The Campground: Samson vs Butch

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The Campground:

Samson vs Butch

By

The Mangler 

“What the fuck is your problem?” Samson screamed.      

“You are my problem, jackass,” Butch replied.

The two were standing nose to nose in the middle of the Campground wrestling area.  They were surrounded by a large collection of men in various stages of undress, men in leather from a simple cockring all the way up to full leather coverage, men in rubber suits, skinheads in their kits, men in preppy clothes, and men in nothing.  There were also several members of the Demons, a local motorcycle club which Butch belonged to.

One of the matches had just finished, and the crowd was waiting for the next match to start.  The tension between Samson and Butch had apparently reached the explosion point.  It had been building for several months but was exacerbated when Skull had lost to Dan at the Redneck Arena.   Many thought a fight was going to occur here and now.

Butch was about 5’11” tall, and weighed in at 200 pounds.  He was well built, but not overly muscled.  He had a bit of a gut, because he liked his alcohol.  He was dressed in jeans with chaps over them and a leather vest over a t-shirt.  He had multiple tattoos over his body.  He had long hair pulled back into a ponytail. He had several piercings in his left ear.

Samson stood 6' 2" tall and weighed in at 240 pounds.  He had rugged good looks (some say classic) and short brown hair.  He was muscled and had tight ridged abs.  His chest was covered with a light covering of hair which ran down to his abs and then ran in a tight line down into his jockstrap.  His right tit had a shield piercing in place with the nipple poking through the middle of it with a small barbell piercing in place.   He was wearing a black jockstrap, leather chaps and a leather vest. He was holding a leash which was attached to the collar of Skull, also a member of the Demons.

Fireplug was the best description for the solid looking muscle monster called Skull.  He was hairless from the top of his head to the toes of his feet.  (And if you could see it all, that was true everywhere.)  He had several tattoos across his body.  On his right bicep was a "Born to Destroy" tat just below his trademark Skull tattoo.  On the left bicep was a curled snake with the head extending onto the pec and the jaws open around the tit.  On his right pec was another dark Skull with bright red eyes.  Across the upper back and shoulders, similar to a name stripe on a jersey, was the word DESTROYER with red blood dripping down from the base of each letter.  He was wearing a pair of short tight leather shorts and black boots.  He had recently been defeated in a match by Dan, also known as cumface, who many considered a jobber.

“So how the hell am I your problem?  What the fuck did I ever do to you?” Samson asked.

“It’s not what you did to me individually, it’s what you did to the Demons.  After defeating Skull, by cheating of course, you have gone out of your way to humiliate him and the gang.”

“And how the fuck have I done that?”

“Look at him, standing there wearing a damn collar like a fucking dog while you lead him around by a leash.  Having him call you Sir.  And doing it publicly and in front of our rivals.  And because he has to spend so much time with you, he can’t train like he should and he let that pussyassed cumface defeat him. Not to mention using him like a fucking on-call cocksucker.  Every goddamned chance you get, you’re trying to humiliate him.  And showing up at biker functions with him on a leash.  You aren’t a member of the Demons and never will be.” 

“Never said I was a member.  As for cumface, Skull just took it for granted that he could beat the pussy.  As for my leading him around, that’s what happens when you lose, not once but twice.  And I beat him fair and square both times.  What the fuck do you think would have happened if he had won?”

“Then you would be the one wearing the collar and the leash, which is the way it should be.  You are a fucking piece of scum who got lucky and now you are lording it over everyone else like you are some goddamned Master or something.  You are nothing and should be treated like nothing or actually less than nothing.  Skull deserves so much better than you and the way you are treating him.”

Skull just stood there as the conversation raged on, as did the other members of the Demons.  They all knew that this was a long time coming and that this was something personal between Butch and Samson, although no one knew what that was all about, including Samson, but they were now beginning to get a hint.

Tank, the leader of the Demons, thought about intervening, but decided this would be the best place to let the two of them work it out.  Leather week at the campground was a free-for-all type experience where all sorts of things went on.  If the two of them could solve the issue here, then the gang could quit hearing Butch bitch and moan, hopefully.  Also, they didn’t have to worry about the law here.  The attendees would make sure that things didn’t get too far out of hand.  But at leather week that was pretty far indeed.

Samson just laughed.  “You are obviously delusional, fuckwad. You lose you pay the price until you win.  But why don’t we just settle this “problem” between us here and now.  Me and you in the ring for a stakes match.”

Butch just sneered and yelled, “Fine by me you fucking pussy. I can’t wait to get my fucking hands on you and show you your true place in life.”

As it appeared as if the match was about to start immediately, Tank stepped up and pushed the two men apart.  “Okay, there’s the ring and after the next match finishes you two can get in it, but not here and now.  What are the stakes you guys are proposing?”

Butch looked at Samson with a smirk on his face.   “If I beat pussy boy there, he becomes the property of the Demons for six months.  No limits.”

Tank looked at Butch and then over at Samson and said “Some limits but not many.  Mainly no major body damage. Otherwise, free reign.  And you know that the Demons ain’t easy on its property, human or otherwise.”

