paid particular attention to the crushed balls and cocks cutting. In many cases the soldiers shoved them into mouths.

The close quarter battle took place in a concentrated ball crushing zone. The execution squad gots its way. The fight progressed beyond the ball crushing of both teams to the castration knives cutting off the cocks and balls. The execution squad dragged the reserve soldiers into the ball crushing zone. The cocks were fully erect after watching the two teams fight it out. The reserve soldiers knew how to cut off each other’s cock’s and balls. They managed to attack two execution squad members who were momentarily off-guard. Tough luck! Rudy’s cock spewed as the knives cut off four sets of cocks and balls.

Whopper cocks and balls for cutting

The Pirate Island Field Operations Officer was concerned that his troopers neglected to crush balls during a recent grease game. Captain Ferris was outstanding in organising cock cutting but an outsider needed to be brought in to promote ball crushing. Unofficial sources mentioned that Captain Martello was the balls’ man to contact. If he himself was not available would he recommend an officer? He would preferably have a whopper cock and balls. His duties would include training players and taking part in the cocks and balls cutting game.

Captain Martello was thrilled when he received the unofficial invitation. Yes, he had Lieutenant Peakman in mind. It gave him an excuse to flaunt his bull size balls in front of the Lieutenant who will also wear boots and castration knife only.

“Lieutenant. Remain standing. The Pirate Island Field Operations Officer requests a visiting officer. His duties are to train troopers for ball crushing followed by a cutting cocks and balls exercise. He is expected to take part. This is a golden opportunity given your whopper cock and experience in crushing balls. Consider the invitation as a big honour for our unit. I like the way your cock erected as I talked. I take that as a resounding yes to the proposal. The senior officer tasked me with inspecting and measuring your cock and balls. Stand in front of me with your legs wide apart.”

The Captain stretched a tape measure the full length of the circumcised cock. Cocks are whopper when they measure more than nine inches. The cock qualifies. The bull balls were more difficult to measure. He needed both hands to encompass them.

“Remember when you use both hands your own balls are exposed to crushing. I’m sure you will point this out in the training. The soldiers will find your whopper cock a premium target to cut off. That’s a hazard of joining in the exercise. How do you feel about this threat to cut off your whopper cock?”

“Can I commission a soldier to paint a picture of my cock on a plate of apples? When he is finished painting the cock can be shoved into his mouth for choking.”

A stores sergeant joined Lieutenant Peakman on the journey to Pirate Island. His luggage included a box of fifty knives.

“Sergeant. Explain what the knives are for. You can tell me because I am cleared to rumour.”

“Sir, I am the knife manufacturer’s representative as well as a sergeant. The knives have the finest blades…”

“I see the big bulge in the front of your trousers.”

“Sir. Let me start again. The blades are especially crafted to cut off cocks and balls.”

“Does the company have a track record?”

“Yes.” He laughed. “ The few complaints have been about cutting off bull balls. They require two hands plus several knife thrusts during which time the opponent scores.”

“What do you think?”

“ I think it’s hot. The danger to my bull balls is exciting. My cock is rock solid when it watches soldiers cutting off their cocks and balls, swapping and shoving them into mouths for choking.”

“Sergeant. How did you get the job? What experience did you have?”

“Sir. I am a proud member of the Military Cattle Cut Club. I served in two memorable events. I’m afraid cutting off cocks is addictive. I was scared at the beginning of the first event. Then I discovered my cock was rock solid in the face of the danger. The knife manufacturer sent a civilian representative for the second event. He got offside the soldiers and cut off more cocks than a fair share. The troopers jacked up on him and promptly cut off his cock and balls. After this there were fraught negotiations between our forces and the manufacturer. Captain Ferris nominated me as a substitute. The knife manufacturer is not permitted to send me to civilian events.”

“Sergeant. That’s a pity but I can personally assure you that the forthcoming event will be brutal enough to satisfy your darkest desires. Show me your cock and balls.”

The sergeant opened up the front of his general purpose camouflage trousers.

“Sergeant. Congratulations. It’s great to have a whopper cock. What do you feel about the danger to your cock and balls?”

“Sir. The enemy put name tags on cut off cocks in the Vietnam war. These games are a substitute for war. I will certainly cut off as many cocks and balls as I can. Dare I ask what about you?”

“I have been invited as a crushing ball expert to extend the game from just cutting off cocks. The players enjoy the extra cutting required.”

“Sir. Do the players shove cut cocks and balls into mouths?”

“Sergeant. It’s no secret when this happens. Unfortunately for us like minded these terminal games are infrequent. I heard about fourteen Vietnam prisoners of war ordered at gunpoint to shove cut cocks into random mouths. The balls were heaped on a tray. Then they choked one another with the cut cocks.”

