Dan Vs. Wrestledaddy

 [Horrible case of writer's block, but I was able to churn this one out.  Unfortunately, still having block so not sure when the next one will be out.  Hope you enjoyr.]

Dan vs Wrestledaddy

By

The Mangler

Chad and Brice took their coffee cups and headed for the rockers on the front porch of the cabin.  Dan trailed behind with his diet coke.  All three were naked as they had just gotten out of bed.  As they settled into the chairs, the sun had just cleared the horizon and was shooting various colors throughout the sky.  Even though it was sunrise, the campground was far from quiet and calm.  While the noise was only a dull thrum compared to what it would be, there were men everywhere.  Leather week at the campground was a 24-hour affair although most were winding down for a little while.  Especially entertaining was watching an obviously inebriated guy try to figure out how to get into his tent.

The three men sat on the porch in comfortable silence enjoying the morning.  The door of the next cabin opened and Spike walked out. Spike stood 5’4” tall and weighed 130 well cut and muscled pounds. Although only in his early 20’s he already had thinning hair.  But somehow that made him look just that much sexier.  He was drinking coffee (or at least something in a coffee cup).  He was only wearing a bright neon green jockstrap which emphasized his cock, balls and ass.  And it was a fine ass.

Seeing the three men, Spike nodded and walked in their direction.  He had to avoid a crowd of drunk, staggering men stumbling back to their accommodations.

“Morning, men.  Oh, and you too Cumface,” he said as he waved his cup in their direction.

“Bite me asshole,” was Dan’s low-key reply.

“Now that isn’t nice.  I came over to offer you a gift.”

“Ha, a gift for you maybe.”

Spike put on a face of total rejection.  “I am so hurt.  I came over here to offer you a chance to get your hands on Wrestledaddy in the wrestling ring and this is how you repay me?” 

“Yep it is. And not interested.”

“Oh, come on.  I promised Wrestledaddy if he could beat you in a match, I would give him one hour out of his cage and if not he continues to wear it.”

“And what do I get out of this other than another beating?  And knowing you, an unfair one at that.”

Spike feigned a look of horror.  “Oh, again, I am wounded.  How can you say things like that?”  Both Chad and Brice sniggled so Spike stuck his tongue out at them.

“Because they are true.  Even though I haven’t known you long, I’ve got your number.”

Spike laughed.  “Oh, you think so?”

He stepped up onto the porch while placing his coffee mug on the floor.  He reached over and took Dan’s diet coke from him and placed it on the floor next to the coffee cup.  He then straddled Dan’s lap, sitting cock to cock, chest to chest and face to face.  He reached out with right hand and gently grasped Dan’s left tit.  He began to massage, pinch, and gently fondle it.  As he did so, he leaned forward and gently kissed Dan on the lips.

“If you win, you and I can spend the night together,” he whispered in his most sexy voice.

Dan’s cock began to respond and rise.  It got harder when Spike reached down and began to rub his thumb and index finger over the head of the cock.  Dan shuddered with delight.

“Just you and me, all alone,” Spike began.

“With me in a sling in the dungeon, no doubt,” Dan grunted.

“Nope, just you and me, and a bed.  Unless you want a sling.”  With that he bent over and kissed the right tit and began to tongue it.

Dan inhaled deeply, closed his eyes and leaned back in his chair.  His cock reached full hardness and a thrill ran through him.

Brice and Chad looked at two of them making out and then looked at each other and smirked.

“All night long, just you and me.  I’ll top some, you’ll top some, I’ll bottom some and you’ll bottom some.  We both will have one hell of a good time.  That I can promise.”

When Dan heard that he could top Spike, he opened his eyes and looked down at Spike.  Spike smiled his most beguiling smile.  Dan’s breathing was getting faster, his moaning louder, and his cock had reached its full hardness and began to approach the point of cumming. Precum began leaking out of the mushroom head of his cock. When this happened, Spike slowed down with his ministrations.  He began to stroke the full length of Dan’s cock with variable speed and pressure.  He didn’t want Dan getting any release too soon.

“And if I lose,..” Dan huffed.

“Then you lose.  No negative consequences.”

“Who’s going to ref, someone one-sided no doubt?” Dan asked, remembering his first match when Choirboy was in charge.

Spike backed off the right tit and looked over at Brice and winked.  “Yep, someone one-sided---we will let Brice do it, if he’s willing.”

Dan looked over at Brice, although it was doubtful if he was seeing anything with any clarity at all.

Brice just laughed at the look of near ecstasy on Dan’s face. “Yeah, I’ll do it for you cumface.”

Dan didn’t even bother to respond as Spike had continued his three-prong attack on both tits and the cock.  Spike began to stroke faster and faster.

“Okay, yeah, fine I’ll do   iiiiitttt,” Spike screamed as a particularly intense wave of pleasure took over.

Spike suddenly stopped all his ministrations, stood up and backhanded Dan in the balls.

Dan screamed at the unexpected blow and his ardor cooled.  “What the hell was that for?,” he screamed.

Spike bent over, French kissed Dan and then gently bit the lower lip.  “Don’t want you getting it all right now.  Consider this a preview.  You still have to earn the full deal by beating Wrestledaddy.”  He stood up, grabbed his coffee cup, gently pinched the right tit then turned and walked off the porch.  As he walked by Brice and Chad, he smiled, winked, nodded and saluted them with his cup.  They returned the salute with theirs.

Dan reached down and began stroking his own cock as he was still horny.  He closed his eyes and remembered Spike sitting on his lap, remembered the feel of his tongue on his tit and remembered his hand stroking his dick. He began stroking faster and faster until he began ejaculating all over his abs, pecs and even his face.

Chad began laughing, “You just love cum on your face don’t you cumface.”  Brice joined in laughing.  Dan didn’t really care as he slowly came down from his high.  He took his right hand and rubbed the cum off his face.   He then licked his fingers.  He sighed as he returned to the real world.  He looked over at Chad and Brice laughing and noticed that both had some fullness to their cocks.

“I just fucking got played, didn’t I?” Dan sighed.