Samson looked at Butch and at Tank and finally at Skull.  He noticed that Skull was developing fullness in his crotch as he looked at Samson and just shrugged his shoulders.

“What, not so sure of yourself now are you,” Butch taunted.

Looking straight at Butch Samson said, “Okay, I’ll accept those terms.  And if I win,…….. Butch here is expelled from the Demons and leaves the area permanently.”

There was a large gasp from many in the crowd.  It was no secret that the Demons were the only family that Butch had every known and there was nothing or no one he was more loyal too.  Butch just looked a little stunned.  He had not expected that.

“Do you accept?” Tank asked with some anxiety in his voice.  If Butch said no, it would reflect badly on the Demons and if he said yes and lost then Tank knew Butch would be devastated.

As the crowd was getting a little restless as Butch just stared at Samson, Samson parroted Butch’s line back to him “What, not so sure of yourself now are you.”

Butch immediately stated, “With pleasure.  Destroying this asshole would be a major pleasure.”

“Okay, then after the next match, you two are up.  I’ll see about finding someone to ref this match.”  Tank said.   Under his breath he murmured “if there is anyone stupid enough to want to do this.” 

The two combatants stared at each other and then turned to leave.  Most members of the Demons left with Butch, but Skull and a few others left with Samson. 

Tank hoped that the outcome of this match would reunite the gang.  He turned to leave when his eyes settled on someone in the crowd.  He smiled as he knew he had just found his ref.

He walked over and said “Angel.”  The guy was about 5’11” tall, was bald, had a small ring through his septum and several piercings in his ears.  He was shirtless and had a skinny but in shape body with multiple tattoos.  He was wearing a pair of jeans that were mostly white but with jeans colored splotches.  He was wearing a pair of braces (or suspenders) and had on a pair of Doc Martens.  

Angel was obviously here with the gay skinhead contingent.  In fact, he was the de facto leader.  They tended to stay among themselves at this event.  They had their own area staked out and you didn’t go there without being invited, unless you were extremely brave, and/or stupid.  In many ways there were more extreme that most of the other attendees.  There were some rumors that some of their “slaves” weren’t there voluntarily, but that had never been proven.  But you didn’t want to get on their bad sides without some backup.

“Tank,” was the only reply.

“Well, you heard the challenge.  You interested in referring the match?”

Angel just looked at Tank, tilted his head, and then asked, “Why me?”

“First off, you couldn’t give a fuck who won so you could be impartial.  It would be hard to find anyone else here that I could comfortably say that about.   Secondly, you enjoy a little violence and would definitely get off on the action.  Plus, since it would be two leather bikers beating the shit out of each other, you would probable get a major hard on.”

“True, true and true.  But technically Samson isn’t a biker.”

“Yeah, he is.  He is just a free lancer for now.”

“Okay, but what’s in it for me or my boys?  We don’t have a dog in this fight.”

“I’ll find you someone who enjoys water sports for the rest of the week.  I know how you guys like your portable human urinals.”

“Well, we already have several, but another one wouldn’t hurt.  But he has to be muscular, and preferably not really into watersport, and I’ll do it.  I suppose you want Butch to win.”

“Yes, but I want him to win by his own actions.  So, I’m not expecting you to pull anything.  Just ref like you want to.  And I promise the guy will be muscular and not overly fond of piss play.”

Angel smiled, wandering who had pissed Tank off.  “Be careful what you wish for.” 

Seeing the look on Tank’s face, Angel laughed and said, “but I think I am going to play this one straight down the line.  There seems to be some major animosity between those two and this should get interesting.”  With that Angel turned and walked off as did Tank.

When it was time for the big match, Angel walked out to the ring to act as ref. He was wearing standard reffing attire, with some alterations.  He was wearing a black and white striped shirt – but the stripes went side to side.  He was wearing black pants – jeans that looked to be sprayed on, and doc marten boots.  He also had braces on – one white, one black. He jumped in the ring and went to the center.

Trying to decide who got to enter the ring first had been one major fucking headache.  Both seemed to be looking for an advantage, and neither trusted the other –rightly so.  The decision was made that both wrestlers would come out at the same time and enter the ring from opposite sides.  They would then be checked for foreign bodies by Angel and then the match would begin.

Back in the tent, Samson looked at who the ref was and had a little twinge of distrust.  He was concerned that there was some collusion going on.  Tank walked over to him and said “no shenanigans from the Demons on this one.  You two settle it.  One way or the other, things need to cool off between you two and the rest of the guys.”

Samson simply nodded.  He knew Tank didn’t particularly like him, but did somewhat respect him.  He actually believed Tank, but wasn’t necessarily sure of other members of the Demons.

Both men came down separate aisles out of the same tent.  Samson was dressed in black square cut trunks, black knee pads and standard black wrestling boots, while Butch was wearing black square cut trunks, black knee pads and standard black wrestling boots.  It looked like a goth convention.  They each slid under the bottom rope on opposite sides of the ring and strode to the middle of the ring where the ref was waiting.