“Sir. Gosh. Look at my cock. Our talk is turning my cock on.”

“Sergeant. See the top of the cock’s shaft? Cut here. It’s an instant cock killer.”

Captain Ferris escorted Lieutenant Peakman to see the Field Operations Officer. For the purpose of the visit all wore boots, a castration knife and were otherwise naked. An inspection was followed by frank talk.

“Lieutenant. My troops are a bit slow. I was the only one to crush balls at a recent event. Your task is to train the selected troops to crush balls first. Then they can unsheathe their knives and cut off the cocks and balls. You will join in the exercise and have my permission to cut off cocks and balls as you wish.

Captain Ferris has arranged an informal meeting with our newly appointed officers. It would be helpful if you pass on expertise on ball crushing. The Captain will attend to your accommodation needs. Officers Dismiss.”

The Captain explained that many previous officers took part in their own cutting off cocks exercise. Pirate Island had a sound history of cock cutting rather than cutting off cocks and balls.

A few of the selected troops saw the naked officers file into a large, temporary, tent. They noted the wearing of boots and possible tucking in of knives. Lieutenant Peakman was able to show starting points for holding the balls. The officers fell into line and held each other’s balls. One-on-one. The Lieutenant elaborated verbally on the exercise. An officer would pin the target from behind permitting his buddy access to the exposed balls in a two-on-one. When numbers permitted the officers could pin many targets. Resistance made the fight unpredictable. For the privileged military police into formal executions there were no number limits. The balls would sound POP when crushed. Now was the time to unsheathe the knife, cut off the crushed balls and cock. You could play it by ear but usually the cut cocks went into mouths for choking. You might prefer to shove both cock and balls into the mouth. By the end of this lecture most of the officers’ cocks were erect.

The selected troops wanted more than erect cocks. They wanted wide open mouths to swallow the sperm from the cocks. Lieutenant Peakman was happy to lead them to this point at the end of his lecture. He ordered ten troopers to stand beside one another, raise their arms above the next shoulders, and wait for the other ten troopers to insert the cocks. He blew a whistle for the cock sucking to start. Three troopers sprayed three faces with sperm; the remaining seven swallowed. Once he was satisfied that the cocks of the ten troopers had spurted he ordered them to change position. The Lieutenant knew that this mass spurting would relax them for the uncompromising cock crushing and cock and ball cutting.

The sergeant handed out the treasured knives. The blade was easier to handle. He found it very manly to have his cock and balls exposed along with everybody else's. A few extra troopers joined in at the last moment. He didn’t know where they came from but could see they sported bull size balls. After all the Lieutenant wanted them to start with crushing balls. Once again the sergeant was scared. The odds of survival were stacked against him.

The Lieutenant enjoyed the power of the whistle. He scattered the troopers across a wide area.They were required to move, possibly join up with other troopers, and confront a target trooper-to-trooper. A handful chose one-on-one. They were comfortable with pulling each other’s cock. The cocks spurted over their hands which they then moved down to the balls. They looked at each other. “Now!” The wet hands crushed the balls. Pop! The Lieutenant helped them unsheathe the knives from their boots. One tried to grab the Lieutenant’s cock to get him to join in. Not this time. They found it easier to cut off the crushed balls first. That left one hand free to cut off the cock. The top of the cocks’s shafts was ready for the instant cock killer. They swapped cocks and inserted them into their mouths. They dropped the balls as they shoved the cocks in and out of their mouths. In time the cocks went further and further until they started to swallow. Breathing became heavier. They started to choke, tried to disgorge the cocks but lost consciousness.

There was a problem with a two-on-one. A very strong trooper pinned the target from behind. The target cried.

“Spare my cock and balls. I will do anything to keep them. Help.”

The Lieutenant had encountered such cries on previous exercises. He gestured to the attacker to crush the balls. Pop. The target now cried in pain. The Lieutenant was impressed with the way in which the attacker promptly cut off the cock and balls, shut the target up when he shoved both the cock and the balls into his mouth.

There were enough numbers for five troopers to pin five troopers side by side for a modest execution. The troopers were now glad of their physical fitness required to pin the targets. The sergeant’s cock was now fully erect as he watched the execution. Five troopers crushed the exposed balls. This time they shared the task of cutting off the cocks and balls.

A trooper returned to the box of knives requesting a fresh one. As soon as the sergeant handed it over the trooper attacked him. They both sported fully erect cocks which were easy targets. A third trooper joined in again with a fully erect cock. The Lieutenant was pleased that they were entering into the spirit of the exercise but disappointed that they were overlooking crushing balls. The two troopers honed in on the sergeant. To his surprise they established a threesome. Each held the set of balls on his right.