Chad responded “Yes and no.  While he definitely manipulated you to get what he wanted, something he is unrivaled in, you also get a shot at a chance to plug that sweet ass.”  As Chad was saying this, he was closely watching that ass as it retreated back toward Spike’s cabin.  “And believe me, speaking from experience, that ass is definitely worth it.”

Bruce chimed in “you definitely got that right.  I’d go for that ass anytime, anywhere.”

Both men then laughed.  Dan took a swig of his diet coke and started to stroke his cock again.  He stood up and turned toward the cabin door.  As he entered, he looked over his shoulder and said “I’m still horny if anyone’s interested.” 

Both Chad and Brice stood and started toward the door.

“Looks like our boy is growing up and figuring out what he wants,” Brice said.

“Yeah, but he still has a lot of growing to do, which we all should be doing in just a few more seconds.”

 

Brice was not averse to playing some mind games himself, just like Spike, so he showed up to the ring wearing the ubiquitous leather ref striped vest.  The remainder of his outfit consisted of a black studded jockstrap, about two sizes too small, and leather boots.  He stood at 5’10” tall and weighed in at 225 pounds.  It was obvious that he worked out but since he owned a gym it was only natural that he did so.  The chorus of catcalls, whistles and lewd suggestions was just what Brice was hoping for.  If he got that sort of reaction from the crowd, he knew he was going to drive Wrestledaddy into a frenzy because Wrestledaddy had a very healthy sexual appetite that involved his cock.  And that had been out of action in its cage for almost 2 ½ days.  He should be about as primed as he could be.  And his distraction should help Dan out.

“Okay you lecherous bums, quite down.  Be good and maybe you can molest the ref after the match.  It looks like that is what he is asking for.”  A huge roar of approval from the crowd was met with a laugh, a double middle finger salute and a vigorous shake of the head “no” from Brice.  However, he did wink at the audience as he shook his head.

“Our first contestant, who is a newbie to the campground, but has already lost his campground wrestling virginity, not to mention several loads in the ring, is none other than the cute and accurately named Cumface.”  Once again the crowd roared.

Dan walked out of the tent and those around the entrance screamed even louder.  He stood 6’2” tall, weighed about 225 pounds and appeared to be in his mid-20’s.  He had Asian characteristics.  The screaming and cheering were because  Dan had decided to embrace the full campground experience. He was wearing a tight red thong, with gold Asian symbols on them, and nothing else.  His cock and balls were very prominent. He modeled his way down to the ring, taking the time to shake his assets and his ass. As he got close to the ring, he noted the Choirboy and Kyle standing at the edge of the aisle.  Choirboy in his vest, chaps and jockstrap and Kyle in his usual heavy bondage.

As Dan walked by, Choirboy reached out and slapped him on the ass, “Cumface,” he said.

Dan turned, placed his right hand behind Choirboy’s head, grabbed a handful of hair, pulled forward and planted a French kiss where his tongue stopped somewhere around Choirboy’s belly button.  His other hand went down and grabbed a handful of nuts which he squeezed with all his strength.  He then turned and walked away.  Choirboy stood there speechless, something very few had ever seen.

He then got a slight smirk, looked at Kyle and said “Oh, that is not going to go unpunished.  In the ring, the locker room, the dungeon or maybe all three.  No one does that to the choirboy.” 

Just from the look in the Choirboys eyes, Kyle felt a blush and a tingle over his entire body.  His cock twitched in its bondage.  He wasn’t sure if it was because he was scared or because he was turned on.

“Damn it to hell,” he thought.   “What the fuck has he done to me?” 

Both of them turned just as Dan climbed into the ring making sure to expose his ass to the maximum benefit.

Brice just looked at him and said “Well done Cumface.  I see you are figuring out the Campground and going all in—or maybe all out would be a better description.  Didn’t think you had it in you.”

“Neither did I and I'm not sure I want to, but here I am.”

“Well, you’re definitely here, all of you in plain sight.”  Brice made as if to check for foreign objects then stepped back and shouted “and just where the hell would you hide anything?”  The crowd clapped and hollered agreeing with Brice.

“I want to hide something up that magnificent ass,” someone screamed.  The crowd around him roared their agreement.  Dan didn’t even blush as he normally would have but simply shook his ass in that direction.

“And now, our next contestant, who is having the opposite problem as he can’t give a load, give it up for ChastityDaddy, errr Wrestledaddy.”

Wrestledaddy was 6’ tall and weighed 250 pounds.  He was in his early 40’s.  His physique could be described as thick but muscular.  It was obvious he worked out, but didn’t work very hard at cutting and overly accenting his musculature.  Occasionally someone made the mistake of taking him as being ‘soft’ but that impression didn’t last long.

Wrestledaddy had chosen to come to the ring, or at least Spike had chosen for him, wearing a bright orange singlet.  It was more of a “sex singlet” than it was a wrestling singlet.  It was very low cut in both the front and the back.  It was also tight enough across the crotch that the outline of the chastity cage was clearly outlined.  He too was wearing nothing else. As he walked to the ring, the crowd taunted him by expressing mock sympathy and concern.  Not a single damned one of them meant it and Wrestledaddy knew it.  Everyone had heard of his fate after losing to Spike and the Patriot and was reveling in the results.

Wrestledaddy was determined to win this match. He had been in chastity for 2 ½ days and Spike, Patriot and Bully had been teasing the hell out of him for that entire time.  He was only thinking about release.  He hopped onto the ring apron and entered between the ropes.

Out of habit, Brice started to walk over to do a check for foreign objects.  He stopped, laughed and just shrugged his shoulders as he looked at the crowd.  There was again nothing to check.

He didn’t even go over the rules.  Everyone knew what they were.  He just nodded to the bell keeper to get the match started.

Dan and Wrestledaddy approached each other and then locked up in a collar and elbow in the middle of the ring.  They pushed and shoved for a short time before Dan grabbed his opponent’s right singlet strap between the collar bone and the nipple.  His other hand went behind Wrestledaddy’s neck and grabbed the left strap.  He pulled his two hands together, trapping Wrestledaddy’s throat in the straps.  He then turned slightly, jutted out his hip and, using the straps for leverage, hip checked Wrestledaddy to the mat.

