03-14-2021, 10:07 AM
Before the lockdown the military authorities negotiated modest help from sponsors. A veterans group from the marines donated discontinued rifle butts. They secure the bayonet for vigorous thrusting. The bayonets are 2021 regulation issue for Infantry.
Another belly button bayonetting exercise
Pte Carter had a bulge problem during bayonet lessons. He was the classic GI brainwashed by the military—young, spunky, ready to fight the enemy at a moment’s notice. The reader would identify with him because of his lust for belly buttons. Before he enlisted he hung around sports dressing rooms checking out belly buttons. He considered himself a connoisseur—fancy word for a GI. The military training had been disappointing so far. There were few opportunities to see live belly buttons. However, other soldiers shared his secret passion except that they wanted to skewer enemy belly buttons.
Lt Bremmer, an MP, supervised the occasional bayonet lesson. He was very sharp in identifying soldiers with bulges behind their camouflage trousers. He took advantage of the moment, ordered the trainees to open up the trouser flies and show their cocks. Every soldier laughed.
“Sir. Show us your cock.”
Lt Bremmer obliged. He was confident the trainees would be impressed.
“Hands up. Who would like to fight with exposed cocks and balls?”
Most put their hands up.
“Sir. Why can’t we fight bare chested? Then we could see belly buttons.”
“Aha. Once you see an enemy belly button the next step is to thrust the bayonet into it. The authorities are considering an exercise where participants will bayonet belly buttons. The details are yet to be worked out. I gather a veterans group donated discontinued rifle butts. These were once used to club the enemy. Everybody has forgotten that soldiers liked to bayonet the enemy’s belly button followed by clubbing his head with the rifle butt. Pte Carter. What are your thoughts?”
“Sir. Register my interest.”
“Hear that? Open up the bottom of your shirts. Show us your belly button. Position your bayonet on the next soldier’s belly button. Imagine thrusting through. Come on. Register your interest.”
A brave soldier pulled up the officer’s shirt, positioned his bayonet on the officer’s belly button.
“Nice chest. Best belly button.”
Months pass. The Operations Commander includes a belly button bayonetting exercise as part of the weekend celebrations. The trench location for previous exercises was expanded. The trenches were locked in a circle such that the opposing forces confronted one another with no escape. The fighting was somewhat old- fashioned— man to man bayonetting each other’s belly button followed by ball crushing and clubbing.
The planners took awhile to assemble two opposing teams from the scattered registration interests. The veterans group nominated two officers and six Ptes currently serving on Pirate Island. The planning team was happy to go along with these nominations. Representatives from veterans groups were occasionally invited as spectators and/or participants but the virus lockdown isolated Pirate Island from the rest of the world.
The two officers reported to the planning team well in advance. Each team consisted of twenty participants. Numbers may vary on the day in question. The two officers hated each other’s guts but were professional enough to plan a belly button bayonet exercise. This was for the benefit of the soldiers with the passion for skewing belly buttons. They emphasised the use of rifle butts to club soldiers to death after they had been bayonetted. One thrust through the belly button was insufficient to terminate the target. The site had no lighting so the exercise must take place in daytime. Early afternoon was fine. The two officers expected the participants to be bare chested and wear regulation camouflage trousers. No. Orders from above stated boots, optional socks, otherwise naked. Coloured caps identify separate teams. There is always a friendly fire issue when participants lose their caps. Tough luck! Weapons are restricted to bayonets inserted in rifle butts. No extra knives. Bayonets are capable of cutting off cocks and balls if necessary. Any reserve participants? Good question.
Who would report back to the Operations Commander? MPs would provide security during the exercise. Lt Bremmer would supervise and report. There was unlikely to be interference from outsiders; sometimes soldiers panic and freeze during exercises; the officers are fighting beside them to motivate them. The MPs would be happy to hang any shirkers on the gibbets conveniently located beside the killing zone. As a goodwill gesture the MPs wear black armbands, boots, optional socks and flaunt their impressive cocks and balls. Nevertheless all soldiers onsite are targets in a bayonetting frenzy.
