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ARMY GAMES Youre probably aware of those weekend warriors who engage in war games where several men try to shoot on another in a simulated way with paint balls which explode on contact displaying a hit. Well, here is a group of guys willing to push the envelope one step further. Instead of paint guns, they are using laser guns which will etch a small burned area upon contact, which also has the ability to cauterize the wound allowing play to continue.. Just to make it interesting, they will wear camouflage suits which will flame out upon contact, rendering that part of the body naked and vulnerable. It is now 900 hours and the group of five has assembled: Mark, a college senior; John, a car salesman; Glen, a gym instructor at the local high school; Billy, a local game warden; and Peter, a gun smith who arranged for the weapons they would use today. An incidental note: all were gay and deeply proud and protective of their masculine attributes! In gym and locker room at the fitness center they shared they tried to out do one another in displaying their packagesand impressing packages they were. Mark was a typical college bastard, arrogant and cocky with the cock and balls of a bull. John was a 30-ish car dealer who evoked a sort of preppy look always with suit and tie but careful to always show a discrete but definite bulge in his slightly tight pants. Peter definitely strove for a mans look image with jeans and leather which did nothing to disguise his ample prick and twin nuts casually stuffed down his right pant leg. Glen was the gym instructor whose greatest value in his job was the ability to legitimately cruise the gym and observe every young hunk he could lay his eyes on. And of course there was Billy, a game warden, who initiated the who project. And they were jealousjealous of each others genitals and secretly wanting to nut the competition. Indeed, there was rampant competition among the group. There were no limitations or restrictions as to target. At the sound of a starting shot, they all scattered into the brush. For a few minutes no one showed himself. Then Glen spotted Mark through the trees and fired a shot which just grazed the branch next to him. But in shooting, he revealed his own location and a return shot from Mark caught him in the chest causing his shirt to flame out and disintegrate, leaving him naked from the waist up. Shit! he exclaimed, returning another shot. This one caught Mark on the sleeve, also sending his shirt up in flames. A few seconds later Billy used his experience as an experienced hunter to locate Glen. Two shots divested him of both his shirt AND pants, leaving him with only a jock strap for protection. Peter was about to take a shot at Billy, but his gun misfired and Billy took advantage and effectively stripped Peter of his camouflage pants; Billy lost his apparel with two well-placed shots from Glen. It was getting down to business! Without their camouflage suits to disguise their position, all of the men were now open targets. The first casualty turned out to be Mark, the arrogant college stud, who suffered a hit on his left ear which disintegrated in a puff of smoke. His sharp cry alerted the other hunters who took careful aim at his exposed body. One shot took care of his pouch briefs which vanished in another puff of smoke, allowing his big balls to plop forth unprotected. Another destroyed his right nipple, leaving a shallow crater where the tit had been. The final shot caught him in his left eye which exploded in its socket. AGHHHHH! Half-blinded, he stumbled around in plain sight of his fellow hunters. There was to be no mercy allowed. Several shots finished him off: one took his prick and part of his left testicle. He screamed in mortal agony as he felt his sex organs go. AAAAAAAHHHHH! A second shot ripped the remainder of his sac from his groin in an instant burst of flame. He lay there, spread-eagled on the dirt. The handsome college guy, now completely de-sexed. There was a whoop of delight! Now there were four! John was busy stalking when Billy caught him from the rear. Taking careful aim just above his ass he connected his shot with the waist band of his jockstrap which now began to fall from his body exposing his package. A quick second shot caught him in the crack of his beautiful butt, destroying his ass hole. His quick duck behind a tree saved from further injury. Meanwhile Peter took deadly aim at Glens groin and caught his pouched jock strap, burning the mesh cloth away and leaving his genitals vulnerably exposed. Peter had always envied Glens massive equipment. Ever since his days in the gym in high school, he was fascinated and erotically aroused at the sheer size and mass of Glens genitals, whether on proud display beneath tight shorts or provocatively hanging free in the shower room: There were two of the largest testicles he had ever seen, hanging in a smooth shaved bag a good four inches from his crotch. Big as eggs they were! And they fueled his thick cut cock which was usually semi-hard from his habit of frequently stroking his fuck stick oblivious of the glances of others. God! He was proud of his sexy manhood! Well, he was about to lose that manhood. Peter took aim and blasted Glen in the nuts. Glens eyes bugged out and he screamed from the agony and horror of his emasculation: AAAAAAAHHHHH! He cried as he felt his testicles instantly heat up causing his sperm to boil and his gonads to explode sending pieces of his big eggs and shredded sac into space. He valiantly tried to cover his crotch, but a second shot incinerated his cock, burning the prick tip completely off and leaving a seared shaft as the only remains of his potent manhood. Now there three. But it was now Peters turn to be attacked by John. In short order, both lost the protection of their briefs and straps and faced each other naked and defiant. Each tried desperately to defend his precious gonads. They scrambled about seeking protection from the tree trunks and peeking out to take a quick shot at the other. Billy was hugely enjoying the spectacle of the two naked men, each trying to get to the kill. Peters prick and nuts bounced violently as he tried in vain to avoid Johns fire. But a high shot caught him in his left armpit destroying the muscles in his arm; a shot to the chest took his left tit, vaporizing the large, erect nipple. But John, in turn, caught laser beams into his belly and his face taking his navel and exploding his right eye ball. As John slowly slumped to the ground in a kneeling, spread-legged position, Peter zeroed in on his crotch and sent volley after volley of red energy directly into his precious genitals. His stones vaporized; his big dick exploded. He would make no new babies! A final blast tore into his throat and took his Adams apple so he could no longer cry out. Hearing a twig snap, Peter turned and saw Billy aiming at him. Frantically, he stumbled away from him in a desperate attempt to escape. As he ran, Billy took careful aim at the dangling bollocks that hung provocatively between his thrashing legsand fired. First one, then the other of his sex orbs vaporized, then the tip of his flopping prick burned away. Billy took special delight in destroying Peters beautiful, voluptuous butt as it churned in his desperate attempt to escape. He vaporized both cheeks and then zeroed in on his crack and took his ass hole. He collapsed, spread legged in the dirt. Now there was only ONE! It was, after all, how Billy planned it. He was a hunter, after all. He slowly walked back to the clearing, viewing his emasculated friends on the way. But he lost his hunters edge as he passed Johns body. With his last ounce of strength and determination, John looked up directly into Billys crotch. He could see his big jewels swinging as he walked. He raised his gun and fired several blasts directly into his groin. His whole sexual package erupted into shredded gore as the laser ate away his massive genitals. Now there were NONE! |