The Campground Matches:
Spike
and The Patriot vs Wrestledaddy
By
The Mangler
The crowd was waiting for the next match. In many arenas, they would be restless
awaiting the next combatants. But as
they were at The Campground for leather and fetish week, they found ways to
distract themselves. Mainly other
audience members.
Finally, a loud squeal came out
of the speakers. “Sorry guys. Now for our next match, which is a
handicapped match, let’s give a big welcome to the schmuck who agreed to ref this, the Choirboy.” Choirboy walked out of the tent leading a
heavily bound Kyle. This was his
standard uniform at the Campground. He
led Kyle to a group of friends, handed off the leash, smacked him on the ass,
and went down to the ring wearing the ref striped leather vest. He was also wearing a bright red jockstrap,
pair of leather chaps and black wrestling boots. The crowd was cheering as they knew that when
reffing at the campground, he could be a good ref, an indifferent ref, or a bad
ref. Depended on what he hoped was going
to happen in the ring. He nodded at
Chad, Brice, and a totally naked Dan as he walked by. While Chad and Brice were sitting in chairs,
Dan was kneeling on the grass with his knees spread wide.
After entering the ring, he walked to the far corner and leaned up against the turnbuckle.
“And now the team in this match. First out is The Patriot. The curtain opened and the Patriot walked out
of the tent. He stood about 5’5” tall, weighed 125 pounds.
He had a swimmer’s build. He was
wearing a pair of regular wrestling trunks themed in the American flag. He had a pair of red kneepads and red
wrestling boots.
There were hoots and hollers as he approached the ring.
Most of the crowd was expecting “the team” in this match to get beat. He entered the ring and approached the
center. The ref came over and examined
him for foreign objects. To many on a
date this was equivalent to getting to third base. Choirboy, the Patriot, and the crowd truly
enjoyed it.
“And his partner for today, none other than Spike.” The curtain opened and out walked Spike. Spike was 5’4” tall and weighed 130
pounds. He was in good shape and was
sexy as hell. He was known to most at
the Campground as he was one of the most accomplished tops at the campground
and took shit from no one. He was dressed in a pair of white square cut trunks,
white knee pads and white wrestling boots.
It had been said that he looked like a mini Choirboy, but never within
his hearing.
He was accompanied to the ring by his slave, Bully. Bully was huge and was naked except for some
leather boots. He stood 6”7 and weighed
400 pounds. He had muscles on
muscles. He was tattooed from the neck
down with almost no skin uninked. He had
a large ring through his septum, two rings through his tits, which stuck out
about 1 ½ inches from his chest. A chain
connected the tit rings together.
Another chain ran from the center of this ring down to the large prince
albert in his cockhead. The prince
albert was locked to a ring pierced in his naval. The tattoo visible on his cock said “Choirboy’s”.
He showed extreme deference to Master Spike.
As he walked by Chad, Brice, and Dan he said, “We had a lot
of fun with your boy there last night.
If you ever decide to get rid of him, let me know. Bully would love a junior playmate.” Bully smiled and nodded. Dan looked at Chad and Brice with a look of
total horror and fear on his face. Both
broke out laughing. “Don’t worry cumface
you’re safe with us,” Brice said.
Chad added, with an evil look on his face, “At least until
your contract is up. Or if you piss us
off.”
While Dan felt a little reassured by Brice, he also wasn’t
sure if Chad were telling the truth or not.
He wandered what the hell he had been thinking when he went to wrestle
at the Redneck Arena.
Spike entered the ring while Bully took a stance on the
grass near the team’s ring post. He
stood with his legs spread and his hands behind his back.
Spike gave the Patriot a sensual kiss before presenting
himself to Choirboy for his inspection.
This inspection was just as thorough as the one for the Patriot. After finishing his check, Choirboy turned to
the corner and peered over it and down to Bully.
“Stay out of the action,” he said.
“But of course, I will, sir,” he replied. He said it with sincerity on his face. Choirboy didn’t believe it for a single
microsecond.
A few seconds later, the curtain opened and out stepped the
team’s opponent. “Here is Wrestledaddy.”
Wrestledaddy was 6’, 250 pounds of defined muscles. He was bald, but had a Vandyke. He was attired in a black singlet with the
British flag on it, no knee pads and black wrestling boots. He was greeted mainly by cheers and
encouragement to “beat their fucking asses”, “fuck them up” and “Kill the
jobberboys.” He sneered the entire way
down to the ring. He climbed up to the
apron.
“That’s not Wrestledaddy, that’s wrestlepussy,” a couple of
leather dressed men shouted at him. He
turned on the ring apron to face the men, who he knew well, and thrust up both
his middle fingers and shouted, in a sexy British accent, “fuck you assholes, I’ll
take care of you two later.”
When Wrestledaddy turned and began speaking, the Patriot
and Spike both charged across the ring and delivered tandem dropkicks. The Patriot aimed his so that it hit
Wrestledaddy in the back of the head and the upper shoulders. Spike’s impacted Wrestledaddy in the mid and
lower back.
The effect of the combined dropkicks was that Wrestledaddy
went flying off the ring apron and landed face first onto the grass. With his hands up giving the bird, he
couldn’t get much help from his hands.
As a matter of fact, he landed awkwardly on his right hand bending back
the wrist.
As soon as Wrestledaddy hit the grass, Spike leaped over
the ropes and landed with both feet into his lower back, forcing him farther
into the turf. He stood and rolled
Wrestledaddy over where his abs were met by the double feet of the Patriot who
had launched himself over the ropes. The pair then began to rain feet and
stomps into the chest and abs of Wrestledaddy.
Spike also made sure to stomp down on the right wrist and hand as he had
seen Wrestledaddy land on it awkwardly.