As Wrestledaddy hit the mat, Dan used the straps to pull him to a sitting position. Dan dropped to his ass behind Wrestledaddy’s back, put both knees into the back and pulled hard on the strap.  This forced Wrestledaddy to bridge upward as the strap dug into his throat, choking him.

Brice walked over to the wrestlers.  “Okay, release the choke.”

“What choke? I just have him in a bridge.”

“Nice try cumface, but drop the straps.”  He then began to count to five.  As he reached four, Dan dropped the straps, but immediately grabbed the chin and continued to pull backward forcing Wrestledaddy to bridge even more.

Brice knew that he should break the hold, but didn’t.

After  some time, Dan dropped the chin and rolled Wrestledaddy to his stomach.  He sat across the back and leaned over chest to back. He slipped each arm under one of Wrestledaddy’s.  He joined his hands behind the neck applying a full nelson.  Dan then sat on the lower back and pulled Wrestledaddy up.  He now had him in a camel clutch, full nelson combo.  He pushed down on the neck while pulling upward on the arms.  Wrestledaddy could feel the hold in his neck, his back and his abs.  Dan settled back for a nice long ride.

“You want to give up, Wrestledaddy,” Brice asked.

“Fuck no, asshole,” was the grunted reply.

The crowd began to get restless as Dan maintained the hold as it wasn’t very exciting.  Knowing that he wasn’t getting a submission, he decided to move on.  He released the hold, dropping Wrestledaddy to the mat.  He stood up and dropped two knee drops into the lower back.  After the second knee drop, Dan stood and began flexing for the crowd and shaking his ass.  When he turned back to Wrestledaddy, who had managed to turn to his back and as Dan approached, he pulled his right leg back and then kicked out, slamming his foot directly into Dan’s balls.

“Oomph,” Dan screamed as he bent slightly forward, grabbed his groin and stumbled backward.

“Watch the fucking low blows,” Brice screamed at Wrestledaddy as he rose slowly to his feet.

“It was an accident,” Wrestledaddy responded.

“Sure, it was,” was Brice’s sarcastic response.

Wrestledaddy stepped around Brice and approached Dan who had stumbled back into the ropes and had his left arm draped over the top rope while his right hand was holding his balls.  He was slightly slumped over.  Suddenly, Wrestledaddy charged across the ring slamming his outstretched right arm across the upper chest in a lariat.  Dan flipped backward over the top rope and down onto the grass around the ring.  As he flipped over the rope, his lower back slammed into the ring edge before he fell face first to the ground.

Wrestledaddy grabbed the top rope with both hands leaped over the rope, landing on Dan’s lower back forcing him farther into the ground around the ring.  While he was a big stocky man, Wrestledaddy was still agile if not as flexible as most of the smaller wrestlers.  He then delivered two kneedrops into the lower back before pulling Dan to his feet by the hair and slinging him back into the ring under the bottom rope.

As Wrestledaddy reentered the ring he was met by Brice. 

“Keep the action in the ring or I will disqualify your ass.”

“Don’t get your damned panties is such a wad.  I got til the count of 10 to work him over so fuck off.”  He pulled Dan to his feet, slipped his arm between the legs and lifted Dan up, dropping him across his knee in a backbreaker.  He lifted him up and repeated the move again and then held Dan over his knee.  He reached out and pushed down on the chest with one hand and on the thigh, near the balls, with the other.

Brice went to ask Dan if he wanted to submit.  When he did, Wrestledaddy grabbed the balls and squeezed hard.  When Dan screamed, Brice moved to check on the groin.  Wrestledaddy’s hand was clearly on the thigh, but Brice knew it wasn’t just a moment ago.  Brice repositioned himself so that he could see Dan’s entire body.  Dan was then rolled off the  knees and onto the mat.

Wrestledaddy grabbed an ankle and pulled Dan into the middle of the ring.  He dropped to the mat and placed Dan into a guillotine and pulled with all his might, trying to pull Dan in half.  Dan screamed.  Wrestledaddy released the pressure somewhat.  He released the chin from his hands, but then tucked the forehead under his axilla to keep the pressure up.  He then took his free hand and began to stroke and caress Dan’s nipples.

When he noticed a reaction from the groin, Wrestledaddy stopped with the caressing and grabbed the nipple and began twisting as hard as he could.  He heard Dan scream and just smiled.  Finally, he was able to stop someone else from having pleasure.

As Wrestledaddy continued to twist the nipple and flex, Dan was able to twist and roll around and was finally able to free his head and arm from around Wrestledaddy’s armpit and neck.  As soon as the arm was free, he was able to twist and slam a fist down into the solar plexus.  After the third such punch, Wrestledaddy had to completely release the hold and rolled away sucking in air as he did so.

While the fists were technically illegal, Brice didn’t even bother to say anything because he knew it would continue until he started a count and Wrestledaddy managed to move away before that could happen.  Both wrestlers were now laying on the mat trying to recover. 

They both managed to get to their feet at about the same time.  They just looked at each other before they began to walk toward the center of the ring.  The next thing anyone knew, Wrestledaddy was flying through the air as he delivered a dropkick to the chest of Dan.  Those who were unfamiliar with him were surprised but they were getting an idea just how agile he was for a man of his stature.

The kick surprised Dan who was pushed backwards into the ropes.  As he rebounded from the ropes, he was met by a big fist to the lower abdomen from Wrestledaddy who had managed to get to his knees.  As Dan doubled over from the fist, Wrestledaddy stood, locked his arm around Dan’s head and drove it into the mat as a picture-perfect bulldog.  He then rolled Dan over and dropped across him for the pin.  Dan kicked out at about 1 ½ count.  Wrestledaddy wasn’t surprised as it was probably too early but he had to take the chance.

Wrestledaddy reached down and pulled Dan to his feet.  He grabbed him by the wrist and whipped him into the ropes.  As he rebounded off the ropes, Dan was met by Wrestledaddy who bent at the waist and lifted and flipped Dan high into the air before he slammed into the mat.

No sooner had he hit the mat, than Wrestledaddy dropped the point of his elbow into Dan’s abdomen. He then sat Dan up and locked on a sleeper hold.  Dan managed to power out of the hold, but it had taken its toll.  He tried to head to the ropes once he was on his feet, but Wrestledaddy grabbed a handful of hair and pulled him back into the middle of the ring.

