[Much apologies, but Cumface realized that I had published the original match and not the rematch. So here is the rematch.]
The
Campground 2: Day 3
Butch vs
Brice, The Rematch
By
The Mangler
The crowd was anxiously awaiting the next match: Butch vs Brice. Their first match (see Brice
vs Bruce) had ended with everyone unsatisfied, except for Angel and the
skinheads. They were delighted with the
results. Butch and Brice had both
demanded that another match be arranged, this time with no “stipulations”
attached to it.
“And now, the referee for the Butch vs. Brice Showdown,
Part Deux, is none other than..” The
announcer stretched out the silence until the crowd started screaming and
yelling obscenities in his direction.
“The impeccably honest and fair ----- Aaaangeeell.”
As Angel walked out of the tent and toward the ring, the
crowd was going batshit crazy. He was
the bastard who had screwed them out of a finish to the first match. And no one thought that Brice and Butch would
agree to him doing this match. Angel
mainly ignored the crowd except for a single “fuck you” hand signal.
He wore standard ref attire—a black and white striped
shirt, pants, and shoes. People were not only surprised that he was the ref but
also surprised at how he was dressed.
To answer the shouts and insults from the crowd, the
announcer continues. “Angel was the
referee requested by both Butch and Brice.”
Now, the crowd was perplexed.
Angel slid into the ring and walked to the middle, awaiting the
wrestlers.
Butch and Brice approached the ring from opposite sides,
and both slid under the bottom rope at the same time, so there was no chance
for any chicanery. Both wrestlers were
dressed only in jockstraps; Butch’s was black, while Brice’s was red. There were a lot of exposed body parts, and
the crowd couldn’t have been happier.
Each wrestler approached the ref, nodded at him, and gave
him a fist bump. After reviewing the rules, he sent each wrestler back to their
corners. He didn’t bother with a foreign
body check as there appeared nowhere for them to hide anything. Both wrestlers turned their backs on their
opponent and strolled back to the ring corner before turning around. The crowd was utterly confused and had no
idea what the fuck was going on. Had
they entered another universe?
Once each wrestler was back in his corner, Angel signaled
for the bell to start the match. Not
wasting any time, the two wrestlers charged out of their respective corners and
hit chest to chest, each trying to push his opponent back. Butch took his right foot and hooked it behind
Brice’s left leg, and lunged forward. As
Brice tried to step back, he lost his balance and fell backward.
Brice tried to regain his balance, but Butch continued
pushing forward, forcing Brice to the ropes.
As soon as they hit the ropes, Butch grabbed a wrist and threw his
opponent across the ring, where he rebounded to be met with a drop kick to the
upper chest knocking him to the mat.
Butch dropped a knee into the abs before sitting astride
Brice and wrapping both hands around his throat and choking him. Angel immediately started the count, and
Butch broke the hold at 4. Angel stepped
astride Brice’s chest so that he was standing almost against Butch, blocking
him from any further action.
“Get the fuck off him,” he yelled at Butch.
“What the hell?” Butch replied.
“I said break the hold, and that includes you getting off
him. NOW.”
Grumbling, Butch did as instructed, stood up, and took a
step backward. As soon as he did, Brice
cocked his right leg back and slammed it up and into Butch’s abs. Not expecting the move, Butch’s abs were
unflexed, so it felt like a very angry mule had kicked him. You could hear the air exiting his mouth as
he doubled over.
Brice jumped to his feet, wrapped Butch’s head under his
right armpit, and drove him to the mat in a DDT. Butch grunted as his head impacted the mat.
Brice rolled Butch over to his stomach, bent both legs
under his armpit, sat on the back, and pulled, locking his opponent into a
Boston Crab. He scooted his ass back so
that he was higher on Butch’s back to get more arch and pressure to the lower back.
When Angel went to check if Butch wanted to submit, Brice
grabbed a handful of balls and started squeezing.
“My nuts, my nuts,” Butch screamed.
Turning back toward the feet, Angel asked “You abusing
the balls?”
“Of course not.
Don’t need to with this pussy.”
Not seeing anything illegal, Angel had no choice but to
do nothing. When he turned his head back
toward Butch’s head, Brice again grabbed a handful of nuts.
“Break the hold, break the hold,” Angel yelled. Knowing what was happening, he turned his
head back in time to see the ball grab.