Lt Bremmer recognised some of the team members from bayonet training. He was pleased that they had taken bayonetting to heart. Cutting into belly buttons was a rare treat. It will be easier to target the belly buttons given that all participants are otherwise naked. He himself was a cutting cocks and balls man. The lineup of forty cocks and balls aroused him no end. The participants approved.
The MPs had the reservists tasked to support them; however, Lt Bremmer had the authority to send them into the fight if necessary. They were needed to hand out the rifle butts and bayonets. The guidelines for winning or losing were fluid. The two officers leading the teams had different ideas. The toughest one considered winning to be complete termination of the opposing side. The second officer preferred the bayonetting of the opposing officer to be the key to military success. The participants had other ideas including bayonetting him.
The two teams assembled a distance away from each other. Twenty one rifle butts and bayonets. Twenty one coloured caps—camouflage green. Pity about the size. The officers use the same weapon. Wait one. The bayonets are brand new. The blades look to be extra sharp. The rifle butts are very heavy and heaven knows how old. The soldiers who used them would have been in prime physical fit condition and motivated for the killing.
The other team wears coloured caps—blood red. Both teams form up in two lines, standing at ease legs apart with the weapons in their right hands. The second officer takes this moment to examine their cocks and balls.
“Soldiers. Be warned the enemy target can still bayonet you even though your bayonet is thrust through his belly button. Crushing his balls, I emphasise, crushing his balls very hard is a wise move before you club him with the rifle butt. Understood?”
“Yes, Sir!”
“Thank the Operations Commander for permitting us to fight naked. It’s the ultimate macho to fight with erect cocks and swinging balls. We will shortly move to the killing zone. a series of interlocking trenches waist high. Have no qualms about two against one, three against one, five against two. Pin the targets against the trench walls and bayonet their belly buttons. The enemy is wearing camouflage green caps.”
Lt Bremmer will blow a whistle to start the fight but, first, the camouflage green team wearers, need to occupy the trenches. The blood red team is required to infiltrate, step down into the trenches. The military world has forgotten about trench warfare and, indeed, man to man bayonetting. The veterans who donated the rifle butts may have experienced the lost skill of bayonetting the enemy.
The reservists returned to the MPs’ base. An MP asked them what they felt like. They both said they hoped they would bayonet a belly button. A good start. Lt Bremmer had ensured there were extra weapons if required.
The camouflage green team now occupied the trenches. Lt Bremmer blew the whistle. The blood red team advanced, looked into the trenches and saw the bayonets aimed in their direction. The exercise required them to go down into the trenches, face the enemy. The start was two blood red versus one camouflage green. The ensuing combat was not predictable. The camouflage green team member bayonetted the first blood red team member right into his belly button. Before the bayonet could be with drawn the second blood red team member grasped his balls. Bingo. Crush. Screams. The bayonet cuts into the erect cock at the top shaft. Cock killed. The bayonet now thrusts into the camouflage green team member’s belly button. Both bayonets are withdrawn so that the rifle butts can club. Give the camouflage green team member credit. He clubbed two blood red team members who in turn clubbed him. Both officers saw this closely and approved.
The reader can guess some of the following fights:—three against one, five against two. The five against two led to a threesome. The convention was that one of the three would be spared. Not in this case. The fighters didn’t want their team mates to miss out. The three fighters formed a circle in which the bayonets pinned down the belly button positions.
An officer watching them interrupted.
“Hold the bayonets steady. I will count down for you. Ready. One, two, three... Strike!”
Bulls eye! The bayonets entered three belly buttons.
“Ptes help me crush their balls.” Too easy. “Help them get the rifle butts ready for clubbing.” Blood spurted everywhere. The threesome raised their rifle butts and smashed it on their heads. The officers knew that in past military combat soldiers used their rifle butts in this way.