Brice issued a warning about the hair, so Wrestledaddy released it for about a microsecond before he then grabbed Dan and twisted him into an abdominal stretch.  Once he had him locked in, he grabbed a leg and pulled backward while also pulling back on the upper body.  Dan’s muscles were stretched out, especially his abs.

Wrestledaddy dropped the leg, delivered two full fists into the abs, and then dropped the hold.  Dan dropped to the mat.  As Wrestledaddy approached, Dan kicked his foot upward slamming the top of his foot into Wrestledaddy’s balls.  The blow wasn’t a full on hit but enough to back Wrestledaddy up and cause him to bend slightly.  Dan reached up with each hand and grabbed an ear on each side of Wrestledaddy’s head.  The then jerked downward pulling Wrestledaddy down and slamming his forehead into the mat. 

Not wasting any time, Dan twisted Wrestledaddy until he had him in a guillotine of his own.  As he tried to grab the chin, Wrestledaddy twisted his head trying to avoid him.  Not able to grab the chin, Dan simply grabbed the singlet strap on each side of the neck and pulled.  He was choking and stretching out Wrestledaddy at the same time.

Brice called for the break and began the count when Dan didn’t release the hold.  Just before the ref reached five, Dan dropped the strap, rolled up slightly and delivered a couple of quick fists into the abs at the umbilicus, before finally releasing the stretch.

As Wrestledaddy rolled away, Dan regained his feet and delivered a series of stomps to the lower back before dropping down on the back and grabbing the legs.  There was some resistance but Dan was finally able to lock the legs under his arms and lean back in the perfect Boston crab.  Wrestledaddy grunted as his abs were stretched and his back was bent.  The muscles in his back began to spasm, increasing the discomfort.  To increase the pressure, Dan would bounce up and down periodically.

Although he was in great pain, Wrestledaddy was able to slowly crawl toward the edge of the ring enough to reach out and grab hold of the ropes.

“Make him break, Brice,” he screamed as he grabbed the ropes.

Brice looked over and saw that he had managed to get to the ropes and ordered Dan to break the hold.  Surprising enough, Dan immediately dropped the hold.  He stood up, turned around, reached down and grabbed Wrestledaddy by the ankles.  He stepped back and jerked Wrestledaddy backwards.  As he was still holding onto the ropes, he was lifted into the air, until his grip failed and then he was pulled back toward the middle of the ring while slamming chest first into the mat.

A loud “woof” was heard as the air was expelled.  Dan dropped the ankles, stepped on each side of Wrestledaddy’s back and then squatted down.  He grabbed each of the arms of his opponent and draped them over his thighs, before hooking his hand around the chin and pulling backward.  While Dan had gone from a boston crab to a camel clutch, all Wrestledaddy felt was continued pain in his back. 

Tiring of the camel clutch, Dan raised up and dropped his ass down onto the back of Wrestledaddy.  At the same time, he released the chin lock and bent his knees allowing Wrestledaddy’s arm to slide off.  The total effect was Wrestledaddy slamming face first into the mat with Dan slamming down onto the lower back.  Taking advantage of a momentarily stunned Wrestledaddy, Dan rolled him  to his side, locked his leg around Wrestledaddy’s leg, pulled the opposing arm around his neck and then locked his hands under the chin and jaw applying a twister.  He then flexed, hyperextending Wrestledaddy’s body, while trying to pull the head towards his shoulders.

Wrestledaddy screamed as he felt the move in his weakened back, his legs, his arm and his shoulder.  Deciding to have a little fun, Dan released one hand and reached down and began to gently stroke and twist Wrestledaddy’s nipples, which he knew were directly attached to his cock.  Wrestledaddy began to feel his cock hardening until the cockcage stopped that.  Screaming with frustration and horniness, Wrestledaddy suddenly bent forward with all his strength, breaking the hold and freeing his chin and arm.  As he rolled partially out of the twister, Wrestledaddy drove his elbow down into Dan’s solar plexus eliciting a rather loud grunt.  He repeated the move once more causing Dan to fall to his back and grasping for breath.

Free from the twister, Wrestledaddy rolled to his hands and knees.  His entire body hurt, but he knew that he had to seize the opportunity.  Seeing as he was now perpendicular to Dan’s body, he leaped forward and downward driving his head into the upper abs and lower chest further restricting the flow of air to Dan’s lungs.

He grabbed Dan by the hair, pulled him into a sitting position, placed his legs around Dan’s side and then locked his ankles.  He had him in a side scissors.  He then grabbed Dan by the hair and pulled his head backwards before releasing the hair and locking on a sleeper.  This would give him some time to recover from Dan’s previous holds.

Even though he saw the hair pull, Brice elected not to say anything about it as it was only briefly and was a fairly common maneuver in wrestling.  At first Dan did not have the witherall or fortitude to do much.  But as the hold began to take effect, he realized that if he didn’t act, the curtain was going to fall.  Therefore, Dan leaned forward as far as he could, bringing Wrestledaddy with him.  He then bent his knees and placed his feet flat on the mat.   He then forced himself to quickly flex forward more, then kicked backward as if he was doing a kip up.  Of course, with Wrestledaddy hanging on, Dan wasn’t going to make it to his feet.  But, he did slam Wrestledaddy back and head first down onto the mat, causing the sleeper to loosen and causing Wrestledaddy to unlock his ankles.  However, he didn’t release the sleeper completely until Dan forced his lower body upward and then slammed his lower back and butt into Wrestledaddy’s crotch forcing the cage to slam against the pelvis.  Wrestledaddy screamed and completely released the hold.

Dan rolled off of Wrestledaddy and away from him.  He rolled until he was sitting on his knees.  His abs were going in and out as he grasped for breath.  He kept a wary eye on Wrestledaddy, who was also trying to get breath back in.  Eventually both wrestler’s managed to regain their feet, but neither one was anxious to charge back in.