Brice ignored him until Angel started his count. When the ref reached four, Brice dropped the
hold and stood up. Angel was immediately
in his face.
“When I say break, I mean do it NOW,” he screamed.
“You mean when you say it?” Brice asked with a look of
innocence on his face.
“Of course, when I say it, dumb shit.”
“Okay, Okay, sure thing.”
While Brice and the ref had been talking, Butch had
rolled to the ropes and pulled himself to his feet. Brice charged in grabbed a wrist and flung
Butch across the ring and into the corner turnbuckle. He followed up with a shoulder to the
abs. He grabbed both middle ropes and
began repeatedly slamming his shoulder into the abs.
“Break the hold,” Angel demanded before starting his
count.
Angel counted to four, and when Brice stepped back from
the corner, he inserted himself between the two wrestlers and forced Brice back
to the center of the ring, all the while berating him.
“Dammit, when I say break, I mean Break, and I mean NOW,”
he screamed at the wrestler.
“Well, why the fuck don’t you make that clearer?” Brice
asked with a look of confusion on his face.
“I did make it clear.
I can’t help it if you are a big dumb idiot. I swear you are the most ….”
Angel stopped talking as he got a stunned look on his
face. Suddenly both hands flew toward
his crotch, where Butch had delivered a pump handle between his legs, slamming
his balls into his pelvis.
The crowd erupted in cheers except for the skinheads, who
yelled curses toward the ring and began to approach. However, the Demons headed them off, and a
brawl broke out in the crowd between the two groups. The orange-vested “safety”
crew got between the brawl and the ring. They would let the two groups battle
it out as long as they didn’t interfere in the action in the ring.
As Angel bent slightly in pain, Brice bounced off the far
ropes, charged into the ring, and delivered a clothesline, slamming Angel to
the mat. Butch immediately followed this
with a leg drop across the upper chest which was followed by a knee into the
abs from Brice.
Butch pulled Angel to his feet and locked on a standing
sleeper hold while Brice unloaded on Angel’s abs with a series of punches. Finally, Angel slumped in Butch’s arms and
offered no more resistance.
Instead of allowing Angel to drop to the mat, Brice
hefted him into an overhead lift, walked to the ropes, and tossed Angel out of
the ring, where he landed at Cumface’s feet.
“He’s all yours,” Brice called to him.
Dan (Cumface) got a look of surprise and pleasure on his
face as he quickly rolled Angel to his chest and applied a pair of handcuffs to
his wrists. Landing on the grass had
partially awakened Angel, but Dan had the cuffs applied before he could do
anything. He rolled Angel to his back
and rubbed his hands under Angel’s ref shirt.
He then rolled the shirt over his head, exposing Angel's chest and
abs. Dan sat on the abs and began to rub
and fondle the chest and tits. When
playing with the tits, he was anything but gentle. He ignored the fiery and obscene words
emanating from Angel.
Dan stood up and dropped down, slamming his ass into
Angel's abs knocking the breath from him.
He then proceeded to strip Angel of his pants so that his cock and balls
were fully exposed. Dan began to manhandle, squeeze, and abuse both.
“You had better stop, or you will pay, asshole,” Angel
screamed. Dan ignored him while Angel wondered
where his gang was, unaware the Demons were keeping them occupied – as planned.
“But this is so much fun,” Dan replied, winking at
Angel. Dan stood, grabbed a handful of
hair, and pulled Angel to his feet. He
bent over, rammed his shoulder into Angel’s abs, and then stood lifting Angel
over his shoulder, his head hanging down his back.
“Put me down, asshole,” Angel demanded. “You can’t fucking do this.”
“Looks like I can, and besides, we can have so much more
fun in the dungeon,” Dan said as he headed in that direction.
Some of the crowd followed excitedly, wanting to see what
Dan had in mind. They shouted
suggestions to him as they approached the dungeon tent. Most of the crowd, however, turned their
attention back to the ring to see where this was going.
After tossing Angel to the ground, Brice turned back to
face Butch. They did a quick fist bump, eliciting
a large round of boos from the audience.
They didn’t come to see a love match.
And a love match was far from what they were about to
witness because immediately after the fist bump, the two locked up in a collar
and elbow and began to jockey for position.
Their hatred had not diminished even as they had teamed up to eliminate
a problem. Unknowingly they had created
a problem for Cumface, but that wasn’t their concern at the moment. For now, they were back to where they started,
looking for a definitive conclusion to their situation.