From now on the threesomes bayonetted each other in this circle formation. Both officers had been in threesomes where they were spared. Yet this all terminal version aroused their cocks. Their bayonetting exercise history was unknown here. Let’s just say the veteran group recommended them for their performance in similar exercises.
This afternoon’s exercise was going to plan except that the dug out trenches confused the fighters. They were excellent for pinning an opponent to the side wall; the threesomes, five against two required more space. All the fighters handled the rifle butts in a clumsy fashion. That was fine for clubbing but not for pinpointing belly buttons. Their mission was to bayonet belly buttons.
The officers enjoyed seeing some team members visibly alarmed when they realised there was no escape. A few cried aloud “no no, spare me” to no avail.
Lt Bremmer expected friendly fire incidents when fighters lost their coloured caps. That didn’t eventuate. The encircled threesomes replaced such incidents.
The veterans group had nominated six Ptes. They thrust their bayonets into a number of belly buttons, crushed balls and clubbed heads. It was inevitable that fighters would bayonet two of them. Their erect cocks spurted before crude hands crushed their balls. What a feeling! The head clubbing, well, just as well they lost consciousness. The veterans group would take pleasure in recounting the bayonet adventures of the surviving Four Ptes.
An officer called for the two reservists to join in. They duly settled in and made a positive impression. They bayonetted and clubbed two targets. They were thrilled, their cocks were erect, they stopped to manhandle their cocks. Opponents joined in until all the cocks spurted. That felt good! but even better the feeling when they bayonetted the belly buttons of the two reservists.
What about Pte Carter whose bulge featured in the bayonet lesson? At last he was able to put into practice superior bayonetting skills. When he crushed an opponent’s balls the screams could be heard by the MPs. He needed practice before he mastered clubbing with the rifle butts but he got there. Lt Bremmer was pleased to see him alive at the end of the exercise.
The Lt was a firm believer in letting fighters continue until they stopped exhausted. For that reason he was pleased when the two officers chose to fight to the death. With a bit of luck they will bayonet one another. Wishful thinking? He could see their erect cocks. They held each other’s balls and crushed. The pain was incredible but they progressed to bayonet each others’ belly buttons. They kept the bayonets inside but removed it from the rifle butt. Then they clubbed each other to death.
“Who wants to continue?”
The Lt respected the wishes of four fighters who wanted to fight to the death. He recommended that they advance to close-up and pull erect cocks off for the last time. It was easier from there to crush the balls. They had imagined the bayonet thrusting into their belly buttons but the reality was a painful surprise. Yes it was everything they had ever dreamed about. The clubbing was great! They lost consciousness and slumped to the bare ground.
The MPs were slightly disappointed. Nobody had tried to escape or interfere with the exercise. The participants were just satisfied to bayonet one another, crush balls and club heads. Nobody looked at their impressive cocks and balls. Shucks! They did have to collect the bayonets to return to stores. The donated rifle butts would have to be kept for future exercises.
The ten survivors handed in their weapons and formed up in parade. Mostly their chests were splattered in blood. Lt Bremmer addressed them.
“Congratulations. Take a deep breath. You have recaptured the bayonetting spirit. We must be ready to fight man to man if required. The MPs will drive you back to their barracks for showers. You felt your aroused cocks during the exercise. I recommend you bend over with soap and have a mass fuck. After the cleanup the MPs will arrange transport and clothes back to your units. Any questions?”
Pte Carter asked. “What will our military files show?”
“Pte. You passed bayonetting skills with distinction. If we ever get off Pirate Island you can expect to serve in real wars.”
Lt Bremmer drafted a thank you to the veterans group.
Dear veterans. Thank you for the donation of the rifle butts. The exercise team members made outstanding use of them. The rifle butts will be stored for use in future exercises. After the lockdown it may be possible for members of your group to join in and share the belly button bayonetting exercise. Pass on our condolences: the two officers and two Ptes you recommended are now in the belly button bayonet heaven.