Angel had the microphone in his hand.  As he brought it up to his mouth, there was a large ear-splitting squeal from the mic.  “Sorry cocksuckers.  Okay, you all know this is going to be a hard-fought match.  Now, it could be a no rules bout.  But where’s the fun in that.  We can see that Friday or Saturday night at the bars. Much more fun to impose some arbitrary rules.”  The crowd could just feel the sarcasm rolling off of him.  “So, we are going to play by standard wrestling rules.  You know, five counts, 10 counts outside the ring, no chocking, no fists,  yadda yadda yadda.  I will enforce the rules.” 

He then looked at both wrestlers and said “and if I need some help to enforce them, I have it.”  He then pointed outside the ring where several other skinheads stood.  “However, they will not get involved without my request.”

He then signaled for each wrestler to back up towards a separate corner. Both stopped halfway back to the turnbuckles.  He went to Butch first and checked him for foreign bodies.  Finding none, he then went to check out Samson.  As Angel bent to examine the knee pads and boots, Samson looked down at him.  Seizing his chance, Butch charged across the ring, jumped up and over the ref and slammed a knee into Samson’s chin knocking him backward and into the turnbuckle.  Butch followed him in because of the force of his leap and his knee impacted Samson in the chest before he dropped to the mat.

Angel looked up.  One second he was examining the knee pads and the next second Samson was backing away.  He saw Butch “attached” to Samson as the two slammed into the turnbuckle.  He immediately knew that Butch had taken advantage of the situation and started the match.  Knowing there was no upside to trying to stop the action at this point, he simply signaled for the bell.  It looked like it was going to be a long match.

Not wasting any time, as soon as his feet hit the mat, Butch began driving shoulders into Samson’s midsection.  He continued to do so until Angel almost reached the count of five.  Butch then stepped back and threw both hands up in the air and tried to give Angel his “who me” innocent look.  That was a big mistake.

Once Butch stepped back and raised his hands, Samson braced on the top rope, drew both legs up to his chest and kicked outward.  Both of his feet hit Butch dead center of his solar plexus. The force of the kick actually lifted Butch off his feet and sent him hurling across the ring until he slammed down on his back near his corner.  He felt like he was never going to breathe again.  And if Samson had any say so, he wasn’t.

Samson charged out of his corner, jumped in the air and came down with a knee squarely in Butch’s stomach.  As Samson had jumped from between Butch’s spread legs, while his knee had landed in the stomach, his shin had landed in the lower abs and down into the crotch.  While it wasn’t a direct full blow to the balls, it was still felt and Butch exhaled even more air.

Angel walked over to the action but said nothing.  The ball hit had been an “incidental” one, not a planned act. Well at least not the main planned act. The ref wouldn’t be surprised to know that it had been planned that way.

When the knee had hit him in the stomach, Butch had reflexively tried to sit up.  Taking advantage of that, Samson had grabbed each side of Butch head and stood up, using the head to pull Butch to his feet.  Samson quickly slid his arm between Butch’s legs, picked the wrestler up and then dropped him stomach first onto Samson’s outstretched knee. 

As Butch rolled off the knee, he instinctively knew that he had to do something to protect himself, so he simply rolled under the ropes and dropped to the grass below.  Samson stood and started to follow him out of the ring, but Angel got between him and the ring edge and pushed him back toward the center of the ring.

Butch had risen to his hands and knees and was sucking in as much air as he could.  Suddenly, he slammed back down to the ground as he felt a heavy weight on his back as Samson had side stepped the ref, charged across the ring, grabbed the top rope and leaped over coming down feet first into Butch’s back.  Samson posed for the crowd for one second, then turned, grabbed Butch by his pony tail, yanked him to his feet and threw him back into the ring.

As Samson stood on the apron and tried to re-enter the ring, Angel was in his face. “Keep the damned action in the ring.  You got lots of room here so fucking use it or else.”  As he was screaming this, he was pushing his index finger into Samson’s chest.

“Sure, there Angelcake,” was his reply as he gently tapped Angel on the cheek. He then put one leg between the first and second rope and he stepped into the ring partway.

Seizing his opportunity, Butch quickly, and with as much force as he could get laying on his back, kicked with his right leg slamming the ankle into the second rope.  This had the effect of forcing the rope up between Samson thighs and slamming it into his balls.  With his legs spread the way they were, the hit was direct and painful as hell.  Samson grunted and stopped.

Butch rolled over twice so the he was in front of Samson, and borrowing a page from his opponents’ playbook, drew his feet up to his chest and kicked out.  Because of his sore abs, he didn’t have full force, but Samson still felt the kick as one leg landed on the neck/side of his face, and the other landed on the side of his mid chest.  The force of the blow, knocked Samson back through the ropes and towards the ground.  Samson made the mistake of holding onto the middle rope with his two hands, such that as he arched over, the other side of his chest slammed into the ring edge.  He would have been better off to release the grip and just fall to the ground.  And after slamming his chest into the ring edge, that is just what he did.