Slowly circling around each other, they moved in and locked up collar and elbow.  They began to struggle for an advantage.  Trying a risky move, Wrestledaddy lifted his back foot up off the mat and swung it forward. This allowed Dan to push backward causing Wrestledaddy to begin falling backward.  Wrestledaddy quickly brought his leg between Dan’s legs and then hooked it behind Dan’s ankle.  He then flexed, jerked upward and forward forcing Dan back.  Since Dan’s leg was trapped he was unable to step backward and the two wrestlers fell to the mat with Wrestledaddy’s 250 pounds landing full force on Dan.  Dan dropped his hold as his hands and arms fell to his side.

Wrestledaddy sat up, joined both hands together and slammed the combined fist into Dan’s solar plexus, further winding him.  Wrestledaddy stood, delivered two boots into the abs before he bent over and grabbed a fist full of hair.  He then pulled Dan to his feet.  He slipped behind Dan, placed his arm between the legs and then lifted Dan up across his shoulders in a torture rack. He made sure to clamp one hand under the chin, the other on the thigh just above the knee and then flexed, literally trying to bend Dan in half.

Dan screamed as his back felt as it was one fire.  To further increase the pain, Wrestledaddy bounced up and down on his feet.  Whenever he got the opportunity, and Brice was in the right position, he released the thigh and slam his hand up to the V in Dan’s legs, hammering the balls. This would cause Dan’s screams to go up in intensity.  Brice knew what was happening but wasn’t able to “catch” Wrestledaddy, so he could do nothing.

Tiring of this hold, Wrestledaddy, released the chin, placed his hand under the upper back while placing his other hand under the thigh.  Showing his strength, he military pressed Dan upward until he had full extension of his arms.  He turned to show all sides of the ring before he launched Dan forward and down to the mat.  Dan slammed into the mat with the full length of the front of his body.  Wrestledaddy moved quickly and grabbed Dan by the hair again.  He pulled Dan upward until he was on his hands and knees. Wrestledaddy then dropped to the mat in front of Dan, slipped one leg underneath Dan’s arm and chest and brought that leg upward.  He then wrapped the other leg around Dan’s neck, making sure the arm was outside his leg.  He pulled his ankles toward each other.  As he did this, he pulled the one arm out from under Dan, and across the neck.  He then locked his ankles.  He had Dan in the perfect triangle choke.  He tensed his legs and applied pressure.

Dan began to struggle as the arm cut across his carotid and his throat.  He attempted to stand, but was unable to muster the strength or the traction.  He felt himself slipping more and more toward passing out.  As he dropped from his knees to lay flat, he felt the bottom rope on the top of his ankle.  He managed to maneuver his leg onto the bottom rope and just hoped that Brice, who was at his head asking him if he wanted to submit, would see it. He had no ability to point it out.

Fortunately, Brice looked up and saw the foot on the rope and immediately began to count to five as he shouted “break the hold”.  Brice had begun the immediate count because he knew that if he engaged Wrestledaddy in the usual “break the hold, why, because his feet is on the rope”, it would probably be too late for Dan.

At the count of four, Wrestledaddy released the hold and began screaming, “What the fuck??  I had him dead to rights you fucking asshole!”.

Brice responded with “he had his foot over the ropes,” as he advanced on Wrestledaddy so that they were face to face. They argued for a few seconds before Wrestledaddy turned back toward Dan.

Although he was greatly weakened, Dan took advantage of the release of the hold to roll under the bottom rope and drop to the surrounding turf.  He didn’t have much strength to break his fall so he slammed into the turf.

When Wrestledaddy noted that Dan was outside the ring, he made to exit the ring, but Brice got in front of him and pushed him backward telling him to keep it in the ring.  Once again Brice and Wrestledaddy were face to face screaming at each other.  Dan used this opportunity to pull himself up to his feet.

Wrestledaddy finally just pushed by Brice and stalked to the edge of the mat intent on pulling on Dan back into the ring, so he could administer more punishment.   As he bent over and moved his head between the top and second rope, Dan reached out and swept both his hands behind Wrestledaddy’s legs before joining his hands.  He then threw himself backwards, pulling Wrestledaddy’s feet out from under him and under the bottom rope.  This caused Wrestledaddy’s upper body to catapult back into the ring, where his slammed into Brice who had been coming over to prevent Wrestledaddy for exiting the ring.  As he slammed into Brice and then the mat, Wrestledaddy was momentarily stunned.

Brice wasn’t quite as lucky.  The force of Wrestledaddy slamming into him, knocked him backwards where he hit the ropes and fell through them, slamming his head on the ring apron as he went down.  He definitely saw stars.  When he hit the grass, he just lay there and moaned.  A couple of “concerned” fans walked over to check on Brice.  As they asked him, “hey you okay,” “can you continue,” they took every opportunity to squeeze, massage, and stroke various body parts.

Taking advantage of his opportunity, Dan summoned a reserve of strength he was unaware that he had and pulled Wrestledaddy out of the ring.  He got behind him and lifted for an atomic drop, but instead of dropping Wrestledaddy on his knee, he dropped him balls first over a bicycle rack that was near the ring.    When Wrestledaddy hit the turf his hands went to his balls.  Dan knew he had to get an advantage and also take some time to recover.  He grabbed Wrestledaddy’s legs and twisted them around, until he had him in an Indian Death lock.

In this hold, Dan could take some deep breaths and try to get his strength back, while weakening Wrestledaddy’s knees and legs.  Also, the pressure on the legs was communicated into the thighs and the groin.  Wrestledaddy thrashed about but was unable to break the hold.

Finally coming to his senses, Brice pushed the fans away from him and stood up.  He had to adjust his hard cock into a more comfortable position.  He then came around the ring.

“Okay, break the fucking hold and get back into the ring,” Brice commanded.

“Don’t be such a spoil sport, I’m having fun,” was the reply.

But Dan did break the hold and stood up and proceeded to deliver a football kick between his opponent’s legs.

 “Watch the blows,” Brice admonished.

“Oopsie, my bad.  A little muscle spasm,” Dan replied as he smiled, raised his arms and backpedaled until he was felt the ring apron against his back.  He then rolled under the bottom rope and into the ring where he stood and began grandstanding for the crowd to about equal measure of boos and yeahs.