Choirboy exited the ring and forced the Patriot and Spike
back into the ring. He forced them to
their corner and then made the Patriot exit the ring. In the meantime, Wrestledaddy had regained
his feet. The look he shot to his
opponents promised a very rough time. He
grabbed the ropes and hopped onto the ring apron. As he started between the second and third
ropes, Spike charged across planning on delivering a punch or elbow to the head
and neck.
However, Wrestledaddy wasn’t new to wrestling and was
prepared. He grabbed the middle ropes
with both hands, drew back, and pulled himself head first into the ring. And directly into the midsection of a
charging Spike. The force of the
headbutt striking his abs, lifted him slightly off his feet and forced him
backward. He tried to keep his feet but
stumbled and hit the mat on his butt.
Wrestledaddy was fast, especially for his size. He was in the ring and grabbing Spike on each
side of his head before Spike could really appreciate what had happened. Once he had his hands on each side of Spike’s
head, he grabbed both ears. He then
jerked the head forward and downward as he dropped to the mat. Spike was doubled over and his head was
slammed into the mat. On instinct he
jerked backward, just as Wrestledaddy released his ears.
The effect was that Spike sat up and continued backward
slamming the back of his head into the mat.
He was seeing stars.
Wrestledaddy rose to his feet, charged across the ring, and
delivered a forearm blow across the chest of the Patriot, driving him from the
ring apron to the grass. He turned just
as Spike obtained his feet. He walked
across the ring, wrapped his arms around the lower back of Spike and lifted him
in the air. He used one hand to pull the back of the trunk’s down over the
glutes exposing his ass. Time to show
this little jerk what happened when he took on the big boys. The strap of a black jockstrap was
visible. He then locked his hands in the
lower back and began to squeeze and shake.
“That display pissed me off little man. Now time to make you pay.” He then squeezed harder. “See if I can get shit to shoot out the top of your head.”
Spike grunted, brought both hands up and delivered a double
eye poke. This startled Wrestledaddy and
he released the pressure on the bearhug.
Spike reached down with both hands, placed them on the large pecs and
pushed further decreasing the pressure from the bearhug. Once he felt comfortable, Spike then slid
through the arms and dropped to the mat.
He stood and stepped back.
Wrestledaddy just looked over at him.
“Keep pissing me off and I’ll break you in half.”
“Trash talk from a piece of trash. But if you are so confident, how about we
make this a verbal ‘I quit’ match?”
Wrestledaddy just laughed.
“Are you serious, little dude?
I’ll tear you and your partner apart.”
“So is that a ‘yes’,” Spike asked as he looked at Choirboy.
“You’re on.”
Choirboy then shouted “This has become a verbal I submit
match.” This was repeated by the
overhead announcer drawing more people to the ringside. The crowd cheered their approval. These matches were usually a lot of fun.
At the same time, Wrestledaddy felt a blow to the back of
the head and the upper back. For while
this conversation had been going on, the Patriot had climbed to the top rope
and leaped off delivering a flying dropkick to Wrestledaddy’s back causing him
to move forward. Spike stuck his foot
out tripping him, resulting in him falling face first onto the mat, only
managing to get his hands under him at the last minute. He felt another twinge in the right wrist.
Spike looked over and noticed that Choirboy was berating
his partner as he escorted him out of the ring.
Seizing the opportunity, he delivered two quick kicks between
Wrestledaddy’s legs slamming into his balls.
This got a couple of grunts and mild screams from Wrestledaddy. He delivered a couple of stomps to the right
wrist and hand as well.
Spike then lay on Wrestledaddy’s back, hooked his leg
around one ankle, reached over and grabbed the opposite arm placing it behind
his own back. He rolled both wrestlers to their sides, grabbed the chin with
both hands and pulled the head toward his shoulder. This was known as a twister or guillotine
(not to be confused with the chokehold).
Some commentators also called it an “on the mat abs stretch.” It put pressure on the head, neck, back and
sides. In less flexible wrestlers, which
men the size of Wrestledaddy tended to be it also cranks pressure onto the
knee.
“Now, what was it you were going to do again?” Spike asked
as he pulled tighter.
“Break….you….in….half….ahhh…fuck.”
“I’m busy right now but maybe I’ll fuck you later.” With that Spike released one hand, reached down,
and began to gently twist and massage the nearest nipple. He would also grab it and stretch it
out. Wrestledaddy tried to ignore the
pleasure from this and concentrate on the pain having it motivate him.
With only one hand on his chin, Wrestledaddy, began to flex
his neck and slowly start to release the hold.
Suddenly, he screamed and stopped trying to flex. Patriot had once more come off the top rope and
slammed down on Wrestledaddy, this time aiming for his knee. Again, Choirboy
was immediately on the scene and forcing Patriot back while also screaming at him about staying on the apron in
his corner.
Spike took advantage of the distraction by releasing the
hook on the leg and then slamming his knee up
between the thighs, once again compressing Wrestledaddy’s balls. He screamed this time, but with Choirboy yelling at
Patriot, he failed to hear it.
Spike rolled Wrestledaddy off him, stood up and began
slamming his feet down onto the same knee that Patriot had just jumped on. Both he and his partner knew they have a
better chance if they could keep the big man on the mat. But even then, he was going to be a handful
due to his size. Spike stopped with the
stomps, grabbed the big man by the ankle and dragged him toward their corner.
He reached out and tagged Patriot who then climbed to the
top rope. As he was climbing, Spike
separated the legs and then dropped down slamming his head into the balls. He then rolled out of the ring. As soon as Patriot saw the head butt, he
launched himself toward the big man. At
the last moment, Wrestledaddy pulled his knees up and Patriot slammed down abs
first across them.