Another belly button bayonetting exercise
Pte Carter had a bulge problem during bayonet lessons. He was the classic GI brainwashed by the military—young, spunky, ready to fight the enemy at a moment’s notice. The reader would identify with him because of his lust for belly buttons. Before he enlisted he hung around sports dressing rooms checking out belly buttons. He considered himself a connoisseur—fancy word for a GI. The military training had been disappointing so far. There were few opportunities to see live belly buttons. However, other soldiers shared his secret passion except that they wanted to skewer enemy belly buttons.
Lt Bremmer, an MP, supervised the occasional bayonet lesson. He was very sharp in identifying soldiers with bulges behind their camouflage trousers. He took advantage of the moment, ordered the trainees to open up the trouser flies and show their cocks. Every soldier laughed.
“Sir. Show us your cock.”
Lt Bremmer obliged. He was confident the trainees would be impressed.
“Hands up. Who would like to fight with exposed cocks and balls?”
Most put their hands up.
“Sir. Why can’t we fight bare chested? Then we could see belly buttons.”
“Aha. Once you see an enemy belly button the next step is to thrust the bayonet into it. The authorities are considering an exercise where participants will bayonet belly buttons. The details are yet to be worked out. I gather a veterans group donated discontinued rifle butts. These were once used to club the enemy. Everybody has forgotten that soldiers liked to bayonet the enemy’s belly button followed by clubbing his head with the rifle butt. Pte Carter. What are your thoughts?”
“Sir. Register my interest.”
“Hear that? Open up the bottom of your shirts. Show us your belly button. Position your bayonet on the next soldier’s belly button. Imagine thrusting through. Come on. Register your interest.”
A brave soldier pulled up the officer’s shirt, positioned his bayonet on the officer’s belly button.
“Nice chest. Best belly button.”
Months pass. The Operations Commander includes a belly button bayonetting exercise as part of the weekend celebrations. The trench location for previous exercises was expanded. The trenches were locked in a circle such that the opposing forces confronted one another with no escape. The fighting was somewhat old- fashioned— man to man bayonetting each other’s belly button followed by ball crushing and clubbing.
The planners took awhile to assemble two opposing teams from the scattered registration interests. The veterans group nominated two officers and six Ptes currently serving on Pirate Island. The planning team was happy to go along with these nominations. Representatives from veterans groups were occasionally invited as spectators and/or participants but the virus lockdown isolated Pirate Island from the rest of the world.
The two officers reported to the planning team well in advance. Each team consisted of twenty participants. Numbers may vary on the day in question. The two officers hated each other’s guts but were professional enough to plan a belly button bayonet exercise. This was for the benefit of the soldiers with the passion for skewing belly buttons. They emphasised the use of rifle butts to club soldiers to death after they had been bayonetted. One thrust through the belly button was insufficient to terminate the target. The site had no lighting so the exercise must take place in daytime. Early afternoon was fine. The two officers expected the participants to be bare chested and wear regulation camouflage trousers. No. Orders from above stated boots, optional socks, otherwise naked. Coloured caps identify separate teams. There is always a friendly fire issue when participants lose their caps. Tough luck! Weapons are restricted to bayonets inserted in rifle butts. No extra knives. Bayonets are capable of cutting off cocks and balls if necessary. Any reserve participants? Good question.
Who would report back to the Operations Commander? MPs would provide security during the exercise. Lt Bremmer would supervise and report. There was unlikely to be interference from outsiders; sometimes soldiers panic and freeze during exercises; the officers are fighting beside them to motivate them. The MPs would be happy to hang any shirkers on the gibbets conveniently located beside the killing zone. As a goodwill gesture the MPs wear black armbands, boots, optional socks and flaunt their impressive cocks and balls. Nevertheless all soldiers onsite are targets in a bayonetting frenzy.