Brice walked over to Wrestledaddy.  “Back into the ring Chastitydaddy.”  He then immediately began a slow ten count.

 At about 9 ½, Wrestledaddy managed to  crawl back into the ring where he was immediately met by Dan.  Dan stomped down on the back and upper thighs before he dropped back down to the mat.  He reapplied the Indian death lock, but this time stood up, rolled Wrestledaddy to his back and sat backward, locking on an inverted death lock.  Wrestledaddy screamed at the pain.  However, he quickly realized that he was near the ropes and was able to reach out and grab it, screaming at Brice to break the hold at the same time.

“Okay, break the hold,” Brice told Dan.

“Why the fuck should I,” Dan replied.

“Because he is on the ropes,” Brice said.

Dan looked over his shoulder and saw that Wrestledaddy had hooked both arms around the bottom rope and locked his hands, so even if Dan tried to pull him out toward the middle of the ring, he probably wouldn’t be able to manage it.

“So, the fuck what?? This is the campground, not a boy scout camp.”

Brice screamed, “there are still rule so break the goddamned hold.”

Dan just smirked.  However, the smirk quickly disappeared as Brice reached down and grabbed a handful of thong, and mainly balls, and began to squeeze.  “Break. The. Damned. Hold. Before I break your damned balls.”  With each word he would ratchet up the intensity.  Dan finally released the hold and Brice pulled him away for his opponent before he released the balls causing Dan to bend forward.

Wrestledaddy had managed to rise and stumbled over to Dan, reached up and grabbed him by the ears. He then pulls Dan downward, slamming his head into the mat.  He then crawls onto his back and begins to twist legs, arms and head, until his had Dan back into a twister.  He pulled with full force.  This time he had no intention of getting cute or trying to taunt Dan.

By sheer blind luck, Dan managed to gouge Wrestledaddy in the eye during his struggles, which caused him to let up on the hold.  Seizing his opportunity, Dan flexed and managed to free his chin and arm. He was able to free himself completely  and stood.  As he turned back toward is opponent, Wrestledaddy threw himself upward from the mat, slamming the top of his head into Dan’s chin, driving him backward and down to his knees.

Wrestledaddy, stood, locked his thighs around Dan’s head, grabbed him around the waist, lifted him up and dropped him down into a pile driver.  Wrestledaddy was almost spent, but he managed to roll Dan to his back, hooked one leg and rolled him up, pinning his shoulders to the mat.

Brice’s hand came down and hit the mat for the third time just as Dan was able to lift his shoulder off the mat.  Brice tapped Wrestledaddy on the back and said “you won” as he signaled for the bell. 

Many of the audience members began yelling about what an incompetent ref Brice was and shouting other abuse at him.

Wrestledaddy screamed “yes, fucking yes, yes, yes” as he rolled off of Dan and rolled under the ring ropes.  He fell to the grass where he lay panting in and out.  He was exhausted.  But he managed to win and that meant freedom from that goddamned fucking cock cage he was wearing.

Dan sat up and looked at Brice. “Come on, I got my shoulder up before the count,” he whined.

“Afraid not Dan. You just have to accept that you lost again.”

“Fuck you asshole.  You wanted me to lose and you made it happen!” Dan screamed.

Brice shot Dan a purely evil stare such that Dan had to break eye contact and look down.  “Sorry, I didn’t mean..” he began.

Brice slide over to Dan, grabbed him by the balls, squeezed  and whispered “I understand that you are upset and that you spoke in anger.  But, when I take it out on you later tonight, he can be sure it will be slow and deliberate and NOT in anger.”  He then released the balls.

The tone in Brice’s voice made Dan wince, but at the same time he noticed a slight swelling of his cock.  “What the fucking hell is this place doing to me,” he wandered quietly.  This was obviously a common thought or comment from newbies to the campground.

Bully and Spike walked over to Wrestledaddy.

“Wow, you managed to pull that off.  I had my doubts for a moment or two, but good job.  Bully help him up,” Spike demanded.

Bully reached down and helped Wrestledaddy to his feet.  At Spike’s direction Bully maneuvered him such that his back was against the corner post and slid the straps of his singlet off his arms..  He took both of Wrestledaddy’s arms and placed them on the ring edge and then around the ring post.  Spike pulled out a pair of handcuffs and started to hop into the ring when he noticed that Brice had slid in their direction with this hand outstretched.

He slipped the handcuffs into the ring where Brice picked them up and locked them onto Wrestledaddy’s wrist.

“Hey, what the fuck,” Wrestledaddy began.

Spike stood directly in front of him and whispered in his ear.  “Quite now.  I don’t want you to get too excited and get in my way.  Removing the cage can be tricky.  Just relax.”  As he said this, Spike gently played with Wrestledaddy’s right tit.

Reveling in the feeling, Wrestledaddy rested back against the ring post.

Spike placed each hand on the pec of Wrestledaddy and slowly began to run them down toward his hips, gently massaging and tickling as he went along.  When he arrived at the hips, he placed one hand inside the singlet on each side of Wrestledaddy’s body and slowly pushed down.  As he did so he knelt until he was at Wrestledaddy’s feet.  He slipped the singlet over the feet and off.  As he stood up he twirled the singlet around and then launched it into the crowd making sure in landed in an area of the crowd he called “twinkland”.

A skirmish broke out as the so called twinks fought for possession of the singlet.  The winner was a super skinny lad who, once he had possession, snarled and growled at anyone who dared approach.  Everyone else finally backed off as the twink raised the singlet to his nose and inhaled.  He found the scent intoxicating, as did his cock.

Spike then hooked his thumbs on each side of the sweaty jockstrap and slowly moved it down the hips and thighs.  He would start and stop, exciting the crowd and Wrestledaddy.

“Maybe I should just leave this here,”  Spike said.

“No Sir, Sir, you promised.  I won so you promised, Sir” Wrestledaddy begged.

Spike leaned in close and whispered, “I did promise and I always keep my promises.”  He then slipped the jockstrap completely off, leaving Wrestledaddy naked except for the cock cage.  He turned and held up the sweaty jockstrap.