After struggling unsuccessfully, they broke the hold and
stepped back. Brice attempted a quick
charge, but Butch had anticipated it and stepped to the side. As Brice ran
past, Butch drove his knee into Brice’s abs, slightly winding him. He followed up with a double pump handle to
the upper back, forcing Brice to the mat chest down.
Not letting go of his advantage, Butch dropped two knees
in the lower back before grabbing Brice by the ankles and dragging him to the
middle of the ring. As he was sitting on
the lower back, Butch shot a bird over to where Chad, Wrestledaddy, The
Patriot, the twinks (Chuck and Stuart), and their friends were seated.
Once his ass landed in Brice’s lower back, Butch laughed
and slapped the ass cheek with the twink flag tattoo on it, easily visible
because of the jockstrap. He next
grabbed the ankles, bent the legs at the knee, locked the feet under his
armpit, and sat back. The Boston Crab
was well applied. After bouncing a few
times, he released one leg, reached down, and locked on a ball claw.
“Fuck, Fuck, my balls, my balls,” Brice screamed.
“It’s okay, I’ve got them, they are safe,” Butch laughed
as he squeezed harder.
Not appreciating the abuse Brice was getting, Chuck
started toward the ring, but Chad grabbed him by the shoulder and pulled him
back.
“He knew what he was getting into,” he said. The twink gave him an angry look but didn’t
say anything.
Tiring of the hold, Butch dropped the balls and the other
leg. He quickly rotated around Brice’s
body and pulled his arms over his thighs.
He now had Brice in a Camel Clutch.
He slapped his hand over Brice’s mouth, restricting the airflow, but he
spread his fingers somewhat so Brice could get some oxygen. The plan was to weaken Brice’s back and his
oxygen supply.
He removed his hand from over Brice’s mouth and used the
index finger of each hand to apply a fish mouth, pulling open the cheeks. Tiring of the hold, he released one hand,
grabbed Brice by the back of the head and slammed his forehead into the mat.
Butch pulled Brice to his feet, locked on a bear hug, and,
lifting him in the air, began squeezing as hard as he could. When he felt it was time to release some
pressure, he charged across the ring and slammed Brice back first into the
second turnbuckle. He rotated Brice to
face the corner, grabbed the middle rope on each side, and slammed a series of
shoulders into the lower back.
Butch pulled back from the corner, and he watched his
opponent stumble back into the ring, where Butch lifted him into an
over-the-shoulder backbreaker, pulling down on the chin and the thigh.
“Balls, Balls, Balls,” the crowd started cheering, so
Butch humored them and grabbed a handful of nuts and began squeezing. Brice let
out a satisfactory scream. Before Chuck
or Stuart could react, Chad slammed a large hand down on each shoulder and
squeezed, freezing them in place.
With his back in tremendous pain, not to mention his
nuts, Brice decided he had to do something, or this was going to become a
squash job. He reached around and raked
across Butch’s eyes and face. When Butch
groaned and let up on the pressure, Brice repeated the move and was able to
slide down Butch’s back to the mat.
As soon as he hit the ring floor, Brice rolled into Butch’s
legs, taking his feet out from under him and dropping him onto the mat. Brice rotated so he could deliver a punch
between Butch’s legs and to his balls to slow him down. His punch was met with a mild scream.
Brice regained his feet, grabbed the left ankle of his
opponent, lifted it into the air, and delivered a series of stomps into the
upper thigh region before dropping a knee in the same area. He repeated the move twice more. With each blow, Butch would grunt and
struggle to move away from Brice. For
his final move, he lifted the leg perpendicular to Butch’s body and pulled
outward, and dropped to the mat, stretching out the muscles and tendons of the
leg. Butch rolled over as he grabbed at
his thigh.
Butch rolled to his chest, and when he did, Brice grabbed
the ankle, bent the leg at the knee, lifted the leg off the mat, and placed his
foot behind the knee before stomping down, slamming the knee into the mat. He repeated the move before Butch could jerk
free. It was obvious that Brice was
trying to affect Butch’s mobility.
Brice jumped over the top rope to exit the ring. He faced the ring, grabbed the right leg, and
pulled it under the rope near the ring corner.
He proceeded to slam the abused thigh into the ring post several
times. He pulled Butch crotch-first into
the post before locking on a hanging figure four, forcing Butch’s ball into the
ring post and applying pressure to the right knee.