Patriot grunted as he felt the air expelled from him and
rolled off the knees to the mat.
Wrestledaddy got the better end of the deal, but his injured knee took
most of the brunt of Patriot’s weight so he too was a little stunned. However, he recovered first and moved over to
the Patriot and, taking a page out of Spike’s playbook, he locked on the twister. The size
difference made it look slightly comical, except to Patriot who felt
like he was being pulled in half.
Spike had jumped to the grass, and reached under the rope
attempting to grab Wrestledaddy by the hair.
Instead, he felt Choirboy’s boots coming down on his hand pinning
him to the mat.
Choirboy began to twist his boots causing shooting pain to go up the
arm. “Stay out of the action,” he
replied as he lifted his foot and Spike jerked his hurting hand out of the
ring. He gave Choirboy a gaze from
hell. Choirboy just smiled, puckered his
lips, and threw Spike a kiss.
Sensing that Choirboy was occupied, wrestle daddy had
released one hand, reached down, and grabbed Patriot right in the stars on his
trunks, which was conveniently located over his balls. Once he had them in hand he began to squeeze
and twist. Patriot screamed and began to
rock feverishly. He managed to pull
himself out of the hold just as Choirboy turned backed to the action. The ball action had been missed.
Wrestledaddy regained his feet and began to walk over to
Patriot. He was limping slightly. He heard Spike scream “What’s up
wrestlepussy??”
Wrestledaddy just shot him the finger. At about the same time, Patriot had gotten to
a crouching position and when the time was right, he launched himself at
Wrestledaddy landing a shoulder block into the injured knee, collapsing the
leg, and dropping Wrestledaddy to his knees.
He approached from behind, took his right hand, reached across
Wrestledaddy’s chest, and grabbed the left singlet strap. He pulled his hand, and the strap across the
chest and over the shoulder. With his
other hand, he grabbed the singlet strap where it crossed the shoulder and then brought both his hands together chocking Wrestledaddy with his own singlet strap.
Wrestledaddy began to struggle and Patriot allowed him to
get to his feet. As he accomplished
that, Patriot turned back-to-back and using the singlet strap pulled
Wrestledaddy and his head down towards Patriot’s shoulder. He then leaned forward while continuing to
pull, until he had Wrestledaddy laying across his back. He then pulled down harder on the straps,
torquing Wrestledaddy’s feet off the mat.
He was now laying fully across Patriot’s back with his own singlet strap
choking him out. The audience was impressed because the size
and weight difference made this an astounding
feat.
Choirboy came over and began to berate Patriot for the
choking, but noticeably didn’t began to count to break the hold. Once he did and got near five, Patriot
dropped the strap, grabbed the chin with both hands and heaved Wrestledaddy
over his head causing him to slam abs, chest, and cock first into the ring mat,
which elicited another loud ummph. Patriot jumped, landing butt first on
Wrestledaddy’s lower back. He then
pulled the arms over his knees, grabbed the
chin with both hands and pulled back.
Wrestledaddy was now in a classic camel clutch. His body was being pulled and stretched
everywhere.
Patriot began to bounce his ass up and down increasing the
pressure on the back. Just to humiliate the big guy a little, he fish hooked
the mouth and pulled, causing Wrestledaddy
to look like he had the silliest grin.
He released the fishhook at Choirboy’s insistence but maintained the
camel clutch. Patriot nodded at Spike
who entered the ring making a good deal of noise causing Choirboy to turn
toward him. Patriot reached across,
grabbed the strap again and pulled it across the throat. He grabbed both sides of the strap, leaned
back and pulled Wrestledaddy up by the throat.
Wrestledaddy was choking, his back and
abs were screaming. He felt close to
blacking out when Patriot released the straps, the hold and stood up allowing
Wrestledaddy to drop to the mat.
He kicked once up between the thighs and stomped several
times on the knee and the back. He then
went over and tagged Spike back into the ring.
As Spike entered the ring, Wrestledaddy had struggled up to his knees. Spike went to do a dropkick, but Wrestledaddy
simply fell sideways. Spike continued on
where his legs split around the top rope. He sailed outward until his balls impacted
the rope and then the rope recoiled slinging him back into the ring landing
next to Wrestledaddy.
Wrestledaddy was able to get back to his feet. He pulled Spike up by his hair and applied a
reverse bear hug with his fist digging into Spikes abs especially around the
umbilicus. Spike began to struggle in
the hold. He reached down and grabbed
hold of Wrestledaddy’s right wrist. He
managed to bend back the right wrist slightly causing a sharp pain to shoot up
Wrestledaddy’s arm and into his chest.
Wrestledaddy released the hold and Spike drop to the mat. He managed to stand upright. He then kicked his right leg backward,
slamming his foot into Wrestledaddy’s right knee.
Wrestledaddy dropped to his one knee. Once the knee hit the mat, Spike slammed
backward with an elbow connecting with Wrestledaddy’s forehead. He leaned back but didn’t fall. Spike followed up with a roundhouse kick to
the head, toppling Wrestledaddy to his side on the mat. He drove two kicks into the knee. He then pulled Wrestledaddy out to the middle
of the ring, turned him to his stomach and applied a Boston Crab. Once he had it locked on, he would slap at
the balls when Choirboy was out of position.
He also began to bounce up and down.
Wrestledaddy used his bigger size and strength to flex his
legs until he was finally able to propel Spike into the ropes. As he hit the ropes, Spike reached out for a
tag to Patriot, who quickly charged into the ring and jumped with both feet
into the lower back. Followed by a
couple shots to Wrestledaddy’s right knee.