“On the count of three…One. Two. Three.”

The three sets of balls popped as they were crushed. The two troopers took it in turns to cut off the sergeant’s cock and balls. They allowed him to cut off their cocks and balls. All three cocks were whoppers. The cocks looked impressive when they jutted out of their mouths. For ten minutes or so they wandered past other troopers crushing balls. They saw four-on-two, five-on-five. The sergeant was puzzled. Some troopers screamed in pain when their balls popped; shoving cocks into their mouths was a reliable way of shutting them up. Other troopers barely noticed the pain.

There was another modest execution. Three strong troopers pinned three targets from behind. The erect cocks of the assailants spurted as they crushed the targets’ balls. That wasn’t the end of the matter. The three strong troopers released the targets, moved forward and crushed the balls of the assailants.

A trooper shouted “To the Last Ball”. The four surviving troopers joined in shouting “To the Last Ball”. The troopers determined the Lieutenant’s fate. There was no way he could keep his whopper cock and bull sized balls. If he tried to back out the five troopers would assault him.Two other troopers had bull sized balls. The six cocks were primed for spurting. The Lieutenant lined up the bull sized balls troopers to face opponents one-on-one. They clustered in a tight triangle: they would hear the sound of the popping balls plus watch one another.. By coincident his opponent had a whopper cock. He ordered them to hold each other’s balls for a few minutes.

“Come on troopers. Start smiling. You are about to crush and cut balls off. Terrific. The cocks are a bonus.”

He put the whistle into his mouth and returned both hands to his opponent’s balls. What a great feeling. They start crushing when he blows the whistle. The sound of six sets of balls popping is electrifying. Two troopers screamed in pain. The Lieutenant was excited that at last he shared the experience of crushing balls. No matter that the trooper crushed his balls.

He remembered something that the sergeant had told him about complaints. The attacking trooper had trouble holding the Lieutenant’s bull sized balls and cutting them off. By contrast the Lieutenant had knife flexibility to cut off the trooper’s balls. Two troopers had similar problems cutting off bull sized balls. Their opponents promptly cut off their balls.

Four troopers swapped cut cocks. They played with them, pushing them in and out of the mouths. Comment: I guess they were cock suckers used to opening their mouths wide. The Lieutenant and his opponent joined in to add strength. They shoved the cocks deep down the throats until they got stuck. The four troopers tried to disgorge the cocks but slowly choked.

The Lieutenant and his opponent had been carrying their own whopper cocks in their mouths. The experience was thrilling but it was time to carry out manly duties. It didn’t take long before the whopper cocks got stuck in the throats. They both dreamed of crushing and cutting balls and cocks as they lost consciousness.

The Field Operations Officer sent Captain Martello three messages. The official one stated that Lieutenant Peakman was KIA. The second, unofficial, message thanked him for recommending Lieutenant Peakman. He trained both officers and enlisted troopers. The exercise was carried out to a high standard. The ball crushing was a big success. The Lieutenant carried out his duties To the Last Ball. The third message stated that Lieutenant Peakman inspired two officers to want to design and lead a similar exercise. Captain Martello may wish to invite them in any future exercise. It is taken for granted that their duties may extend To the Last Ball.

Buddies play ball games

Derek and Mark had an underground reputation. Their brutal hands simply had a flair for crushing balls. They liked working as a two man team taking turns to crush balls. Captain Martello, the commander, authorised the live ball crushing exercises. He assembled fifteen soldiers to act as the enemy. He ordered Lieutenant Park

to select fifteen soldiers for the event. This time there was a concession. Lieutenant Park took selecting the balls for crushing seriously. Derek and Mark smiled when they and their fellow soldiers were ordered to line up naked but wearing boots. What a feast for ball lovers! The Lieutenant was effectively written off before the event so he decided to indulge. He personally grasped every set of balls. The soldiers he selected moved to the outside. Derek and Mark were pleased to be chosen. They toyed with the idea of crushing the Lieutenant’s balls. He deserved it after arranging for his soldiers to crush one another’s balls.

Greville, the stores manager, was authorised to supply Lieutenant Park and the fifteen soldiers with the latest castration knives. In this game the soldiers would crush the balls first, then cut off the crushed balls, maybe the cocks last. Captain Martello gave Lieutenant Park permission for all to fight to the last ball. That was a nice way of saying “Goodbye”.

Greville envied Lieutenant Park and his fellow ball crushers. He himself was a balls cutting man but enjoyed cutting off cocks on occasion. Lieutenant Park had authority over him and had ordered him to join in. The seventeenth knife was his! Greville forgot that his big balls attracted ball crushing hands.