The Demons complained about the “out of the ring” action,
but Chad and the boys reminded them there was no ref, so it was all fair. The orange-vest guys pushed them back every
time the Demons started in that direction. Brice finally released the hold and
hopped back onto the ring apron. His back was protesting, but he ignored it and
began to slip back into the ring.
One of the Demons evaded the orange guys and got to the
ring, grabbed Brice by the ankles, and yanked him backward off the ring apron. Brice
was not expecting the move and ended up slamming his chin onto the apron before
falling to the ground. An orange-vested man reached the ring and pushed the
Demon back before he could do any more damage, threatening him with ejection
from the Campground if he interfered again.
Brice was disoriented for a moment but quickly regained
his senses and crawled back into the ring. Butch had managed to scoot his body back into
the ring, as well, but was favoring his right leg as he used the ropes to pull
himself to his feet.
Butch looked across the ring, and as soon as Brice stood
up, he charged across the ring and slammed a clothesline across his chest,
sending him into the ropes, where he flipped over them. Usually, he would have
landed on the grass, but he was holding onto the middle rope when he flipped,
so he ended up with his arms trapped between the middle and top rope such that
he was suspended from them. He scrambled
to get both feet back on the ring apron so he could power himself up and
possibly over to release himself.
Butch prevented that by dropping to his knees, grabbing
each of Brice’s legs, one and a time, and forcing the ankle and foot behind the
bottom rope. He now had Brice trapped in
the ropes facing the audience.
As he exited the ring, Butch taunted, “Oh, looks like you
are a little tied up. I assume that means you won't be wrestling for a while.”
He laughed as he launched a series of punches and elbows
into the exposed abs. They quickly
turned red from the abuse.
In the crowd, the Twinks were going ballistic, and Chad
and Wrestledaddy had to prevent them from trying to interfere.
“Let go of me, goddamn it,” Stuart screamed. “He’s using illegal holds, dammit. Plus, the Demons interfered.”
“Yep, he is, and they did,” a calm Chad replied. “But that is the chance you take when you
wrestle without a ref, and he chose to do so.”
Trying to break free, Chuck swung his fist around and
slammed it into Chad’s abs. Chad seemed unphased, and he used both hands to
lift him to eye level, saying in a deep, menacing voice.
“I wouldn’t do that again, little man.”
Seeing Chad’s look, Chuck realized he needed to backtrack
fast. “Oh, um, sorry, Chad. I got a little carried away. No hard feelings,
huh?”
Chad held him for a few seconds before setting him down
and said, “No hard feelings. For now.”
Chuck turned back to watch the action. “Okay, Stuart and I are going to have to
teach Chad not to get between Brice and us,”
he thought as he looked over at Stuart, who had also stopped
struggling. Stuart nodded as if he read Chuck’s
mind and revealed an evil grin.
At ringside, Butch had tired of the punching and climbed on
the ring apron. He ran his hands over
Brice’s abs and noted that they were as firm as before, but Brice took an
intake of breath when he pushed in.
He re-entered the ring, came up behind Butch, and locked
on a sleeper hold. Trapped in the ropes,
Butch didn’t have much leverage to protect himself. It looked like this match was going to be
over with soon.
As Butch felt Brice begin to sag, he released the sleeper
and untangled him from the ropes. Once
his arms were free, he gently pushed Brice forward and fell from the ring,
landing forehead-first on the grass. He
wasn’t moving much, but by his moaning, he was obviously still conscious.
Butch looked over at the Demons and smirked as he said,
“He hasn’t suffered enough,” as he once again exited the ring. The Demons gave him a rousing cheer. Now, the good part started.
Butch walked around the ring to where Brice was lying
face down with his feet still on the ring apron. As Butch leaned over to grab Brice by the
hair, he suddenly let out a loud scream, and his hands dropped to his crotch as
he dropped to his knees.
Stuart had managed to sneak around to that side of the
ring and delivered a full-throttle boot between the legs and into the
balls. Once Butch hit his knees, he did
a reverse kick to the side of the head, knocking Butch to the grass.
Chad looked over at Wrestledaddy. “I thought you were watching him.”
“He was doing so well; I guess I let my guard down,” Wrestledaddy
smirked.
Chad’s lips twitched at the corners, but he said nothing.
“Back off, Do that
again, and you are fucking out of here,” one of the orange-vested guys yelled
as he grabbed Stuart and pushed him back from the wrestlers.