Lt Bremmer recognised some of the team members from bayonet training. He was pleased that they had taken bayonetting to heart. Cutting into belly buttons was a rare treat. It will be easier to target the belly buttons given that all participants are otherwise naked. He himself was a cutting cocks and balls man. The lineup of forty cocks and balls aroused him no end. The participants approved.
The MPs had the reservists tasked to support them; however, Lt Bremmer had the authority to send them into the fight if necessary. They were needed to hand out the rifle butts and bayonets. The guidelines for winning or losing were fluid. The two officers leading the teams had different ideas. The toughest one considered winning to be complete termination of the opposing side. The second officer preferred the bayonetting of the opposing officer to be the key to military success. The participants had other ideas including bayonetting him.
The two teams assembled a distance away from each other. Twenty one rifle butts and bayonets. Twenty one coloured caps—camouflage green. Pity about the size. The officers use the same weapon. Wait one. The bayonets are brand new. The blades look to be extra sharp. The rifle butts are very heavy and heaven knows how old. The soldiers who used them would have been in prime physical fit condition and motivated for the killing.
The other team wears coloured caps—blood red. Both teams form up in two lines, standing at ease legs apart with the weapons in their right hands. The second officer takes this moment to examine their cocks and balls.
“Soldiers. Be warned the enemy target can still bayonet you even though your bayonet is thrust through his belly button. Crushing his balls, I emphasise, crushing his balls very hard is a wise move before you club him with the rifle butt. Understood?”
“Yes, Sir!”
“Thank the Operations Commander for permitting us to fight naked. It’s the ultimate macho to fight with erect cocks and swinging balls. We will shortly move to the killing zone. a series of interlocking trenches waist high. Have no qualms about two against one, three against one, five against two. Pin the targets against the trench walls and bayonet their belly buttons. The enemy is wearing camouflage green caps.”
Lt Bremmer will blow a whistle to start the fight but, first, the camouflage green team wearers, need to occupy the trenches. The blood red team is required to infiltrate, step down into the trenches. The military world has forgotten about trench warfare and, indeed, man to man bayonetting. The veterans who donated the rifle butts may have experienced the lost skill of bayonetting the enemy.
The reservists returned to the MPs’ base. An MP asked them what they felt like. They both said they hoped they would bayonet a belly button. A good start. Lt Bremmer had ensured there were extra weapons if required.
The camouflage green team now occupied the trenches. Lt Bremmer blew the whistle. The blood red team advanced, looked into the trenches and saw the bayonets aimed in their direction. The exercise required them to go down into the trenches, face the enemy. The start was two blood red versus one camouflage green. The ensuing combat was not predictable. The camouflage green team member bayonetted the first blood red team member right into his belly button. Before the bayonet could be with drawn the second blood red team member grasped his balls. Bingo. Crush. Screams. The bayonet cuts into the erect cock at the top shaft. Cock killed. The bayonet now thrusts into the camouflage green team member’s belly button. Both bayonets are withdrawn so that the rifle butts can club. Give the camouflage green team member credit. He clubbed two blood red team members who in turn clubbed him. Both officers saw this closely and approved.
The reader can guess some of the following fights:—three against one, five against two. The five against two led to a threesome. The convention was that one of the three would be spared. Not in this case. The fighters didn’t want their team mates to miss out. The three fighters formed a circle in which the bayonets pinned down the belly button positions.
An officer watching them interrupted.
“Hold the bayonets steady. I will count down for you. Ready. One, two, three... Strike!”
Bulls eye! The bayonets entered three belly buttons.
“Ptes help me crush their balls.” Too easy. “Help them get the rifle butts ready for clubbing.” Blood spurted everywhere. The threesome raised their rifle butts and smashed it on their heads. The officers knew that in past military combat soldiers used their rifle butts in this way.