“What am I bid for this jockstrap.  All proceeds going to the Trevor Project.”  The Trevor Project was a non-profit 24-hour suicide hotline for LGBQT teenagers.  Spike saw a chance to earn some money for the hotline.

The bidding began and was slowly going up in increments of $100.00.

Becoming anxious and frustrated, Wrestledaddy finally screamed, “I’ll give you $5000.00 for them.”

The crowd laughed and began to clap.  Receiving no further bids, Spike said “Sold to the horny daddy at the ringside.”

He turned toward Wrestledaddy and said, “what shall I do with them?”

“I don’t give a fuck,” Wrestledaddy croaked.  “Just throw them into the damned crowd.”

Spike turned and started to do that when he spotted a young, muscular guy standing in the crowd on a pair of crutches.  His left leg was in a cast.  Spike could see the hunger in his eyes.  He walked over and handed the jockstrap to him.

“Seriously,” the guy managed to croak out, the lust evident in his voice.

“Yes, Seriously.”  As Spike started to turn, he said loud enough for the surrounding crowd to hear, “And God help anybody that tries to take them away for you.  God might have some mercy, but Bully over there sure as hell won’t.”  Bully gave his most intimidating stare to anyone who looked in his direction.  No one made an effort to take the jock.  Crutch guy stuck them into his leather trunks, turned to his buddy and nodded toward the dungeon.  His buddy just nodded and they were off.

He then returned to Wrestledaddy.  “You ready big man?” he asked as he reached down and fondled the balls and the trapped cock.

Wrestledaddy just nodded vigorously as he said, “Very ready, yes sir, very ready.  Thank you, Sir.”

As Spike reached down to unlock the cage, Dan, who had slid out of the ring next to Bully said, “I didn’t think that Wrestledaddy was that submissive.”

Bully just laughed, “He isn’t.  But Master Spike has made it very clear, that he should be shown lots of respect or Wrestledaddy may spend all six weeks locked up.  And Master Spike, Master Patriot and I have been teasing the crap out of him, so at this point, he is probably ready to do anything to get some time free.”

Spike removed the cage and gently massaged Wrestledaddy’s cock until it was at full thickness.  “Just like I promised.  You beat cumface over there and you get one hour with a free cock.”  He then reached up and tapped Wrestledaddy on the cheek.  “I’ll be back in an hour.”  He then turned and started to leave.

“Hey, you forgot to uncuff me,” Wrestledaddy called.  Spike turned and just stared until Wrestledaddy said “Sir.  You forgot to uncuff me, Sir.”

Spike turned, started walking off,  looked back over his shoulder and chuckled.  “No, I didn’t.  I said one hour with a free cock. I never said anything about you having access to it.”

At this the crowd  lost it with laughter, taunts and cheers.

“I’m sure some of your friends will help you out” Spike said as he and Bully walked away.

“Goddamned you, fuckhead.   That wasn’t our fucking deal and you know it.  Get back here you fucking little shithead and uncuff me.  So help me God if you don’t uncuff me, I’ll beat the shit out of you.”  Wrestledaddy  jerked at the cuffs and screamed and yelled.  He knew he would pay for his insults to Master Spike later.

As Wrestledaddy continued to jerk and scream and curse, one of the audience members began to walk over.  Dan reached Wrestledaddy first and placed both his hands on the pecs and tits and began to stroke.  He looked at the guy who had begun to walk over and said “Get lost.”  The guy just smirked and backed up.  This should be good he thought.

“Hey, calm down there big fellow.  You got friends here who will help you out.”  With that he leaned up and gently began to caress the right tit with his tongue.  His one hand continued to play with the other tit, while his free hand reached down and began to massage and stroke Wrestledaddy’s cock.

Wrestledaddy quickly calmed down and began to moan and groan.  When Dan took his finger and began to run it around the head of Wrestledaddy’s cock, the moaning became louder and more frantic.  Those standing closest could see precum start to leak out of his cockhead.  While usually it would take longer to excite him, he had been locked  up and teased so he was really primed.

“Oh, man, that feels so good, oh yeah, oh baby, yes, oh man cumface that feels so good, so good” Wrestledaddy cooed.

Dan sucked the tit farther into his mouth.  He grasped the cock and began to stroke its full length from the pubs to the head.  When he reached the head, his thumbs would rub around the head collecting the precum.  He released the tit from his mouth and raised his hand from Wrestledaddy’s cock to his mouth.

“I need a little more lube,” Dan said.

Wrestledaddy wasted no time in sucking the thumb into his mouth and licking the hand.

Once he was satisfied it was wet enough, Dan dropped the hand back to the cock and began to stroke it, first fast then slow, then fast and then slow.

“Oh, fuck, oh fuck, man. Oh shit.  Faster dude, faster please.  Please faster, oh shit, I’m so damned close.”

As Dan felt Wrestledaddy start to tense in preparation for cumming, he leaned in close and said “Sucks to be you dude.”

It took a moment for Wrestledaddy to comprehend what Dan had said, but before he could ask what he meant, he felt Dan’s knee connect full force with his balls, slamming them against his pubic bone.  The pain exploded across his balls and up into his abs and chest.  As Wrestledaddy wasn’t particularly into ballbusting, this was not an erotic act – just the opposite.  He screamed as the pain exploded and his cock quickly lost its erection.  The crowd cheered their approval.

Chad and Brice had been standing buy and watching this display.  Chad turned to Brice.

“Looks like out boy is growing up and has a bit of a sadistic streak in him.”

Brice replied “Maybe.  Or maybe he is just pissed off that I let Wrestledaddy win when he didn’t.”

Chad looked at Brice and then burst out laughing.  “Damn, just goes to show that nothing is a given at the campground.” He reached out and grabbed Brice by the bicep and turned in the direction of their cabin.  “You have been a bad boy and should be punished.”

Brice just smiled and said “I really should.”  He offered no resistance as they walked off.

Wrestledaddy, with a look of great frustration on his face, managed to say “Why?”

Dan leaned in and whispered just so that Wrestledaddy could here.  “Because Brice let you win so you really didn’t keep up your end of the bargain.  And you called me cumface, not Dan, but mainly because it was a damned lot of fun.”  And indeed, Dan had enjoyed it because the head of his cock was peaking up over his waistband of his thong.  “So much fun that I think I’ll do it again.”