Stuart threw his hands in the air and walked backward. He saw a couple of the Demons heading his way,
so he quickly hightailed it back to the relative safety of Chad, Wrestledaddy,
and the Patriot. Sensing a big fight about to break out, the orange-vested guys
made sure to come between them.
Butch and Brice both began to recover at about the same
time. After attaining his feet, Brice
walked around the ring, putting it between him and Butch so he could move about
as he tried to re-orient himself without having to worry about Butch. Butch was happy to have the time to himself
as well.
Both wrestlers crawled back into the ring at about the
same time and rose to their feet. They
slowly approached each other before locking up in a collar and elbow. They jockeyed for position, but neither could
see an opening, so they broke the hold and stepped back. Brice suddenly did a spinning back kick but
hit only air as Butch stepped backward before throwing himself forward and
slamming into an off-balance Brice. They
both went to the mat, with Butch landing on top.
Butch began delivering a series of punches to the head
and neck while Brice used both arms to fend off as many blows as possible. Finally, Butch delivered a devastating blow
to the solar plexus knocking the steam out of Brice.
Butch pulled Brice to a sitting position, grabbed both of
his wrists and wrapped them around his own throat before planting his knee
between Brice’s shoulder blades and leaning back. Brice was now trapped in a Japanese stranglehold.
Brice knew he had to do something quickly, so he pulled
his arms as hard as possible, trying to break the hold. He was able to pull his arms off his carotids
to stop the effects of the hold. Brice
also pulled his knees up to his chest.
Trying to maintain the hold, Butch drops his knee to the mat.
As soon as Brice felt the knee move from his back, he
raised his ass and pushed off with his feet propelling him backward and into
Butch, causing him to lose his grip on one wrist. Brice pulled that arm forward, pivoted so
that he was facing Butch, and threw a haymaker which only grazed his opponent,
but in dodging the punch, Butch was forced to release the hold.
Brice rose to his feet and backed away from Butch. Butch cautiously regained his feet, and the
two wrestlers stood facing each other.
As they slowly circled each other, Brice suddenly
performed a leg sweep dropping Butch to the mat. He dropped an elbow into Butch’s abs before
turning him over and stomping on the lower back multiple times. He pulled Butch to his feet, locked him in a
bear hug, and charged across the ring, slamming his lower back into the middle
turnbuckle. He pulled Butch out of the
corner, re-applied the bearhug, and charged to the opposing corner slamming the
back, again, into the turnbuckle.
If Butch wanted to go after the back, Brice would show
him how it’s done. This time he pulled
Butch out of the corner, spun him around, and lifted him in an
across-the-shoulder backbreaker. He
pulled down on the chin and the thighs as he walked around the ring, bouncing
up and down. Butch would moan with each
bounce.
Butch went for an eye gouge but was only partially
successful. Brice backed into the ring
ropes, leaned back, and slid his opponent from his shoulder. Butch’s back impacted the edge of the ring as
he fell to the grass around the ring.
Brice wasted no time in exiting the ring between the ropes.
Once on the outside, he stomped into the lower back twice
before picking Butch up in a cross-body hold.
He charged him back first into the corner post before turning, running
down the side of the ring and repeating the blow. He did this twice more before depositing
Butch onto the ring apron and sliding back into the ring.
He grabbed both ankles and pulled Butch to the middle of
the ring, where he applied a Boston Crab.
He concentrated on inflicting as much pain to the back as he could. Butch tried to power out but was not
successful.
Brice dropped the legs, bent them at the knees, stood
between the legs, and brought the ankles around his thighs before placing them
on his lower abs. He leaned over,
grabbed both of Butch’s wrists and stood up, pulling Butch into a swinging
surfboard. He began to move his hips
back and forth, causing Butch to start swinging. The pain in his back was now being
concentrated.
“Want to end the pain?
Give up?” Brice shouted.
“No,” Butch grimaced, obviously in a lot of pain.
Brice made sure he was standing in the middle of the ring
when he dropped the hold and kicked into the back twice. He pulled Butch to his feet, locked his arms
around him from the back, and picked him up and fell backward, suplexing Butch
to the mat. He repeated this maneuver,
and the blows to the back of the head began to have an effect.
The next time Brice pulled Butch up, he bent him at the
waist, trapped the head under his armpit, and dropped to the mat delivering a
DDT.