Peacetime military service was more rewarding when the authorities permitted these specialist games. In fact a declaration of war would shortly bring these games to an abrupt halt. The enemy would prove to be effective ball crushers in close quarter combat.

Lieutenant Park instinctively knew which soldiers would enjoy crushing balls, cutting off balls and choking on cut cocks. Some of them were trying for the first and last time. Julian was enraptured when the fighters assembled wearing boots with the castration knives inserted into the side; the sight of the exposed cocks and balls gave him an instant hard-on. He would have no qualms about popping balls; in fact he would prove to be the outstanding ball crusher of the day.

The event took place in the middle of a sunny day. The landscape was an enclosure located a few miles away from the barracks. To add to the adventure Lieutenant Park led the naked, sixteen, soldiers to the enclosure. This gave them time to get used to the nakedness, the feeling of the cocks and balls swinging in the breeze and the anticipation of using the castration knives.

Julian assessed that Derek and Mark would be dangerous challengers and best kept at arms’ length until he had scored elsewhere.

Lieutenant Park ordered the soldiers to line up in formation of ten and six. He ordered them to remove, hold up the knives from the boots.

“Captain Martello gives us the freedom to enjoy using these knives. What he had in mind, well, you can guess. He is a balls man experienced in crushing balls, cutting off balls and even cocks. He believes that you must be given the opportunity to do it for yourself. For the next five minutes I want you to mingle and use your hands to hold sets of balls. You might identify the balls you wish to crush. Go!”

The soldiers mingled and familiarised themselves with balls appealing to crush. Then, Lieutenant Park ordered them to form a circle, with arms raised and positioned on next shoulders. By now many cocks were fully erect and ready for knife play. Everybody looked across at Lieutenant Park’s erect cock and balls as he joined in the circle. The Lieutenant picked up the whistle which had been sitting across his hairy chest, moved it to his lips. He blew the whistle.

“Start!”

Four, slow, soldiers wondered what was happening when aggressors grasped their balls. Three targets were initially too slow to counter-attack. The fourth target did counter-attack; the two soldiers crushed each other’s balls in a conventional one on one attack. The sound of ten balls popping electrified and stimulated the onlookers. It wasn’t clear who was using the knives in the follow up cutting off the balls crushed or otherwise. Mark thought that two of the original targets cut off the balls of two aggressors but failed to crush them. Lieutenant Park honed in on the third target to establish his credibility as the leader of this event. Once again Mark noted Lieutenant Park’s big balls ideal for crushing. Both Derek and Mark realised that Captain Martello had ordered the crushing of all of their balls. So be it!

The remaining soldiers were inspired by the sound of popping balls. They liked to think that they would all get the opportunity to crush balls. Not so. Two against one, three against two, four against three, five against four…Julian was one of many who threw themselves into the fray…in fact five against four. Derek and Mark, true to form, embarked on two against one. Mark pinned the target from behind whilst Derek crushed the balls. Pop! Lieutenant Park took part in three against two.

The sound of popping balls quietened after which the soldiers unsheathed their knives. Greville had his moments of glory. His supreme pleasure was cutting off balls especially bull balls. Today he scored two sets plus the cocks. He shoved the cocks into mouths for choking. Even when soldiers may have had their balls crushed, balls cut off and mouthing a cut cock they remained dangerous and fully capable of reciprocating. A hand grasped his bull balls as he concentrated on the choking. The pressure tightened. Oh no! The hand crushed his bull balls. Two pops. He felt a knife cutting off the bull balls, looked down and saw the bull balls separated from the cock. Next the knife cut into the top shaft of the erect cock. The aggressor was a true cock killer. He was following the textbook instructions of superior cock cutting.

Lieutenant Park was not surprised when Derek and Mark targeted him. He had encouraged them over past events. He knew their flair; he knew they assessed his own big balls as the ideal for crushing. On the other hand he could crush and cut their balls off. In fact the three of them would go ahead and try to do just that. Derek and Mark completely underestimated Lieutenant Park. They appreciated that Lieutenant Park’s balls would crush best with old fashioned, manly, handling. The Lieutenant was no slouch holding both sets of cocks in his manual hands. The hands co-ordinated so that four balls popped in unison. Derek and Mark were crestfallen as the Lieutenant crushed their balls.

Julian imagined he was a survivor for a few moments. Three soldiers with cocks in their mouths circled in on him. They took turns crushing his balls, cutting off his balls and lastly the cock. He joined them as one of many soldiers choking on cock. Before he lost consciousness he remembered the balls he had crushed, the balls he had cut off and the cocks shoved into mouths. The four soldiers smiled.