In the ring, Butch rolled to his side and then rose to his feet.  While he wanted to pursue his advantage, he knew he was better off taking some time to recover so he stepped back and simply watched.  When Samson pulled himself back to his feet, Butch charged across the ring and did a baseball slide under the bottom rope, slamming both feet into Samson’s chest.  This forced Samson backward and into the first row of the audience.  A couple of the Demon’s sitting there, started to pound on Samson, but only got a couple of blows in before Angel’s skinhead reinforcements made their presence known.  The Demons just backed up.

Off to the side, when Skull saw the other Demon’s getting involved, he took a step in that direction only to be stopped by Tanks’ hand on his bicep.  “Let Angel deal with it.  If he can’t then you can get involved.” Skull stopped.  He didn’t like it but he knew Tank was right.  A full-on war between the Demons wasn’t going to accomplish anything and Samson and Butch had to figure this out for themselves.

Finally recovered somewhat, Butch slid out of the ring trying to take advantage of the situation.  But Angel had anticipated his actions, and was waiting when he hit the grass.  He quickly got in front of Butch.

“Back into the ring sweet cheeks,” he said to Butch as he pointed toward the ring. 

“Fuck you,” Butch replied as he tried to step around Angel.  Angel reached out, grabbed each bicep and pushed Butch backward.  “Into. The. Damned. Ring.” 

Somewhat surprised by the grip strength on his biceps and the tone of Angel’s voice, Butch shrugged, hopped onto the apron and leaped over the top rope and back into the ring.  When his feet hit the mat, he slightly grunted and thought “shouldn’t have done that” as his abs protested.

While Angel was forcing Butch back into the rings, two of the Angel forces were pulling Samson to his feet to get him out of the audience.  Seeing that Angel was occupied, the two looked at each, nodded and smiled.  They each took a wrist of Samson, took one step toward the ring and then yanked on the wrists, propelling Samson toward the ring post where he slammed head first into it.  He dropped to the ground like a sack of potatoes.

Hearing the head hit the ring post, Angel turned toward Samson.  In the background, he saw Tank storming over toward him.  Looking back, he saw the Angel force high fiving.  He turned toward Tank and held his hand up in a stop motion, while with his other hand he pointed toward himself and nodded toward the two Angel Force members.  Tank stopped.

Angel turned toward his two skinhead members.  As he started to walk over to them, he stopped, looked up in the ring at Butch, who appeared to be about to climb out of the ring and said, “You even think about getting out of that ring and this match is over with.  And then you can deal with me and my friends.”

Butch started to reply, then noticed the look in Angels eyes.  It was almost as if they were vacant.  He stepped back into the ring as he backed up with his hands held up.

Angel walked over to his force members.  “Okay, fuckheads.  I said we would not be involved in this match and I goddamned fucking well meant it.  You two shitheads are now on my shit list and you both know that isn’t where you want to be.  Anymore interference in the match by you two or anyone else,” he said for the other Angel force members in attendance, “and I’ll personally bind you and deliver you to the Demons for the rest of the week. WITH NO LIMITS.  Got it?”

The two went a little pale and just nodded yes.  Angel said “good, spread the word, and I’ll see you too later.”  Both went a little paler as Angel headed back to the ring.

Samson had gotten up and was shaking his head.  As Angel passed by, he said “match is back on and that shit won’t happen again.”  Angel then leaped up to the apron and into the ring.  He signaled to Butch that the match could resume.

Butch watched closely as Samson wondered around as Angel began the count.  When he neared ten, Samson quickly rolled into the ring and back out before Butch could get over to his side of the ring.  Samson waited until Angel had counted to 6, then jumped up onto the ring apron, grabbed the top rope and leapt up until he was standing on the top rope.

Butch had started toward Samson as he got onto the apron, but backed off when he saw him leap to the top rope.  Samson looked and just hopped back into the ring.  The two combatants were just staring at each other.  This went on for what seemed like an eternity.  The crowd started to boo.

“Okay, boys.  This isn’t a goddamned fucking first to blink match.  These bloodthirsty cocksuckers want some action, so give them some action before they take things into their own hands” the ref berated.

Samson and Butch approached and then locked in a collar and elbow.  They began pushing and looking for an advantage.  Suddenly, Samson twisted, locked Butch’s head in a side headlock, and hip tossed Butch to the ring floor.  Samson did not release the hold, but he followed Butch down so that both were on the mat.  He then began cranking the hold for all it was worth.   Butch felt like his head was being squished.

Unable to power his way out of it, Butch turned his head into Samson’s chest, opened his mouth and clamped down on Samson’s left tit and areola.  And he clamped hard.  Samson yelped and released the hold, just enough for Butch to slide out of the headlock.

“Son of a damned bitch,” Samson yelled as he got to his feet as he rubbed his chest.  He charged at Butch who had only managed to get to his knees and he looked a little dazed.

However, dazed he was not.  Once Samson was in range, Butch launched himself from his knees, using his head as a missile and driving it deep into Samson’s corded gut.  Samson grunted and bent forward over Butch’s back.  In an amazing show of strength, Butch locked his arms around Samson’s thighs, locked his own hands together on the backside and then stood, lifting Samson into the air before charging toward the corner.

