The Campground Matches: Spike and the Patriot vs Wrestledaddy

 

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.”