Wrestledaddy rolled to his back. As
the Patriot neared, Wrestledaddy quickly pulled his legs up to his chest and
did a double mule kick. The blow lifted Patriot off his feet and propelled him
over the top ropes where he then smacked into the surrounding grass, knocking
the air from him.
Wrestledaddy rose, charged across the ring, slid under the ropes, grabbed his opponent’s legs, separated
them, and delivered a series of stomps into the balls. Choirboy was quickly there getting between
the two wrestlers and forcing Wrestledaddy away from Patriot. Wrestledaddy was backing up and was near to
passing the ring post, when Spike leaped from the apron, wrapped his legs
around the head and neck, and continued following through bringing Wrestledaddy
to the ground slamming his head into the turf.
Choirboy left Patriot and ran over to get Spike out of the
action. Spike argued with Choirboy and
refused to return to the ring apron. The
confrontation got very heated as the two got nose to nose. In spite of the height and weight difference
Spike wasn’t going to give an inch.
When
Choirboy heard a loud grunt, he turned to see that
Patriot and Wrestledaddy were both back in the middle of the ring. Wrestledaddy was sitting with his legs spread
wide. Patriot was sitting between the
spread legs at the level of the knee. He
had Wrestledaddy bent forward with his head down in Patriot’s crotch. Wrestledaddy’s arms were held straight up in
the air as Patriots arms were wrapped around under the arms and his hands
grasped in the middle with the result that Wrestledaddy’s arms were pulled
upward and the shoulders were pulled downward while his back was bent and the
head was pushed downward. He was being
stretched in multiple directions.
When Choirboy re-entered the ring, he asked Wrestledaddy if
he wanted to submit but only got a grunt in response. He interpreted that as a no, although
Wrestledaddy kept grunting. Without
releasing the hold, Patriot got to his knees and then to his feet pulling
Wrestledaddy up with him. Once both were
standing, Patriot bent his knees then lifted Wrestledaddy up and over
delivering a suplex. The crowd cheered this feat of strength from the smaller
Patriot. Once they both hit the mat,
Patriot stood and went to the corner to tag Spike.
Choirboy went to check on Wrestledaddy and he noticed something off about the wrestler and when he got
closer, he realized that he had a ball gag shoved in his mouth and the straps
around the head were locked into place.
He began to kneel down to further investigate when Spike ran over,
jumped over the top of Wrestledaddy’s head and landed with both feet in the abs,
forcing air out of Wrestledaddy. Because
of the ball gag he had difficulty sucking air back in.
“Yeah, what the fuck is going on?” Choirboy yelled.
“A wrestling match you idiot,” was the reply.
“No with this,” Choirboy inquired as he inspected the ball
gag. He noted it was locked and could
not easily be removed.
“Don’t know, don’t care,” was all Spike had to say. He went to grab Wrestledaddy’s legs, but
Choirboy pushed him away.
“Bullshit, what did you
do?”
“I did nothing. You
had me cornered over their yelling some bullshit about interfering, but now I’m
legal so get out of my way.”
With that he stepped around Choirboy, grabbed his
opponent’s legs, twisted them up and dropped down into a figure four leglock
with the pressure on the right
knee. Wrestledaddy began to thrash around
and grunt extra loudly. Choirboy looked
over at Patriot who stood in the ring corner looking, cute and innocent. He turned to look at Bully who was in the
same space he had always been in.
He looked out at the crowd and, as one, they all seemed to
shake their heads and shrug their shoulders.
They laughed and cheered. Choirboy
had been bamboozled. As a ref he didn’t
like it, as the Choirboy he was very impressed.
He too shrugged his shoulder and went to ask Wrestledaddy if he
submitted. All he could do was shake his
head no.
Spike maneuvered
himself and Wrestledaddy around until he could reach up and grab
Patriot’s hands. He then lifted up,
increasing the pain on the leg. Choirboy
made the two break the hands and started to count Spike out.
“Why the fuck you counting,” Spike demanded.
“You tagged out your partner,” was all that he replied.
Shrugging his shoulders, Patriot flew over the top rope and
dropped down press style onto the pile of legs that were intertwined. Wrestledaddy screamed, or what passed for a
scream and sat up. Choirboy untangled
their legs, kicked at the knee, and was then ushered out of the ring by the
Choirboy.
Patriot pulled Wrestledaddy to his feet and started to whip
him into the corner. But to his
surprise, Wrestledaddy grabbed him around the lower abs and locked on a
bearhug. He lifted Patriot completely
off his feet. He turned toward the
nearest turnbuckle and charged despite the pain in his knee. He charged full speed into the turnbuckle
smashing Patriot between the ring post and Wrestledaddy’s substantial
weight. Wrestledaddy released the
bearhug, stepped back and slammed into Patriot two more times. He then stepped
aside and Patriot dropped face first to the ring floor just like a fallen tree.
Wrestledaddy reached up and fiddled with the gag, but
couldn’t loosen it, so instead he reached down, grabbed a handful of hair, and
pulled Patriot back to his feet, slipped his arm between the legs and lifted
Patriot up, turned, leaped into the air, and drove Patriot to the mat in a powerslam, landing on top of him.
The audience actually winced at the
sound of the impact and was amazed that Patriot wasn’t now just a blob.
Wrestledaddy felt a series of blows to the back of his head
as Spike had charged in and was stomping him.
He rolled off Patriot. Choirboy came to intervene but Spike broke off
the stomps, reached down, grabbed Patriot’s hand, and pulled him to their
corner. He then exited the ring and
stood on the apron as the two partners tagged.