Captain Martello ordered the Military Police to provide their execution squad, personal security for him and accompany the fifteen soldiers. Execution squads had internal rules. In the event of casualty of the officer-in-charge all members had to join in the current exercise. This was a disciplinary issue.

A transport mishap delayed the vehicle with the fifteen soldiers. They arrived long after the initial batch had crushed their balls. There was no way Captain Martello would spare the newcomers. He let them step over the bodies, examine the ball cutting and cocks jutting out of mouths.

Everybody wore boots with the castration knives tucked inside. On this occasion everybody flaunted their balls and cocks. Captain Martello admired his own thick cock and bull size balls; he envied the privates who would soon crush each other’s balls. During previous combat exercises he was happy for the fighters to get carried away and kill all and sundry.

Lieutenant Chadwick who was in charge of the execution squad shared a problem. He and other squad members already flaunted erect cocks. Sooner rather than later soldiers armed with knives would attempt to cut them off.

He ordered the fifteen soldiers to line up in parade formation. Attend-shun, stand at ease. The line up of cocks and balls was impressive.

“Captain Martello is as disappointed as you must be. You arrived too late to join in the previous ball crushing event. In spite of this setback you will not miss out. He gives permission for you to work out with each other’s balls. I guess some of you are nervous. For that reason I have asked three soldiers to tell us of their expectation. Private Brown step forward.”

Private Brown looks exactly like a boot camp soldier, brainwashed to obey orders, physically fit, hairy chest, wide circumcised cock, but big balls.

“My hands strengthened during boot camp training exercises. I found I was able to crush ripe plums; well being a combat soldier I progressed to crushing balls. An officer reported me when I attempted to crush a soldier’s balls in the showers. I was crestfallen as my hands had firmly grasped the big balls and was about to pop them. The officer let me pop the balls but not crush them. To cut a long story short I was formally disciplined and sent here. I am surrounded by balls and look forward to mass crushing.”

“Sounds great but there are other ways of playing with balls. Private Thomas step forward.”

Private Thomas looks good when naked wearing boots. He is confident as he thrusts a big cock and bull sized balls at the soldiers.

“A sergeant overheard and reported me in barracks banter about cutting off balls. It’s time for a soldier to cut off his balls. Anyway here I am. Look at my balls. I’m ready to take on any challengers. Be prepared for me to cut your balls off.'

“So far we have anticipated mass crushing and cutting of balls but the knife blades have another important use. Tell us Private Eggar.”

“The regulation blade will do the job but the blade on our knives looks sharper. Our objective is to kill cocks. The blades are more effective when the cocks are fully erect. Cut deeply into and across the top shaft. It’s exciting but remember your cock is exposed to a reciprocal blade. The highlights of cock cutting games can be duels where both players score. In some cases the cocks are swapped before shoving into mouths.

Stroke your cocks as you listen to this terminal cock and ball cutting game. Naked players bring their favourite castration knife plus an extra. Three players arrive unannounced without weapons so the extra knives are put to good use. The game can be played with packs of cards. They sit on sports’ dressing room benches, facing one another so that they are looking at each other’s cock and balls. Another bench is set up with towels, a tray for balls, bowls and jugs of water to wash cocks. They exchange banter about their cocks and balls. They settle down and play a round of cards. A player places a card on the knife beside the foot. When all cards are distributed they turn them over and shout the score.The highest scoring card player nominates a target at random. Players drag the chosen target over to a bench where they pin him down. He is positioned facing upwards so that his cock and balls are exposed. An optional extra is to milk the cock at this point. Players take turns to manhandle the erect cocks. Once the cock spurts the players lift up the cock and balls. The highest scoring card player then cuts off the cock and balls with the player’s favourite knife. He separates the cock, dips it into water and shoves it into a mouth at random. The players continue to play cards even when their cocks are cut off and/or they are holding a cock in their mouth. The game has its rules. A player who scores the highest cards more than once is next in line to lose his cock and balls. Nice! The game progresses until all players hold a cock in their mouths. For the climax the players swap cocks and force choke. Cock killing bliss!”

Private Eggar held out his big cock for all to see.

“This is the standard for cock killing.”

“Thank you Private Eggar. His presentation has aroused a few cocks. Well done. Any further questions?”

“Will you collect the cocks and balls for a chest necklace?”

“Good question. They look good on hairy chests. Who has a hairy chest?”

Eight out of fifteen put their hands up.

“I promise that I will try to get as many chest necklaces as I can. Remember we have not yet collected the cocks and balls nearby. I will blow a whistle to start. The squad members will shortly jostle you into position.”

Captain Martello smiled his approval; he thought to himself that a lucky soldier would enjoy cutting off the Lieutenant’s outstanding cock. A chest necklace would look good on his hairy chest.