He then reached over and kissed Wrestledaddy, before letting his face drop to the right tit.  He tounged it, sucked it and lightly bit it until it was hard and standing up.  He then dropped to his knees where he began to kiss, lick and suck on Wrestledaddy’s big balls.  The cock stood up straight and was an open invitation to Dan who began to lick and suck, even deep throating Wrestledaddy.  When he thought Wrestledaddy was getting close he backed off and sat back on his heels.

“Aaah, com on Cum…er Dan.  Don’t do this me, please.  Just help me get off, please.”

Dan just smirked and shook he head no.

And so, for the next hour and half Dan teased, manipulated. and manhandled Wrestledaddy to the edge of ejaculation and then backed off before he could cum.  However, there was tons of precum.  Many fans also took the opportunity to “get off” and make sure some of the cum landed on Wrestledaddy.

Spike had returned, as promised, at one hour, but had so enjoyed the show that Cumface was putting on that he let it go on an extra thirty minutes.

The last time Dan interrupted Wrestledaddy’ ejaculation had been when he pressed a bag of ice into his groin.  As he did this, Spike had reached around and stroked Dan twice before he blew a big load of cum onto Wrestledaddy’s abs, chest and face.  Many members of the audience also exploded.

As Dan stood back feeling well satisfied, Spike stepped around him and relocked the cock cage on Wrestledaddy’s now deflated cock.  Wrestledaddy was a blubbering mess, pleading begging and whimpering.   While Spike had approach Wrestledaddy, Dan had slipped out of his thong and wiped the cum from his body.

Master Spike just laughed as he relocked the cage.  “Shouldn’t have called me a shithead, asshole.”  He then uncuffed Wrestledaddy and He and Bully led him back to their cabin.  Wrestledaddy was a mess.  He was exhausted and covered in Dan’s and other audience members cum.  He was mumbling about the unfairness of it all.  Many in the audience reached out to stroke and tease Wrestledaddy as he went by.

As Wrestledaddy walked by Dan, Dan did feel some remorse for his actions.  But he figured he could make it up to Wrestledaddy later –or not.  For if he really examined his feelings, he realized that he had enjoyed that way more than he should have.

Seeing Kyle and Choirboy in the audience approach, Dan thought “Hhhmm.  Maybe I’m more like Choirboy than I thought.  Now, let’s go see about Brice letting him win.” 

Choirboy stopped in front of Dan and then repeated Dan’s moves of earlier by pulling him in for a deep French kiss.  As he released the kiss, Choirboy reached down and slapped Dan on the ass and then said, just loud enough that only Dan and Kyle could hear, “But that little kiss at the start of the match is going to cost you big time.  And you are not going to like it.”  With that Choirboy turned and walked off.

Dan felt a little kernel of fear in his stomach.  As he started to walk off, one of the audience members approached and offered a $2000.00 donation to the Trevor project in exchange for his red thong.  Dan hesitated until one of the campground officials reassured him that the guy was good for it.  Dan took the thong and rubbed any remaining cum off his body as the fan just stared with lust in his eyes.  “$3000.00” was all Dan said.  The fan just nodded yes, some droll coming down his chin and Dan just shrugged and passed them off.

He turned and headed back to the cabin.  However, he got intercepted before he could get there.  As he passed Spike standing out in from of Spike’ cabin, he reached out and grabbed Dan by the balls, gently causing Dan to stop.

“Good job there, Danny boy.  Didn’t realize you had a mean streak in you.”  He then reached out and began licking Dan’s tit, while gently messaging the balls.  Dan started responding, although he didn’t really want to.

Remembering how he had been manipulated that morning, Dan stepped back, broke the contact and looked at Spike.  “Nope, I’m not your little plaything.”

Spike sneered, “Oh, but you could be if I wanted.  However, tonight I’m offering you a chance for an evening of equal sex.”  He then reached out and began playing with Dan’s tits again.

“But why, I lost?”

“Yeah, but you won me over when you tortured Wrestledaddy.  You’ve got sadistic potential and that needs to be encouraged.  So come on, me and you, alone. We’ll see where it will go and see if you really have what it takes.”

Dan was tempted but almost said no until he looked down at Spike’s ass and remembered Chad and Brice’s comments from this morning.  “What about Wrestledaddy and Bully?”

“They are tied up elsewhere so they won’t bother us.”   Spike then reached out and grabbed Dan by his cock, which was filling up.  He walked toward the cabin door, pulling Dan along with him without much resistance. 

There were sex noises coming from the cabin for the next few hours.  After the action was over with and Dan was lying in bed next to a sleeping Spike, he realized that Chad and Brice were right, that ass was definitely worth it.

Dan slipped out of the cabin and headed back to his own.  By the time he got back to the cabin, both Chad and Brice were asleep and the cabin smelled like pure sex.  Dan was tempted to wake them up, but he was exhausted, and decided he had had enough for the day but he wasn’t quite ready for bed yet.  He took a diet coke and went out to the porch to sit and think.  His time at the campground was a real eye opener and an education for him.  He still needed to try and process it all.

As he sat there, he noticed a member of the Demons Motorcycle club dressed in chaps, leather jock, leather vest and the club’s leather cap leading a heavily bound young man by a leash.  The look in the leashed guy’s eyes was one of pure adoration and lust. Surprisingly, Dan felt his cock start to rise again.  He reached down and began to slowly stroke his cock.

This was noticed by the Demon who took a slight detour to the cabin.  “Need some help with that?”

Dan shook his head no as he wasn’t up for anything kinky or requiring much energy.  However, he was surprised when the Demon dropped to his knees and began to lick and kiss Dan’s balls and shaft.  “You sure about that?”

Dan just nodded and the Demon proceeded to give him one of the best blow jobs he had ever received.  When Dan came, the Demon swallowed it all.  When finished, Dan fell back into his chair and the Demon just stood up and walked away with his leashed boy in tow.  The look the leashed guy gave Dan could only be described as pure hatred!  Dan didn’t really care –but maybe he should have!