Spike entered the ring and charged toward
Wrestledaddy. Too late did he realize
that Wrestledaddy was standing and not on the ring floor. Wrestledaddy stepped forward and drove a knee
into the charging abs. As Spike bent
over, Wrestledaddy spun him around, grabbed him by the waist and lifted him up
in a bearhug, locking his hands.
Wrestledaddy squeezed as hard as he could. The knee to the gut had knocked the wind out
of Spike and the bearhug was making it difficult
to catch his breath. He knew his partner
was probably still down and realized he was in trouble.
Instead of panicking, however, he quickly ran through his
options and seeing an opening, he began to kick at the right knee with the toe
of his foot. At first, Wrestledaddy was
able to ignore it, but with repeated blows his knee finally buckled and he fell
to the mat, releasing Spike as he did so.
Spike was able to rise first. He grabbed Wrestledaddy by the hair and arm
and dragged him across the ring to his corner where a dazed looking Patriot stood
on the ring apron. He struggled to pull
Wrestledaddy up to his feet, but finally managed it and then backed him into
the corner. As soon as he did, Patriot
wrapped the tag team rope around the neck, held on the end and then stepped off
the ring apron. This pulled the tag rope
tight across the neck cutting off the oxygen.
Choirboy immediately began a count out. At four, Patriot dropped the rope and landed
on the grass. As soon as the rope was
released, Spike charged from the opposite corner. Approaching Wrestledaddy, he bent forward and
leaped driving his head into the midsection like a guided missile. Wrestledaddy oomphed as the little air he had
was forced from his lungs and he bent over the
crouched form of Spike.
Spike stood suddenly forcing the upper body of Wrestledaddy
to fling backward into the turnbuckle.
As soon as his head hit the upper padding, Patriot wrapped the tag rope
around the throat and he and Spike repeated the series of moves. This was done four times before Choirboy
finally physically stopped Spike from launching his missile attack.
“Okay enough, allow the man out of the corner,” he said
holding Spike back.
As Choirboy was stopping Spike, Patriot had climbed back to
the ring apron, took the tag rope and this time he threaded it through the
straps on the singlet and tied it back to the rope. When Wrestledaddy tried to stagger out of the
corner, he was held in place by the rope.
Patriot then walked halfway to a neutral corner so that
Choirboy could see that he wasn’t interfering.
Spike came in with a series of kicks, forearms, and knees, always
staying below the four count. The last
time he delivered a series of punches directly to the balls. After admonishing
Spike for the low blows, Choirboy turned back to the corner. Seeing that Wrestledaddy wasn’t moving out of
the corner and was starting to sag but not fall to the ring floor he decided to
investigate.
When he saw the rope, he ordered Patriot to one neutral
corner and Spike to the other with a threat of disqualification if they so much
as moved before he told them to. He went
to the corner and freed Wrestledaddy from the rope. Wrestledaddy stumbled out of the corner and
collapsed to his knees on the mat when his knee buckled.
Once he saw that Wrestledaddy was free from the corner and
back into the middle of the ring, Spike approached, did a roundhouse kick to
the back of the head forcing
Wrestledaddy to the mat. Spike then
repeated his move of earlier and locked on a twister, making sure that he got
pressure to the right
Knee. Choirboy asked for a submission but Wrestledaddy
nodded no. After cranking the hold for a minute, Spike released one hand and then
began to molest the bigger wrestler. He would stroke the pec, twist and gently pinch the nipple and occasionally even run his hand under
the singlet to give a jerk or two to the cock.
Despite the pain, Wrestledaddy was beginning to respond to
the stimuli. Knowing that Wrestledaddy
was into leather and BDSM, Spike knew that pain wasn’t always a deterrent to
pleasure. Spike would alternate
between the nipples, stroking the chest and jerking on the cock. Very shortly Wrestledaddy was hard. Sensing that Wrestledaddy was getting close
to ejaculating when he felt some precum leaking out, Spike disengaged his legs and slammed his
thigh up into the balls. Being in this sensual state made Wrestledaddy more sensitive to the
explosion of pain in his balls.
Spike released the hold, sat Wrestledaddy up and then
locked his legs around the arms placing Wrestledaddy in a sitting full nelson
but with the legs instead of the arms.
Due to the more powerful quads, he was able to push the head down more.
When Choirboy asked about a submission, Wrestledaddy nodded
yes.
“Looks like he is submitting,” Choirboy said as he asked
Spike to release the hold.
“Bullshit, I didn’t hear an ‘I Quit’,” Spike replied
“True, true,” Choirboy said. He then said to Wrestledaddy, “It has to be a
verbal I quit.”
Wrestledaddy mumbled
and groaned as he couldn’t say anything.
“Hey, wrestlepussy, I’ll accept a submission if you agree
to be my complete slave for the next 5 days.”
Wrestledaddy shook his head no. He may be hurting but he wasn’t willing to go
that far.
Spike just smiled and released the hold. He then pulled Wrestledaddy to his feet,
backed him into the ring ropes and twisted his arms in the ropes while ignoring the ref.
Once he was tied up, the ref managed to get between the two
and pushed Spike back. Patriot
immediately came over and with his left hand
reached between the legs from behind and locked on a ball claw, while with his
other hand he began to play with the nipples.
He applied pressure with the ball claw in a sensual manner as opposed to
a torture. Spike kept the ref occupied
until he saw that Wrestledaddy was rock hard under his singlet.
Patriot then disentangled Wrestledaddy from the ropes and
watched him drop to the mat. Spike then
walked around Choirboy, pulled Wrestledaddy to the middle of the ring and
locked on a figure four leglock. He made
sure to place his foot in the crotch so that he could massage between locking
down on the knee –pleasure and pain.
Choirboy then asked him if he wanted to submit and he
nodded yes. “Are you accepting his
condition?”
Wrestledaddy again nodded yes.