The Fifteen thought outside the box. Two squad members positioned hands onto adjacent balls. Two of the bright Fifteen lent across, grasped the squad members’ balls and held on. The squad members resisted, pretended their balls were exempt but no go. In time they leant across and grasped the balls on the right.

In a way the positioning of hands were a variation on a circle jerk. The two squad members joined groups of four. There was one group of three and two man-to-man groups of two. Fortunately everybody was right handed. They grasped the balls on the right. They started increasing the pressure well before the whistle. Some of them enjoyed the pain. The Seventeen adjusted their grip so that there was no escape. When the whistle blew every ball would be crushed. Captain Martello signalled to Lieutenant Chadwick that the loss of two squad members was acceptable. It was rare to have a simultaneous, mass, ball crushing. He anticipated the sound of balls popping; his and the Lieutenant’s cock was poised to spurt.

One of the man-to-man groups crushed balls before the whistle blew. Everybody heard the loud pops. The Lieutenant and three squad members walked across to the two men. Two squad members pinned them from behind. The Lieutenant unsheathed his knife and cut off one set of balls. A squad member followed suit. He shut them up when he shoved their cut cocks into their mouths. He suspected that some players might be cheating and act to protect their balls. He would have none of that! He ordered his squad members to recheck the hands positioning. Two players grasped another two squad members’ balls. It was a pity to lose another two sets of balls but so be it. This is what happens when soldiers play their balls for keeps.

The Lieutenant blew the whistle. His cock spurted at the sound of the popping balls. Captain Martello’s cock spurted in unison as the soldiers crushed nineteen sets of balls.

Private Brown thought he was in ball crushing heaven. The mass event was incredibly stimulating. He broke away and crushed two sets of balls with both hands. There was a second wave of balls popping. This time a hand grasped his balls. He felt a flicker of pain before the hand crushed the balls. Beauty!

The soldiers entered into the spirit of things. They moaned in pain but unsheathed their knives, bent down, held the balls with their left hands and then cut off the balls with their right hands. Captain Martello had insisted that the knives were state-of-the-art. Greville, his late store manager, had already tested them out. A knife cleanly cut off his cock and balls. No complaints!

Private Thomas set an excellent example. He cut off more balls than his fair share. On the other hand he expected a soldier to cut off his balls. Wrong! Captain Martello attacked him. As a matter of fact his balls were worthy of cutting off. A squad member tried to pin Private Thomas from behind. He lost his grip. Private Thomas confronted Captain Martello cock to cock. He made a tactical mistake. His right hand clasped the Captain’s thick cock.

“Pull the cock! Hard, hard.”

The distraction enabled Captain Martello to grasp Private Thomas’s balls. They were the very best in today’s exercise. The Captain enjoyed the cock stroking. The moment when the cock spurted he crushed Private Thomas’s balls. The confrontation was intense. The private made a brave attempt but the Captain’s experience won the day.

Private Eggar had a few competitors when it came to skilled cock killing. Just because their balls had been crushed and cut off did not mean that they were less dangerous. The cocks stood out as targets without their accompanying balls. By now there was a lot of blood flowing and confusion. The private ordered four soldiers to line up, arms on shoulders, all cocks ready for the blades. They were too dazed to be concerned when their cocks were held up. Private Eggar gave the signal for the simultaneous cutting of the cocks. The cocks were prime specimens for cock killings.

It was easier to cut off the cocks when they were erect. The Lieutenant forgot this when three soldiers honed in with their blades. Cutting the officer’s cock off was the highlight of the soldiers’ short careers. They relished shoving the cock into his mouth. It was only fair that he choked on his own cock. A fourth soldier crushed and cut off the balls.

Captain Martello ordered the six, remaining, members of the execution squad to line up now that they had lost their officer. They were in two minds: firstly, the current ball crushing event was incredibly hot; secondly, lucky soldiers would crush and cut off their balls. Secretly four of them were excited at the prospect.

Captain Martello blew his whistle to pause. A soldier cursed when he was poised to cut off a cock. He ignored the whistle and cut off the cock and balls. In turn the soldier was pinned down as the Captain cut off the erect cock and balls.

“The execution squad is inspired by your event. They wish to join in. It’s important that you give them a warm welcome. As an aside to Private Eggar he specified that the welcome include all three activities—crushing and cutting balls, cock killing. Private Eggar smiled his approval when he accepted a whistle. The existing soldiers had reached an energy peak and needed the stimulus of fresh balls and cocks.

“This is our version of a teddy bears’ picnic. Stay lined up so that we can check your balls. We have to guarantee that they are suitable for our ball games. Occasionally some soldiers lose a ball or two playing ball busting.”