He
rolled the wrestler to his back, hooked
a leg, and dropped across Butch’s prone form.
“One…….Two……Three…..Four…..Five,”
Brice counted. He added extra counts to
show that he had truly won. The pain in
his back and the repeated suplexes had rendered Butch incapable of kicking out.
Members
of the Demons weren’t happy, but they followed Tank’s advice and stayed out of
it. Brice signaled to the two twinks, Chuck
and Stuart, before standing and doing a double biceps pose for the crowd as
they cheered his win. When the twinks
slid under the ropes, members of the Demons headed toward the ring while Chad,
Spike, and Patriot did the same.
However, Tank gave the Demons a wait sign to see what would occur.
Brice
bent over, grabbed Butch’s jockstrap,
and slid the waistband under Butch’s cock and balls, holding them up. He dropped his ass onto Butch’s chest before
pulling down his own strap, releasing his erect cock and his balls. The twinks finished removing Butch's jock
while Chuck sat on his abs with his back to Brice. Butch’s legs were pulled up and locked under Chuck’s
armpits. Stuart dropped down and began
rimming Butch while Chuck started stroking the cock and balls.
Brice
gave a couple of gentle slaps to Butch’s face.
This, along with the stimulation from the Twinks, brought Butch back
around.
As
he woke, Butch began to thrash around before Brice gave him a sharp slap across
the face.
“Settle
down, bitch. You lost, so are you going
to be a man about it or a cunt?” he
inquired.
Butch,
feeling the sense of pleasure radiating from his groin, stopped thrashing and
looked up at Brice.
“Do
what you gotta do,” he said.
Brice
scooted up until his balls were resting on Butch’s lips.
“Starting
licking and sucking.”
When
Butch didn’t start immediately, Brice responded with another slap across the
face.
“I
thought you were going to be a man and not a pussy.”
Shooting
daggers at Brice, Butch began using his lips and tongue to manipulate the balls
in his face.
The
twinks were now using several techniques to bring pleasure to Butch. But not too much pleasure. Whenever he began to show signs of cumming,
they would back off. And one thing the Twinks
were experts at was edging someone.
Butch was in for some significant frustration.
Brice’s
cock became rock hard and finally began to leak some precum which dropped down
onto Butch’s forehead. Brice slowly slid
backward down his opponent’s body dragging a stream of precum with him until
the head of his cock was sitting on Butch’s lips.
“Kiss
it,” Brice demanded.
Butch
obeyed and began kissing the head of the cock.
“Lick
along the shaft,” Brice stated. Once
again, Butch did so. Suddenly Butch
began to breath faster and buck his hips.
“Ease
off there, boys,” Brice said to the twinks.
“You
mind your own fucking business, Bricey boy.
We know what the hell we are doing,” Chuck sneered.
After
a minute of licking and kissing, Brice looked down at Butch and said, “Open.”
Butch
slowly obeyed, and Brice inserted the head of his cock between Butch’s
lips. “Suck.”
As
he began to suck, Brice slowly lifted himself off Butch’s chest to his knees so
that he could start pistoning his rock-hard cock into the open mouth.
Chuck
dropped one leg, slid to the side, and while using his mouth to stimulate
Butch’s cock and balls, reached up and began to pinch and massage Butch’s tits.
Butch
responded by sucking in air in pleasure, allowing Brice to penetrate even
deeper. The three soon developed a
rhythm, bringing Brice, and Butch, significant pleasure but not allowing Butch
to come, although the twinks brought him to the edge multiple times.
“Oh
Fuck, let me cum, let me cum,” Butch begged as Brice removed his cock from his
mouth.
“Not
yet, stud, not yet.” Brice then
repositioned himself so that Butch’s legs were on his shoulders and the head of
his cock was at Butch’s now well-lubed hole.
The twinks repositioned so that they could get to Butch’s cock, balls
and tits.
“Beg
me to fuck you,” Brice said as he looked down into Butch’s eyes.
“Fuck
you,” was the natural response from Butch.
“No,
the correct phase is fuck me,” Brice laughed.
Butch
held out until the magic the twins were performing brought him close to ejaculating,
but they backed off before that could happen.
“Aaahhh,”
Butch yelled. “For goodness’ sake fuck
me, already,” he yelled at Brice.
“You’ve
gotta ask politer than that, big boy,” Brice said, and he rubbed the head of
his cock against Butch’s now hungry hole.