“Sorry daddypussy, that offer is off the table,” was Spikes
response and then he bore down on the leglock.
Once he had Wrestledaddy writhing
around he released the hold. He then sat
on the upper thighs and began to gently stroke and massage the cock and balls
until his opponent was moaning in desire.
“The new offer is complete slavery for the next five days,
AND…come back to the frat house for the next 4 weeks. Bully could use a fellow slave.”
Wrestledaddy looked out at Bully, shivered a little, moaned
at the pleasure he was receiving, but nodded no. He just couldn’t do that.
“Okay,” more fun for me,” Spike leered. Wrestledaddy began nodding yes when he heard
the tone of voice.
“Aahh, too bad the offer has expired again.”
Spike then tagged in Patriot. After entering the ring, he and Spike pulled
Wrestledaddy to his feet and Patriot locked on a bearhug as Spike exited the
ring.
He didn’t keep the hold on long as he knew that
Wrestledaddy could probably resist him for a long while. Instead, he leaned back picking Wrestledaddy
up into the air and then dropped him down onto
his extended knee.
Once again, the pain exploded from his nuts, but more so
than before as they had been tenderized.
Wrestledaddy was allowed to drop to the mat. Patriot then grabbed the wrists, pulled back
and up and placed his leg in the middle of the back. He locked on the surfboard and pulled as hard
as he could. After only a few seconds
the moans increased from Wrestledaddy and he nodded yes vigorously
Choirboy just looked up to
Patriot who smiled. “Okay, maybe
it’s time to end this.” He looked over
at Spike who nodded yes. Patriot dropped
the surfboard and pulled Wrestledaddy to his feet, a difficult task, and backed
him into his corner. His hands were
thrown over the top rope.
Spike reached around and grabbed a nipple in each hand and
began to manipulate them. He also began
to nuzzle the neck, lick at the ear and nibble on the earlobe.
Meanwhile Patriot began massaging the balls and jerking on the cock.
While this was double teaming and, in the corner, the
Choirboy knew that if he broke it up, it wouldn’t be good for
Wrestledaddy. Besides he was enjoying
himself. He had reffed a clean match so
he was happy.
As Wrestledaddy responded to the manipulations, his cock
achieved full erection in the singlet and he began to thrust back.
Spike said, loud enough to be heard, “Okay the terms are
now 5 days of complete slavery, 4 months of frat slavery and agreeing to be the
frat servant and whore during spring break down in Cancun.”
Wrestledaddy immediately began to nod yes. Anything to just get this over with. Spike reached up with his hand, slid his
finger under the clasp holding the ball gag in and pressed the hidden quick
release button. As he did so he looked
over at Choirboy and Choirboy just winked.
Choirboy owned several of these ball gags and knew exactly how to
activate the emergency quick release. He
had just chosen not to. Both Spike and
Patriot continued their manipulations and Wrestledaddy felt he was getting
close.
“Push it out and scream ‘I accept and I quit’. And don’t back out OR ELSE.”
Wrestledaddy pushed the ball gag out and screamed “Yes,
Yes, I accept and I quit.”
Choirboy rang the bell and declared Spike and Patriot the
winners.
Spike and Patriot did not let up.
“Okay guys you won, let him go.”
Both guys said “Nope” at the same time.
“Come on, you won. Don’t make me disqualify you after all that.”
“Nothing to disqualify.
He agreed to become our slave and the match is over so that is what he
is.”
“Okay, good point.”
With that Choirboy dropped to the mat and rolled under the ring
ropes. As he walked away, he yelled,
“Good match boys. Much Respect. Let me know if you need some help with him.
” He grabbed Kyle’s leash as he walked
by without even slowing down.
They ignored him as they continued to bring Wrestledaddy to
the edge and then back off.
“Please guys, just let me cum oh god please.”
Spike nodded at Patriotic who increased the jerking. When
he felt that an ejaculation was imminent, he released the cock, pulled his hand
back, made a fist and slammed it as hard as he could into the balls. Instead of cumming, Wrestledaddy screamed,
dropped to his knees, and cradled his nuts and his now soft cock.
“You have to earn the right to cum”, Spike gloated.
Patriot and Spike pulled Wrestledaddy from the ring and
walked over to Bully.
“Thank Bully for gagging you so that we could have fun.”
Wrestledaddy looked like he wanted to object, but just didn’t
have it in him at this time.
“Thank you Bully…” he began before he felt a very hard slap
to the nuts.
“That’s Mister Bully to you,” Spike demanded with a great
deal of venom in his voice.
“Thanks Mister Bully..” Wrestledaddy said before he got another
slap to the balls. “Come on, you should
know how this is done,” Spike said. He
looked at Wrestledaddy and then at the ground.
Wrestledaddy sighed,
dropped to his knees, leaned over, and kissed each of Bully’s boots before
saying “Thank you Mister bully for gagging me so that Master Spike and Master
Patriot could have fun abusing me.” As he said this, he felt a stirring in his
aching balls. Spike was impressed with
the response.
Looking at Patriot, Spike said “See. He is trainable.”
The four then started back to Spike’s cabin but were
summoned back to the tent, where the two guys who had waylaid Wrestledaddy for
Spike the day before were waiting.
“We have a problem Spike,” one said.
“Oh, What’s that.”
“Well, Wrestlepussy here had already promised us the rest
of the week. And we aren’t willing to
share.”
“Hmm, that is a problem.
You didn’t tell me you had other commitments. Bad boy,” Spike said and he slapped
Wrestledaddy in the nuts. Again,
Wrestledaddy felt more pleasure than pain.
“Since you caused the problem by promising something you
can’t deliver how are you going to solve it?” Spike asked Wrestledaddy while
manipulating and gently stretching his balls.