Six soldiers held the execution squad’s balls in their hands. Of course the balls were ready for crushing. Private Eggar inspected and gave advice on positioning the hands. One set of balls was bigger than big. Two hands were necessary to grasp the balls. “Ready?” He blew the whistle. Everybody heard the balls popping. Four squad members were thrilled out of their minds. The soldier was particularly pleased when his hands crushed the bigger than big balls.

“Welcome. Congratulations. You are now fully pledged members of our crush ball society. Throw yourself in our main activities. Unsheathe your knives. The next task is cutting off balls. Everybody’s balls are crushed ready for cutting. What a treat! Other members focus on cock killing. Earlier before the event started you displayed rigid cocks ideal for cock killing. Take it as a complement that we will assault you to cut them off. Don’t be shy about killing our cocks. The danger arouses our cocks. Some soldiers get a bonus with cocks jutting out of their mouths. They may be ahead of you but you can catch up.”

The six execution squad members went ahead and proved they could cut cocks and balls as well as the others. Private Wolper ex Military Police execution squad would have had a long career if he hadn’t challenged Private Eggar to a duel. Captain Martello was riveted when he watched the two cock killers. The two cocks were in the erect position primed for maximum blade cutting. Perhaps Private Eggar’s concentration lapsed. They simultaneously cut into each other’s cocks. Their faces registered the sheer excitement of cutting off a cock. They followed through with inserting the cocks into their mouths. Another execution squad member choked the two of them with both hands. This permitted an opponent to line up and cut off his exposed balls. The situation became richer when the last execution squad member cut off both the cock and the balls of the opponent.

A private pleaded “Where is my cock?” Captain Martello picked up a stray cock and shoved it into his mouth. The ball crushing games were worth playing. Of course, he would have to write off today’s fighters as KIA and wait for replacements.

He was less than impressed with the so-called personal security. He would figure out a way to put their cocks and balls in danger. He ordered them to mop up. The morgue squad would visit the site later.

The vehicle driver was asleep oblivious to the ball crushing event. Captain Martello looked down on the driver’s balls. Yes, a soldier would enjoy crushing them but wait. The cock, ah the cock. The commander could have easily cut off the splendid cock but, no, he needed a drive back to head quarters.

The crushing of Captain Martello’s balls

Captain Martello, Rudy, had a reputation for organising ball crushing sport events. The troopers certainly enjoyed playing the competitive sport. The officers were next in line to play. After all many had big balls worthy of crushing. He expected they were signing up to watch the crushing of his balls. Mind you. In truth the invitation instructions were clear. No shirking. They were expected to join in and crush balls.

In fact they were genuinely excited to be invited. Crushing balls was on their must-do list.

Major Crestlaw tasked Lieutenants Lionel and Prime with extending invitations for the celebrations. They had been recommended specifically to visit the unit and ensure the crushing of Captain Martello’s balls. Major Crestlaw insisted on inspecting their balls which were ideal for crushing. The three of them looked forward to the ball crushing event.

Lieutenants Lionel and Prime extended invitations to officers posted elsewhere outside the unit. Their drivers could engage in a separate ball crushing event. The Major was pleased that twenty or so officers with balls promised to play for keeps. They could put their uniforms and boots in the adjacent lockers. He wanted them naked so that straying hands could lock onto balls for crushing.

The appointed date, time, location arrived too soon for Captain Martello. He knew what to expect; after all he was responsible for organising the crushing of many balls. This time it was his turn.

“Welcome.” The Major addressed the special crowd. “You can tell that my erect cock likes your company. At the moment it’s blocking out the view of my big balls. Line up and feel everybody’s balls.”

A handful of erect cocks dribbled on the edge.

“Careful. Save your spurting cocks for later. Pay particular attention to the packages on display.”

It was certainly a feast for ball crushers.

The Major announced.

“We are here today to celebrate Captain Martello’s legacy in ball crushing. We are going to celebrate in the best possible way by following his example. It is fitting that he joins us and takes part in this exciting event. As a Thank You for his service he will choose a package and demonstrate.”

Captain Martello inspected an array of balls before deciding.

“ Look at these bull sized balls. Shout if they are ready for crushing.”

“Wait. What about the erect cocks?”

“Good point. How about forming a threesome. I will crush the balls after the first cock spurts.”

Three officers stepped forward. Their cocks were already primed for ejaculation in anticipation of today’s events.

“That’s the spirit.”

The threesome stretched their right hands onto the cock immediately beside them.

“Everybody watch. I will call the start. On the count of three…one!…two!…three!”

The circumcised cocks looked splendid as the threesome stroked. They tried to prolong the milking but cocks respond to adjacent hands. The three cocks spurted simultaneously.