“Please
fuck me. Fuck me until I come,” Butch
whined.
Smiling,
Brice slowly inserted his cock until his balls were pressed against the now
open ass. He then began to plunge in and
out, varying his speed and depth while the twinks continued their ministrations.
“Oh,
faster, fuck me harder, harder,” Butch began.
Brice
plunged in and out of the quivering hole for the next thirty minutes. Butch was lost in a state of frustrated ecstasy
and alternated between begging and cursing as he brought closer and closer to a
climax but was never allowed over the edge.
With
an audible pop, Brice removed his cock from Butch.
“No,
no, you can’t stop, not now,” Butch begged.
“Please, please, fuck me until I cum.”
Brice
just smiled and laughed as he rolled out of the ring. He reached in, grabbed Butch by both armpits
and pulled his body outward until his neck was at the edge of the ring and his
head was hanging down. Butch’s sweaty
body made this an easy task.
Brice
slowly rubbed his cockhead across Butch’s lips.
He
leaned over and whispered so that only Butch could hear.
“If
I feel any teeth, they are mine, and I’m going to take them home. Understood?”
“Yeah,
yeah, no teeth,” Butch groaned. “Just,
please, get me off.”
Brice
slowly inserted his cock into Butch’s mouth until Butch started to gag. Brice nodded at Chuck. He quickly inserted
one finger up Butch’s ass and began to massage the prostate. This caused Butch to take a great inhale in,
and Brice took advantage and shoved the rest of his cock in until his balls
were banging against Butch’s eyes.
He
then began his assault on Butch’s mouth and throat, similar to what he had done
to his ass. Soon Butch was moaning in
pleasure and desire. For fifteen
minutes, the three continued their assault on Butch’s body and nerves.
Finally,
Brice began to pull his cock back until the head was just beyond the teeth
before slamming its full length back into the mouth. He began to moan. As his thrusts became more vigorous and his
grunts louder, he pulled his cock all the way out of the mouth just as he began
to ejaculate. He covered Butch’s face
with his cum. When he had finally
finished, he turned and slumped against the ring.
“Oh
fuck, fuck, let me cum, please let me cum,” Butch begged. Brice looked up at the two twinks and nodded
to them. This time they did not stop
when they got close but continued until Butch began spurting cum out of his
cock. The first spurt flew over the ring
rope and hit one of the audience members in the face. He had a massive smile on his face.
The
twinks continued their manipulations until Butch had finished having one of the
most intense and productive orgasms of his life. His body was covered in his cum. The twinks scooped some of the cum up and rubbed
it on their lips before locking each other in a very passionate kiss. Wet spots developed on both of their shorts.
They
broke the kiss, smiled, and slid out of the ring.
Butch
was taking several deep breaths in and out as he relished in his post cum
state. Suddenly, he felt himself sliding
as Brice had reached in, grabbed an ankle, and pulled Butch sideways onto the
ring apron before twisting him around until his feet dropped to the grass and
he was standing outside the ring leaning against the edge of it.
Brice
standing directly in front of him, ran his finger through the cum on Butch’s
chest before sliding them up and into Butch’s mouth.
“Looks
like you are good for something after all,” Brice gloated.
Butch
responded by dropping to his knees and inserting Brice’s cock into his
mouth. He almost immediately had Brice
back to full erection. He then began to vigorously
deep-throat Brice. Butch reached out,
grabbed Brice’s hand, and placed them around his own head. Anticipating what Butch wanted, Brice
tightened his hold and began to give Brice a major skull fucking, pulling his
face inward with each stroke.
Brice
felt himself hardening more as he approached orgasm. He felt Butch place his
hands around the back of Brice’s thighs and pull himself forward until his nose
was buried in Brice’s bush. Brice
tightened his hand and pulled forward, and he deposited a large load directly
into Butch’s throat. As his ejaculation
eased, Brice and Butch released their holds, and Butch slowly removed the cock
from his mouth.
He
reached over and kissed the head of the cock as he stood up, placed his hands
on Brice’s biceps, maneuvered him so that his back was against the ring, and
bent his upper body backward.
He
brought his face close to Brice’s as if going for a kiss, but at the last
second, he turned slightly so that his mouth was next to Brice’s ear.
“This
ain’t over with, Bitch,” he whispered as he drove his knee upward into Brice’s post-orgasmic
tender balls. Before he had much time to
react, Butch pulled back with his right hand a delivered a full-powered punch
directly into the hurting balls.