Wrestledaddy looked at the two men and at Spike. “Sir, I’ll serve you this week and the other
times as promised, and I will give these two another 5 days later at their
choice, Sirs.”
“Make it 7 days and we have a deal.”
“Sir, yes sir that is acceptable.” As he said this Wrestledaddy noted an
increased tingling in his groin. He was
going to have to seriously look at this top/bottom thing and figure out where
he really stood.
Agreements were made all around and everyone went on with
their day. Well except for Wrestledaddy
–he went on with Master Spike’s, Master
Patriot’s and Bully’s day. Instead of the
cabin, they headed for the dungeon.
In the crowd Dan turned to Chad and Brice. “Damn, Mast… err. Spike really is devious and
tough as nails.”
Chad and Brice just laughed as they turned to check out the
next match.
Upon reaching the cabin’s front porch, Spike turned to
Wrestledaddy and said “strip.”
Wrestledaddy peeled off his singlet and his jock. His cock sprang out. While it wasn’t erect it was definitely heading fuller than soft.
As he started to remove his boots, Spike said “Leave those
on.”
There was a moment of silence before Wrestledaddy realized
that Spike was giving him an evil look.
“Uhh, thank you sir.”
“For what?”
“For allowing me to keep my boots on and for taking charge
of me.”
“I would say, you’re welcome, but I’m not so sure you are
going to feel that way.” He then snapped
his fingers and pointed downward.
Wrestledaddy dropped to his knees.
Bully was watching and enjoying this but he was careful to keep a
neutral expression on his face. He never
knew when something might set Master Spike off.
Spike and Bully then walked into the dungeon while
Wrestledaddy crawled in on his knees. Entering
into the
darkened place, Spike headed over to the slings with the other two dutifully following
along. Arriving at the area set aside
for slings, he noted that they were all occupied.
Spike walked over to one of the bigger dudes in the place
who had a guy in the sling. Spike just
walked up to him, reached up and grabbed him by the chin and pulled his face
down so that they were staring eye to eye.
No words were spoken but the big guy gulped and said “I’ll
have slutboy out of here in a second.”
He turned and began to release a protesting slutboy from the sling.
“But I’m not done yet…”
The big guy looked over at Spike, who simply raised an
eyebrow, and turned back to slutboy.
“Yeah you are for now. I’ll take
you over to the cumdump competition.”
Slutboy smiled and said, “Okay then, that’ll do. But we have to come back. I have an itch that needs to be
scratched.” Spike just laughed and
rolled his eyes. If slutboy weren’t so
willing, he might be fun to play with.
When Wrestledaddy heard
the name slutboy, he looked up to see that indeed it was his “boy” and friend,
BJ, in the sling.
He just rolled his eyes and smirked.
The slut was insatiable after all. After
slutboy was released from the sling, he stood up rolling his
shoulders. He was, of course, naked and
his 9 ½” cock was rock hard and pointing upward. He stood at 6’ tall and weighed around 200
pounds. He has nice muscular pecs, a
washboard abs, and an ass to die for. He
very much looked the role of an Alpha, which, in real life he was. But at the campground he was a total bottom
slut. He had yet to find something he wouldn’t
try at least once.
BJ looked
down at Wrestledaddy on his hands and knees in front of Spike and said, “Damn,
if you’re down there, I must have missed something major.”
Spike just
laughed and said “Oh yeah. I’m sure one
of those voyeurs out there videoed it on
their phone. You should take a look at
it and get a new perspective on your buddy here.”
“I’ll have
to do that later, but first Quinn here promised to take me over to the cumpdump
competition. Can’t miss that.” With that he and Quinn turned and rushed out
of the dungeon.
Spike just
smiled and shook his head. Slutboy was
one of the most popular people here.
Spike got Wrestledaddy up into
the sling. His wrists were cuffed
upward along the leather straps holding the sling up. His ankles
were cuffed to the other straps. He was
now exposed and available. Once he was
in position, Spike turned and nodded at one of the dungeon attendants. Suddenly a spotlight lit up the area. Wrestledaddy was now on full display and the
most obvious one in the room. All eyes
turned in that direction. Wrestledaddy
actually blushed.
Spike stepped up between the legs. He took his right finger and began to run it
around the edge of Wrestledaddy’s asshole.
The cock in front of him immediately responded and grew to full
thickness. Without saying a word, Spike
then began to gently stroke the cock, especially the head.
“Oh, Shit, Oh Shit, that feels so damned good,”
Wrestledaddy croaked. Spike nodded at
Bully, who then reached out and began to massage and play with the nipples.
Wrestledaddy’s whimpers and moans of pleasure increased in
intensity. This continued for about five
minutes, with Spike keeping him just on the edge.
“Ask me nicely and I’ll let you come,” Spike said.
“Oh, Master Spike, sir, please allow me to come, please
sir, please.” By the end the pleading
and desperation in Wrestledaddy’s voice was obvious. Spike just looked up at Bully and nodded.
Suddenly Wrestledaddy screamed, “Ahh, Oh Shit, no.” Many expected to see him shooting off instead
they saw his cock go limp. For as soon
as Spike had nodded, Bully had squeezed his fingernails into the tits and
yanked upward on them causing pure pain.
At the same time, Spike has slammed a bag of dry ice against his balls
and cock. The shock of the pain and the
cold of the ice caused pain and not pleasure and his ardor instantly cooled,
along with his cock.
“Why,” he gurgled almost in tears.
“I said ask nicely and that wasn’t anywhere nice
enough. So, let’s try again.”