As he neared the corner, he jerked backwards on the thighs and pushed upward with his head.  Samson was flung backward into the turnbuckle with his low back impacting directly onto the top turnbuckle.  Butch then dropped his hold and stepped back.

Samson had thrown his arms over the top rope to steady himself and Butch took advantage of the situation to deliver an NFL quality kickoff kick directly up and into Samson’s groin, squishing his balls to his pubic bone.  Samson dropped like a stone to his ass in the corner with his hands going to his groin.

“Hey, watch the low blows,” Angel yelled as he got into Butch’s face.

“Oops, I was going for the abs and missed,” Butch replied, trying, and not succeeding, to look innocent.

“Bullshit.  I ain’t that damned stupid. Don’t do it again.”

“Ok, but how about this?” Butch replied before he took the flat of his foot, placed in on Samson’s throat and grabbed the top two ropes to give him leverage.  Samson’s hands flew from his balls to his throat to try and relieve the pressure.  Butch kept the foot into place until Butch had counted to 4 and 7/8.

He then removed his foot, stepped back and delivered a boot toe kick into the belly using the belly button as his target.  Samson slumped forward, trying to catch his breath as he had pain radiating from his balls, his back, his abs and being short of air.

Butch reached down, grabbed both ankles, and jerked Samson out of the corner and to the center of the mat. The jerk was so fast that initially Samson’s head jerked back and slammed into the bottom turnbuckle, before falling flat on his back.  Once Butch had him in the center of the ring, he turned Samson over, slammed the right knee into the mat several times, then sat on the lower back, locked the ankles under his pits and applied the perfect Boston Crab.

Samson did not have the clarity or the strength to kick out of the hold.  When Angel went to ask him if he wanted to submit, he did not, Butch would slam his palm into Samson’s nuts.  From the reaction that Samson gave, Butch knew what was happening but couldn’t prove it.

Tiring of the hold, Butch let Samson drop to the mat.  He stood and then dropped a series of leg drops across the upper back before settling down and placing Samson into a camel clutch.

“Come on bitch.  Just accept that this is your natural place in life, being controlled by a real man and give it up. You know you want to.”

“Fuck….you…..asshole,” was the retort.

Butch just laughed and then delivered two forearms across the chest before dropping Samson to the mat.  He grabbed Samson’s arm, stretched it out and stomped and kicked into the bicep.  He then used the arm to pull Samson to his feet.  He slid his hand and then arm between Samson’ legs and then lifted him and gave him a bodyslam.  He delivered two more slams.

He then pulled Samson back to his feet.  Standing with Samsons’ chest to his back, Butch reached up, grabbed the head and bent it forward over his shoulder.  He then charged toward the corner, pulling Samson with him. When he reached the turnbuckle, he ran up the turnbuckles and then flipped backward, propelling Samson into the mat back first with his head, once again, slamming into the mat.  Butch heard a very satisfying grunt.

Butch stood, turned toward the crowd and flexed.  He looked over to where Samsons’ friends were sitting and shouted, “Look at your pussy friend now.  Right where he should be, on his back.”

After strutting around for a few seconds showing off to the crowd, he turned back toward Samson. As he walked over, he debated what to do next.  As he reached down to pull Samson up by his head, Samson suddenly jerked his head upward, slamming his forehead into Butch’s. Butch grunted as tried to step back.  But Samson reached his hand out and grabbed an ankle stopping Butch.  Samson then brought his legs up and over his head and rolled into Butch.  The effect was to drop Butch onto his back.  Samson was also still on his back.

Samson rolled to his side, then to his knees and then up to his feet.  He was still a little groggy but was working on instinct.  Butch began to rise as well.  Once Butch was sitting up, Samson charged across the ring and drove his knee into the side of Butch’s head, dropping him back down to the mat.

Samson pulled Butch to a sitting position, sat behind him, placed his legs around the waist and locked them at the ankles.  He applied a full nelson and put as much power into it as he could as he pushed forward.  Butch was now locked into a full nelson, scissors combination with his head pushed toward his knees.  While this wasn’t a submission hold, it did give Samson time to try and regroup while also impeding Butch’s ability to breath and stretching out his back.

Butch flexed his arms and began to push downward, trying to break Samson’s grip and thus the full nelson.  As Samson felt his grip begin to loosen, he undid his ankles, spread his legs outward in a V shape and then slammed his thighs into Butch’s sides.  This broke Butch’s momentum, so Samson was able to tighten his grip and relock his ankles.

The crowd began to grow restless as there wasn’t much action going on in the ring. Samson quickly released both holds surprising Butch.  He then rolled both wrestlers to the right.  Samson pushed his left leg between Butch’s leg and vined the right leg.  Next, he pulled Butch’s left arm behind Samson’s neck, locked his wrists around Butch’s chin and then flexed.  He had locked Butch into a guillotine and when he flexed, he placed pressure on multiple points all at once.

Butch began to moan and groan as he attempted to break out of the hold.  He wasn’t having any success, until he realized that he was near the ropes.  He managed to slide the two wrestlers on the mat until he was able to grab the bottom rope.  As soon as he grabbed the rope, Angel called for the break.  Samson delayed until Angel began to count, he then released the hold and rolled to his feet.