Captain Martello exclaimed “Bonza result. I choose to crush Lieutenant Matt’s bull sized balls. The other two officers will crush each other’s balls in the spirit of things.”

Lieutenant Matt

“No. Not my balls!” as his cock spurted. An officer pinned him from behind.

Captain Martello said “Look closely as I crush his bull sized balls with both hands in slow motion.”

He teased the spectators for a few minutes. One officer volunteered to call another count.

“On the count of three…one!…two!…Three!”

Captain Martello crushed the bull sized balls. Lieutenant Matt wasn’t sure whether he was thrilled by the smashing of his balls or whether he was in pain.

The spectators watched as the two officers confronted one another, extended their hands around each other’s balls. Captain Martello nodded. They decided it was an exciting moment when their balls were crushed.

The Major said “There you have it. Balls crushed with the Captain’s expertise. Step forward if you are inspired to crush the Captain’s balls.”

Three officers stepped forward.

“My. Your cocks are already primed for spurting.”

The Major inspected the three cocks. He chose the officer with the biggest knob.

“Lieutenant Ford at your service, Sir!”

The Major beckoned the other two to stand by.

“Show everybody a last look at the Captain’s balls.”

Lieutenant Ford’s held up the balls. A splendid sight. His erect cock spurted whilst he crushed the balls.

“Let’s cheer. All together. Hip, hip, hooray. Louder. Hip, hip, hooray.”

Lieutenant Ford got carried away. He made certain the balls were crushed beyond repair.

“Great job.”

The other two officers were impressed. Lieutenant Ford scored a Thank You. His balls deserved to be crushed as well. Lieutenant Ford’s eyes lit up with excitement as unfamiliar hands locked on his balls.

“Go ahead. Crush them.”

An officer stroked his cock as he watched the third crushing. A stray hand from behind locked onto his balls. He dragged it away but then the hand repositioned itself firmer than before. He tried putting his hand behind his back. Success! His hand locked onto the opponent’s balls. Two erect cocks spurted immediately before they simultaneously crushed each others’ balls.

“Splendid. It’s time for a free-for-all.”

The Major maybe spoke too soon. A probationary Lieutenant fancied crushing the Major’s big balls.

“Nice!”

The Major fought back and crushed the Lieutenant’s balls. It was too late to save his own balls. However, both the Captain and he were able to continue crushing balls to their delight and the surprise of many.

A bright spark turned the showers on. The players then used soap to wash their balls ready for crushing. A few used the soap to insert their cocks into spare arses. The players facing the fuckers had immediate access to balls.

A bewildered driver came looking for his officer. He saw him crushing a set of balls. Tops! His officer understood that his driver had violated their private space. He beckoned to two officers to pull down his trousers and attend to the balls.

“Wow. Look at his bull-size balls.”

At the same time the driver watched ball crushing which turned him on. He was amazed. Then he realised his balls were next in danger.

“Spare my balls!”

He felt the alien hand grasp his balls followed by the incredible pain with their crushing.

“Return to the other drivers. They must take off their driving gloves and use their hands to get busy. Crush each others’ balls. The officers will inspect all balls to guarantee their crushing. No exceptions. Then you can drive your officers back.”

Then the officers threw him out of their venue.

Four officers formed a tight circle extending their hands to the adjacent balls. They wanted the experience of a multiple crushing. They took awhile to adjust their grips. One of them announced “crush on the count of three…one!…two!…three!” They cried aloud at the crushing of the four sets of balls.

Lieutenants Lionel and Prime shared a liking for enacting ball execution scenes. In fact two officers cooperated in capturing two officers whom they pinned in position from behind. The mood changed from cooperation to aggressiveness. Before Lieutenants Lionel and Prime could act out the ball executions they in turn were checkmated. Their cocks turned into rods sticking out above their balls. They let their cocks freely spurt. They felt hostile hands locking onto their balls; in contrasting feelings of horror and excitement they watched the crushing of their balls. Another two officers stepped forward to take care of the captives. In the first instance the crushing was easy. However, they failed to take into account the capturers. Hard hands locked onto balls.

“Help! My balls!”

Crying out was a lost cause. The remaining officers behaved in a frenzy. Captain Martello was thrilled as he watched them crushing balls. He was secretly pleased that the Major joined in his celebration. He admired the probationary Lt for crushing his balls. He wondered who would be the Last Man to lose his balls. He would never find out. An officer tore off his crushed balls and shoved them into his mouth. He choked for a few minutes before blacking out for good.

The results of today’s event impressed military authorities in the know. They secretly enjoyed hearing about ball crushing events. Who knows? They might take part in a future event. They had only their balls to lose.

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