Bully began to gently massaged the tits, and Spike removed
the bag of ice and began to stroke the cock and the balls again. Wrestledaddy wasn’t responding quite as
quickly as before, so Spike bent down, blew on the ass hole and then began to
rim him. Realizing what was happening,
Wrestledaddy’s cock immediately blossomed back into full bloom.
Once his cock was up again, Spike stood and began to stroke
alternating between slow and soft and hard and quick. He quickly had Wrestledaddy near to
cumming. He was moaning and twisting in
the sling and trying to jerk his hips upward.
“Okay, let’s try this again. Would you like to cum.”
“Oh yes, please sir, please Master Spike, no God
Spike. Please allow this lowly slave to
cum, please.” The last please was the
most pathetic sound that many people had ever heard.
Spike slowed the stroking down to slow and gentle, forcing
Wrestledaddy to moan and get harder. Looking up at Bully he nodded again.
With a look of pure glee on his face, Bully again used his
fingernails to pinch and then yanked the tits up from the chest. At the same time Spike slammed his fist, full
strength into Wrestledaddy’s balls.
Wrestledaddy again screamed and whimpered as his cock deflated without
coming.
Spike threw a key to Bully and said, get ready. Bully took the key and opened the lock and
released his cock and removed his Prince Albert. He then reached down and released the end of
the sling holding Wrestledaddy’s head in place.
This dropped his neck down and Bully presented his cock.
“Open up dipshit.
Maybe if you can please Bully there, I’ll let you come.” Hearing this, Wrestledaddy opened his mouth
as wide as he could. Even though Bully
was very well hung, at this point he would do anything to get to cum.
Bully began to work his cock in, “watch the teeth
asshole,” he yelled. Wrestledaddy tried his best. While he was concentrating on trying to
swallow Bully’s massive sword, Wrestledaddy was aware of a sharp pain in his
right ball and then the left. The pain
was intense but quick. He then felt his
cock being manipulated.
While some part of his
mind was curious he quickly forgot that as Bully achieved full
penetration. At the same time,
Wrestledaddy could feel Spike’s cock enter his ass. Very quickly Spike and Bully got into a
rhythm rocking Wrestledaddy back and forth in perfect rhythm as he was
spitroasted.
Wrestledaddy felt his cock start to harden, then felt a
sharp pain in his cock, forcing it to deflate. This sequence repeated itself for close to 10
minutes before suddenly Spike and Bully both slammed into Wrestledaddy and
began making pleasurable sex sounds.
Each knew that both were blowing a load.
As his ejaculation subsided, Bully looked down
Wrestledaddy’s body at Spike and said, “Thank you Master Spike. That was amazing. I am very honored that you allowed me the
pleasure.”
“You are welcome, Bully, but don’t forget your place.”
“Never Master Spike, never.”
Bully then slid his cock out of Wrestledaddy’s mouth. Drool was hanging from the lips. Wrestledaddy was whining because he had not
been able to cum. Bully reached down,
grabbed a handful of hair and pulled the head back up before raising the head
rest on the sling. Bully then reached
for the lock to reattach his cock to his belly button.
Spike looked over as he pulled his cock out the ass and
said, “If you want you can leave it free for now. But you can’t touch.”
Bully looked and then proceeded to lock the cock back up.
Wrestledaddy looked down his sweat soaked body and then
screamed, “No, goddamn it you little mother fucking bastard, NO!.” He screamed for he saw that his cock was now encased in a metal chastity device which had dull raised
spikes on the inside so that every time he tried to get hard his hardening cock
was hit the spikes and the pain would deflate him.
Spike slapped him in the balls, grabbed them, squeezed and
the pulled downward hard. “Be careful
you little shit or it may be 5 weeks before you get out of that thing.”
“Please no, I’m sorry sir.
It’s just I need to cum so badly, please I’m sorry, I’m sorry, please
sir,” as he continued to beg Spike
released the balls. He walked around to
the head of the sling, reached down, kissed Wrestledaddy full on the lips and
then released the head rest, dropping the head back down.
He looked around at the crowd and said, “two holes open,
first come first served.” As the men
crowded around, Spike and Bully went to the bar for a couple of drinks.
Later that
evening
Chad and Brice were sitting in chairs on the front porch of
their cabin. Dan was sitting naked on the porch not as bothered by it as he had
been. Chad and Brice had made the
decision to get Dan to the point were being naked didn’t really bother him at
all. While it was fun seeing him squirm
and being embarrassed, they had decided that this was a possible long-term
relationship and wanted to make it easier for him. The fans at the Redneck weren’t going to like
that but oh well.
Spike walked out from his cabin, and walked over. He was wearing a tight jockstrap and nothing
else. He was covered in a nice sheen of
sweat. Dan couldn’t help but notice what
a hot ass he had. He also noted the man
smells emanating off of him and started to get
an erection.
“So, how are things going over there?”
“Well, Patriot and I are very happy and well cared for,
Bully is happy to be getting some action for himself and I think Wrestledaddy is miserable, so
all in all, I think it is going fabulously. Or not, but I don’t care. He signed up for this so he “gets what he
asked for. But it looks like Dan’s
enjoying himself so there is some improvement in that.”
As Chad and Brice looked over at Dan’s enlarging cock, he
blushed a scarlet red. He wasn’t sure
why.
Spike just laughed “Or maybe not.”
Wow hot story! Too bad for Wrestledaddy but great for the frat boy that get a new slave! and also Bully since he now has a hole to use. I like the subtle threat to cumface that he might get more into bdsm if he pisses off Chad...part of me secretly hopes he suffers more or finds a way to "accidently" piss of his protectors. I would love to see how Samson and the biker gang tear him apart
ReplyDeleteAnother fantastic Campground story! Thanks Mangler!
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