In the meantime, Butch used his grip on the rope to pull himself under the rope and drop to the grass.  Knowing that he had only a few moments at best, he quickly pulled himself back to his feet.  He looked into the ring and saw Samson approaching toward him. Angel got in front of Samson to stop his momentum, but Samson simply kept pushing forward until he was near the ropes and Angel was backed into the ropes.

Seizing his opportunity, Butch thrust both of his hands between Angel’s feet, locked each one onto Samson’s calves and then fell backward.  The effect was to pull Samson’s feet forward and between Angel’s.  Once he was pulled into Angel on the ropes, Samson had no further way to go, but his legs continued to slide between Angel’s and under the bottom rope.  This caused him to drop backward flat on the mat, slamming his head into the mat.  Samson felt like his head was being used as a basketball.

Once Samson hit the mat, Butch released the left leg, lifted the right leg into the air and then slammed the back of the knee joint into the ring edge.  He did this repeatedly until Angel caused him to break the hold.  He got considerably more time than the usual five count, because Samson slamming into Angel had winded the ref and it took several moments for him to recover.

Releasing the leg, Butch rolled under the ropes back into the ring and then immediately back out.  He grabbed Samson’s legs and pulled him completely out of the ring causing Samson’s upper body to slam onto his back, again striking his head.  Butch rolled Samson to his stomach, lifted up the right leg, placed his own foot on the back of the knee and then slammed the knee into the hard ground.  It was less forgiving that the ring floor.  He did this a total of seven times before breaking.

Angel had exited the ring and managed to push Butch backward.  Butch just raised his hands and slid back into the ring.  Angel went to check that Samson was still conscious, and when satisfied that he was, he began his ten count.  While Angel was busy, Butch had climbed to the top rope and once Angel had backed away to begin his count, he leapt from the rope driving his knee into the back of Samson right knee and upper thigh.  Samson felt as if a bomb had gone off in his knee.

Standing up, Butch reached down, pulled Samson to his feet by a handful of hair, lifted him up into a cross body check, slammed his back into the ring post twice and then pushed him back into the ring.  He hopped onto the apron intending to leap over the rope and onto Samson, but Angel had gotten back into the ring and was between him and Samson.  Angel was a good ref if not a good person, Butch thought.

Instead, Butch stepped between the ropes, grabbed Samson by the hair and pulled him to a semi standing position.  He tucked Samson head under his armpit and dropped backward, delivering a DDT.

 Samson was now definitely disoriented.

Samson was rolled to his back, Butch grabbed his legs and locked on a figure four leg lock being sure to place pressure on the right knee.  He also maneuvered his foot so that it was pressing down into Samson’s balls.  The pain is Samson’s right knee exploded again.  He began to cry out in pain and tried to dislodge the hold but could not do so.  Butch stretched applying as much pressure to the knee and the balls as he could.  Sensing that Samson was probably close to submission, Butch released the hold.

He stood and pulled a resisting Samson to his feet.  It was made more difficult since Samson’s right leg could not hold much weight.  Butch bent the right leg at the knee, grasped one arm around the waist and lifted Samson up.  He then dropped him down, slamming the right knee into Butch’s extended leg.  Even though he did not think it possible, the pain in Samson’s knee increased even more.  When released he slammed into the mat.

Butch grabbed the left ankle, lifted the leg into the air and then kicked three times into Samson’s balls.  Angle made him release the leg and pushed him backward.  Butch backed up without attempting to stop Angel. 

Once Angel turned back toward Samson, Butch simply walked over, grabbed a leg and pulled Samson to the middle of the ring.  He then imitated Samson as he dropped onto the mat and locked on a guillotine hold of his own.  He made sure that the pressure was on the right knee.  However, instead of grabbing under the chin, he grabbed around the mouth and he pulled backward.

“Hands off the mouth, release it,” Angel said.

“Why?  I haven’t covered his nose, so he can still breath,” was Butch’s reply. 

Angel had to concede the point.  Butch then flexed as much as he could.  Samson’s moans could be heard increasing in volume, but he could not submit when Angel asked.  Samson began to tap his right hand to the mat trying to tap out, but verbal submissions were required.

Suddenly, Samson went completely limp as he had passed out from the pain.  Angel made Butch release the hold.  He then lifted Samson’s arm into the air three times and three times it dropped back to the mat.  Angel signaled for the bell and raised Butch’s hand. 

The majority of the crowd roared their approval, especially most of the Demons.  Skull, standing next to Tank, had very conflicted feelings and started to walk toward the ring.  Tank grabbed him by the bicep.

“Don’t get involved,” he admonished.

“But…” Skull started.

“Samson knew what he was getting himself into.  You need to let this play out. If you try and intervene, things within the Demons are going to get out of control.”

Skull knew that Tank was right.  And, if truth be told, his feelings for the Demons were deeper than those for Samson.  But he was still very conflicted.  However, he chose to accept Tank’s advice and stood back.