Brice
screamed as his hands shot to his groin, and he slid down the ring edge,
dropped to the ground, and rolled to his side.
Butch
laughed as he stepped back and was joined by the Demons before any of Brice’s
friends could react. The Demons then
walked off, leaving Brice curled on the ground in a fetal position, surrounded
by his concerned friends.
Butch
had no shortage of audience members offering to help him clean up, as many
rubbed their hands over his torso collecting cum for themselves. Butch looked over the offering, and knowing
he needed someone sturdy, he went up to a very masculine and muscular couple
and grabbed them by the back of their necks.
“Umm,
I’m strictly a top,” one of them stammered.
“Not
anymore, you’re not,” Butch replied as he increased the strength of his hand on
his neck.
He
looked at his partner, who had a wide smile on his face, and said, “Help me.”
“Not
a fucking chance,” his partner responded back with a wink.
“Oh
well, I have always been a little curious, so why not now,” he replied as he
accepted his fate. His cock was tenting
the front of his shorts by this time.
Butch
drugged them, willingly, to the dungeon tent.
Once there, the Demons emptied the tent of others over many protests and
left Butch and his two acolytes alone in the dungeon. Surprisingly, Dan and Angel were not among
those who were removed from the dungeon.
They emerged separately about one hour later. Both looked quite content.
For
the next several hours, sounds of pain and pleasure could be heard coming from
the tent. Some campgrounders winched in sympathy, while others moaned in
jealousy. When it was all over, the two acolytes had a huge problem—both were
now power bottoms.
Later
that afternoon
Angel
walked up to Dan, Chad, and Brice, who were relaxing on the porch of their
cabin.
“Hey,
asshole, I want to speak with you,” Angel yelled as he marched over.
“You’re
going to have to be more specific than that,” Brice laughed. “Seems a couple of us got some good use out
of you today.”
“I’ll
fucking deal with you later, twinkie lover.
But as for you, Cumface, I want your motherfucking ass in the ring
tomorrow. Just me and you, both at full
strength.”
“Yeah,
like it would be just me and you. I know
how you and your gang work,” Cumface replied.
“Ooooh,
Scared of a little true man-on-man action, are you? Okay, you can get Chad here to
officiate. He’s tall and mean enough to
keep everyone in line. And with Brice
hanging around, you should be well protected.”
Cumface
looked over at Chad, who smiled and nodded his head. He was always up to ref a good match. And this one should be good – smaller (but
meaner) vs. bigger (but nicer), very experienced (Angel) vs. fairly new
(Cumface), and big-time cheater vs. by the rules. Making it a fair match would mostly eliminate
the third difference and make it a good match.
“You’re
on Angel,” Cumface said. “We just need
to figure out what time.”
“Already
checked, second match of the morning, tomorrow.
See you there.”
Angel
turned and walked away.
A
short time later, Angel was seen in the food tent talking to Tank.
Even
later that evening
Chad,
Brice, and the twinks were wandering the campground while Cumface sat on the
porch with a beer. He saw Samson and Skull walking by, and to his surprise,
Skull veered away and walked over to him.
“Hey
Dan, what’s up?” he asked. “What
have you got planned for tonight?”
“Just
chilling out. Had a fun day, so just
hanging out without any plans.”
“Huh. Yeah, not many can say they got to play
around with Angel safely. Say, why don’t
you join Samson and me for some fun over at our camp?”
When
Skull saw the look of distrust that came across Dan’s face, he said, “Look, I’ve been impressed by your
improvements in the ring, even if you do lose a lot, and I think you are kind
of hot. And you're assuming control over
Angel today; that took some cajones. I
want to play around with those cajones and the rest of you. I promise nothing extreme, and you will have
a good time. You can call it off anytime
you like. We can even get a couple of
the orange vests to supervise if you insist.”
Cumface,
at first, was very cautious about the idea.
But when Skull mentioned the orange-vests, his concerns were addressed
because nobody, and that meant nobody, messed with the orange-vest guys.
“Sure,
why not? Let me change clothes and ….”
“You
don’t need to change. You’re not going
to be in them long enough for it to matter,” Skull said with an exaggerated
wink.
Laughing,
Dan stood up and joined the two as they headed across the campground. Dan had
certainly changed since his first visit last year. He was now more confident,
relaxed, and comfortable there.
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