From now on the threesomes bayonetted each other in this circle formation. Both officers had been in threesomes where they were spared. Yet this all terminal version aroused their cocks. Their bayonetting exercise history was unknown here. Let’s just say the veteran group recommended them for their performance in similar exercises.
This afternoon’s exercise was going to plan except that the dug out trenches confused the fighters. They were excellent for pinning an opponent to the side wall; the threesomes, five against two required more space. All the fighters handled the rifle butts in a clumsy fashion. That was fine for clubbing but not for pinpointing belly buttons. Their mission was to bayonet belly buttons.
The officers enjoyed seeing some team members visibly alarmed when they realised there was no escape. A few cried aloud “no no, spare me” to no avail.
Lt Bremmer expected friendly fire incidents when fighters lost their coloured caps. That didn’t eventuate. The encircled threesomes replaced such incidents.
The veterans group had nominated six Ptes. They thrust their bayonets into a number of belly buttons, crushed balls and clubbed heads. It was inevitable that fighters would bayonet two of them. Their erect cocks spurted before crude hands crushed their balls. What a feeling! The head clubbing, well, just as well they lost consciousness. The veterans group would take pleasure in recounting the bayonet adventures of the surviving Four Ptes.
An officer called for the two reservists to join in. They duly settled in and made a positive impression. They bayonetted and clubbed two targets. They were thrilled, their cocks were erect, they stopped to manhandle their cocks. Opponents joined in until all the cocks spurted. That felt good! but even better the feeling when they bayonetted the belly buttons of the two reservists.
What about Pte Carter whose bulge featured in the bayonet lesson? At last he was able to put into practice superior bayonetting skills. When he crushed an opponent’s balls the screams could be heard by the MPs. He needed practice before he mastered clubbing with the rifle butts but he got there. Lt Bremmer was pleased to see him alive at the end of the exercise.
The Lt was a firm believer in letting fighters continue until they stopped exhausted. For that reason he was pleased when the two officers chose to fight to the death. With a bit of luck they will bayonet one another. Wishful thinking? He could see their erect cocks. They held each other’s balls and crushed. The pain was incredible but they progressed to bayonet each others’ belly buttons. They kept the bayonets inside but removed it from the rifle butt. Then they clubbed each other to death.
“Who wants to continue?”
The Lt respected the wishes of four fighters who wanted to fight to the death. He recommended that they advance to close-up and pull erect cocks off for the last time. It was easier from there to crush the balls. They had imagined the bayonet thrusting into their belly buttons but the reality was a painful surprise. Yes it was everything they had ever dreamed about. The clubbing was great! They lost consciousness and slumped to the bare ground.
The MPs were slightly disappointed. Nobody had tried to escape or interfere with the exercise. The participants were just satisfied to bayonet one another, crush balls and club heads. Nobody looked at their impressive cocks and balls. Shucks! They did have to collect the bayonets to return to stores. The donated rifle butts would have to be kept for future exercises.
The ten survivors handed in their weapons and formed up in parade. Mostly their chests were splattered in blood. Lt Bremmer addressed them.
“Congratulations. Take a deep breath. You have recaptured the bayonetting spirit. We must be ready to fight man to man if required. The MPs will drive you back to their barracks for showers. You felt your aroused cocks during the exercise. I recommend you bend over with soap and have a mass fuck. After the cleanup the MPs will arrange transport and clothes back to your units. Any questions?”
Pte Carter asked. “What will our military files show?”
“Pte. You passed bayonetting skills with distinction. If we ever get off Pirate Island you can expect to serve in real wars.”
Lt Bremmer drafted a thank you to the veterans group.
Dear veterans. Thank you for the donation of the rifle butts. The exercise team members made outstanding use of them. The rifle butts will be stored for use in future exercises. After the lockdown it may be possible for members of your group to join in and share the belly button bayonetting exercise. Pass on our condolences: the two officers and two Ptes you recommended are now in the belly button bayonet heaven.