As Angel raised Butch’s hand to signify his victory, Butch signaled for his friends within the gang to come forward.  Two of the Demons entered the ring with a bag.  While they proceeded to strip Samson and place him in tight bondage with his arms bound behind his back from wrist to elbow, Butch slapped Samson awake and began berating Samson.   

“You are now a fucking piece of property.  And not even a very valuable one at that.  As a matter of fact, probably a worthless one.   I am going to make your next six months miserable, but I’m also going to find some way to also make you useful.  May even send you out to Chad’s for a little training, or not.” 

Once Samson’s hands were secured to chains hanging down from a collar that was applied, Butch stood up and pulled out his cock and proceeded to Skull fuck Samson in the middle of the ring.  When it came time to cum, he pulled out and came all over Samson’s face.  He allowed his two buddies to get off as well.

“The Demon’s cumdump will be one of your roles.”

Butch then reinserted his cock and proceeded to piss in the mouth.  Samson swallowed it all.  “Portable urinal will be another one,” he laughed.  “Hope the hell you can multitask.

While this was going on, Tank walked over to Angel.  “Thanks.”

“I would say don’t worry about it, but I think I’m going to say, you owe me one.”

Tank just laughed, “Yes, one muscular piss adverse urinal.”

Angel looked at him, reached out and caressed his chest, and said “Or you could come over the camp tonight and let us have some fun with you.”

Tank just laughed.  “Fat chance.  You’re going to have to do something more than ref a match if you ever want me.”

Angel looked over at him and said “Well at least I now know that you have some price.  I’ll just have to figure out what it is.”

Tank looked at him and said “Good luck with that.”

“We will discuss it and let you know our offer.  Don’t forget about my urinal.”  Angel then walked away.

Back in the ring, Samson had been rolled to his back, his legs lifted into the air and placed on Butch’s shoulders.  Butch directed his hard cock until it was just inside Samson’s anus.  With one mighty thrust, he shoved the entire cock into Samson in one move.  Samson screamed loudly.  Butch just laughed and he began to give Samson a brutal fucking.  Just as he was about to come, he pulled out and shot his load all over Samson’s abs, chest and face. 

“You haven’t earned my cum inside you yet, cumdump,” Butch yelled as he stood.  He was quickly replaced by another Demon.  In all six of the Demon’s had a go at Samson’s ass.  The crowd stood around the ring and cheered and encouraged them as they savagely fucked Samson.   While Butch invited Skull to join in, Skull just stood by and watched.  He was having very mixed feelings and wasn’t sure how he felt or what he should do.  Tank stood nearby keeping an eye on Skull making sure he didn’t do something stupid.

Samson was then pulled from the ring and drug over to the dungeon as he couldn’t walk well on his right leg.  All the Demons followed, including Skull.  Many were hurling insults and degradation at Samson.  As they were walking, Butch pulled out his cell phone and called one of the Demons who wasn’t at the campground.

“Hey, Snake.  I won my match and now own the worthless piece of shit.  I want you to go over to his place and clean it out.  Sell what you can, donate what you can’t to goodwill and trash the rest of it.  No need to save anything except any important papers that you might find.  You know titles to cars, bikes etc.  It will make it easier to get rid of those if we have those papers.  If you can’t find them, then don’t worry about it.”

Samson looked over at Butch and mumbled “In the lock box in the bedroom closet.”

Butch did a double take and relayed the information to Snake.  He then reached over and bitch slapped Samson across the face.  “Number one, no one gave you permission to talk.  And from now on, you don’t do anything without permission.  Be glad I don’t make you ask permission to take each breath.  Number two, you need to show me a hell of a lot more respect than that.  Any member of the Demons will be referred to as Master.  Other males in the world will be called sir or mister and their last name.  As a sign of proper respect for your superiors, you are forbidden from every using first names again.  How do you know who your superiors are?  It’s simple really.  If they are human, they are your superior.”

Skull started to say something, but Tank put his hand out.  “He lost and he is going to have to pay the price.  You CANNOT interfere or there WILL be hell to pay.   And not just from Butch.  It ain’t going to be easy but you have no choice.  Samson made his bed when he agreed to the match and the terms.”

Skull observed the look on Tank’s face and simply nodded and frowned.

Samson was strapped to the table with his right bicep available.  The   bindings were tight so that he couldn’t move at all.  The ball gag was firmly in place.  Samson could see and feel the hot air from the brazier on his right.  He saw the branding iron being removed from the heat source, and was showed that it was glowing cherry red. The brand was the symbol of the Demons.  He then felt the iron being applied to his right bicep.  The pain was intense but just barely tolerable.  The iron was removed and a salve applied to the brand along with a bandage. He was now marked as the property of the demons.  Later that night a tattoo would be applied which said “property of” above the brand.  When they left the campground, there was going to be no doubt where Samson stood.

After the branding, Samson was repositioned into a sitting position.  He then had a nasal piercing done and a middle-sized ring was inserted. 

Following this he was placed into a sling where he was spit roasted by the demons, including Skull.  Skull knew that he had to participate as a member of the Demons, but didn’t have to like it.  But, he actually did like fucking Samson as it had been a long time since he last did so.  When the Demons were done, Butch locked a tight chastity device on Samson after which Samson was released and returned to one of the cabins the Demons occupied.  He was shackled by his ankle to the wall and given a blanket and a pillow.  As the ball gag was removed, the biker who had escorted him to the cabin said, “Better get some rest.  Going to be a rough week and a rough 6 months slave boy.”  He turned and left.

A few minutes later a light came through the door and Skull walked into the cabin alone.  He was no longer wearing the collar and leash.   He pulled up a stool next to Samson, sat down and simply said “Why?” as he handed him a water bottle.

“Because I lost the match,” was Samson’s reply as he grabbed the water and sucked it down.

Skull gently slapped Samson across the face and said “Don’t be a fucking jackass.  Why did you agree to this match?”

Samson looked at Skull and decided to go with the truth.  “Things weren’t going to get better between Butch and I, and it was causing issues within the Demons, and the options were either deal with it or just walk away.  I wasn’t convinced that just walking away was going to accomplish anything, and I wasn’t sure you would let me just walk away.  And that would have caused even more problems.  Also, I didn’t want to just walk away.”

“I probably wouldn’t have let you.  I just don’t understand what the problem is between you and Butch.”

Samson sighed and looked at Skull like a parent looking at a young child.  “YOU are the problem between Butch and me.”

In a voice very unsure of itself, Skull replied.  “Humiliating me and by extension humiliating the Demons sounds like such a bullshit reason, but as much as the gang means to him it could be true.”

Samson just laughed and then inhaled sharply. He had turned and hit his arm on the wall, irritating the recent brand.

“It isn’t about humiliation per se.  He just doesn’t like seeing you with me, especially in a submissive role.”

Skull looked confused and said “Explain.”

“Butch has feelings for you.  I don’t think he knows what those feelings are or how to deal with them, so I am a convenient target for his frustration.”

“What?  No, he hasn’t shown any interest in me.”

“He has, you just haven’t noticed it and since he is unsure, he hasn’t been very vocal or overt about it.  So, if I had walked away and you had objected, then things would have gotten a lot worse.  So, I decided to put an end to it one on one.”

“What?  You mean you lost on purpose?” Skull asked with surprise and some disgust in his voice.

“Fuck no!!  That was a real fight and I tried to win, but I didn’t, so I will suffer the consequences.”

“Still, that bet.  Doesn’t make sense.  You are in for an extremely miserable six months.”

“Yeah, not looking forward to it, but I’ll survive.  I have before.  And hopefully at the end of this, all things will be settled one way or the other.”

“Maybe I can convince them to take it easy…” Skull started.

“NO!!  This needs to play out as it needs to play out.  If you want to help, then help Butch figure out what the hell he wants in regards to you, me and even life.  And while you are at it, figure out what YOU really want.  Now, go away and accept that for the next six months, I am simply a piece of property to the gang.”

“With anyone else that wouldn’t be a problem and hasn’t been in the past, but with you….”

“Doesn’t matter. I’m not me.  I’m just a ‘fucking worthless slave, a cumdump.’  It is what it is.  Now get the fuck out of here.”

Skull started to speak, but stopped and just stared for a minute. The he reached out and bitch slapped Samson across the face.  “Better learn to show some respect or it really is going to be a rough six months.”

“Yes, Sir, Mr. Skull, Sir.”

Hearing those words, Skull felt like something had died within him. He turned and stormed out of the cabin slamming the door behind him.   

Samson knew that the next six months were going to be physically demanding as well as mentally but he knew he could survive.  He had survived worse.

Early the next morning, Tank walked a very muscular and barely dressed man across the campground to Angel’s tent.  The man looked very uncomfortable, and wished he was almost anywhere else, but he had tried to cross Butch and the Demons and Tank was getting his revenge.  He knew that if he resisted or simply ignored the situation, it would only piss Tank off more and wouldn’t end well for him.

Angel was standing outside the tent as Tank approached.  He looked at the nearly naked man and smiled.  He was very muscular and was pushing the buttons that Angel wanted to push.  The rest of the week was going to be a lot of fun.

“As promised,” Tank said.

“He know what he is in for?” Angel asked.

“Nope.  He just knows that if he doesn’t do as he’s told things are not going to end well for him.”

The muscular man looked decidedly uncomfortable and scared.

“Well, I must say that you delivered.  I consider this to be acceptable payment.”

“Now, about your two companions…” Tank began.

“I promised to take care of that and I did.  Both will be spending a great deal of time in the dungeon the rest of the week, pleasing whoever comes in.  And no, it isn’t something that they will particularly like.  Both of them are tops.”

Tank turned to the muscular man and said “Do as your told and we’re even.  Resist and ….”

The muscular man just nodded.  He didn’t need Tank to complete the sentence.

Angel grabbed the man by the bicep, and turned to move farther into the tents.  The man took one last look at Tank with a pleading look in his eyes.  Tank just laughed, turned and headed back to see what Butch was up to with their recently acquired property.