The Little Colonel's Bad Advice

[Happy Thanksgiving to my American readers.  This wasn't supposed to be published until Dec. 1, but I thought I would give you something for the holiday, making your family wonder why you had that smile on your face.  I know that at least ONE of you should.  As usual, let me know what you think.]

 The Little Colonel’s Bad Advice

(Cumface Dan vs Tank)

By

The Mangler

 Dan was wandering the campground, dressed in only workout shorts so his fine physique was on full display, when he ran into Tank, the leader of the Demons.  Tank was 45 years old, 6’1” tall and weighed in at 210 pounds.  He wasn’t gym muscle defined, but muscled from hard work.  He was wearing the Demon motorcycle vest, which showed off his hairy chest and multiple tattoos covering his arms and chest, and a pair of old distressed jeans.  His chest and arms were covered with tattoos.  He had a goatee and mustache.

“Nice showing on that last match.  A little deviousness in you after all.”

“Well, I’m learning a lot being here and at the Arena.”

“Maybe it’s time to take it to the next level.”

“What do you mean?”

“Time to try a different match style.  I would propose a submission match where the winner determines the terms.”

“How does that work.”

“Suppose you had me in a hold that I wanted to submit to.  You would tell me what terms you would be willing to accept to allow me to submit.  If I said no the match continues, even if I do submit it is not valid.”

“I don’t know that sounds awfully dangerous, at least at my skill level.”

Tank stepped closer and began running his hand across Dan’s exposed pecs, paying particular attention to the nipples.

“Nonsense.  We all have to start somewhere. And it could be so much fun.”

When Tank tweaked the nipples, Dan felt his cock starting to stir.

“Fun,  ffff…. For whom?”

“Why the winner at least and probably the loser as well.  So, how about a submission match between me and you?”

Dan shivered as a particularly strong wave of pleasure passed over him.

“I don’t know, you are so much more skilled… and devious than I am.”

“All the more reason.  Some on the job training.”  Tank then leaned over and sucked one of Dan’s tits into his mouth and worked it gently with his teeth and tongue.  Dan sucked his teeth with pleasure.  Tank then pulled back.  “Tell you what.  How about this.  We will let Chad referee and if he thinks things are getting out of hand or the terms are too severe he can stop the match with no hard feelings.  If he doesn’t stop it, then things must be okay.”  As he said this Tank grabbed a hold of Dan’s groin.  “Well maybe one or two hard feelings.”

“I don’t know….”

“Come on, you trust Chad don’t you?  You don’t think he would let anything too bad happen to you?”  Tank responded as he slipped his hand into Dan’s tight shorts and began caressing the cockhead.  A large shudder ran through Dan.

“Yeah, I do trust him.  But still.  Maybe I should talk to him.”

Tank continued with the action on the cock head while he again sucked one tit into his mouth.  His other hand began pinching and massaging the other tit.

After a few seconds, Tank removed his mouth, but kept both other hands busy.

“It’s a time limited offer, and time is almost up,”  Tank said.  He then increased the pressure with both hands.

“Okay, fine, fine,” Dan husked.

“Great,” Tank replied as he removed one hand from Dan’s body.

“Don’t stop,” Dan huffed.

“Hey we have to save something for the match.”  Using his free hand, Tank then called a passing Spike over as the other hand continued to work the cockhead.

“Look, Dan and I would like to have a match.  A winner dictates terms of submission match.  You know about those don’t you?”, Tank asked.

“Yeah, I do.  Dan are you really up for one of those.  They can get rough.”

Tank increased the pressure on the cockhead and returned the other hand to Dan’s nipple.  Dan sighed in contentment.

“Yeah, I know it cab, but Tank has a modification that makes sure it doesn’t get too rough.”

As Tank explained the modification to Spike, his hands continued their manipulation on Dan’s body but making sure he didn’t allow Dan to cum.  When he had finished the explanation, Spike just looked at Tank and saw the devious little smile there.  Dan’s eyes were closed and his head was tossed back.  Spike knew that Dan was now thinking with the little colonel, but hey Dan was a grown man and could make his own decisions.

“Okay, sounds good to me. Hey, Wrestledaddy come over here.”  The wrestler turned and walked over being sure not to look Spike in the eyes.

Tank repeated all the terms of the match, Dan agreed and Spike and Wrestledaddy witnessed it.  They set the match time for two hours from then.  Immediately after that was accomplished, Tank  locked his lips and teeth on Dan’s other nipple and proceeded to lightly bite it while playing with the other nipple and stroking the cockhead.  Suddenly Dan’s entire body tensed and he shot his load inside his shorts and over Tank’s hands.  Tank pulled his hand out of the shorts and wiped the cum onto Dan’s lips. 

“See you in two hours, Cumlips, errr Cumface,” Tank said as he began to walk toward one of his gang members.  Dan was not aware of the wink that Tank threw at Spike who also walking away. Spike just laughed.  He knew tank was up to something.

“Did he take the bait?”

“Oh, yeah but only with the “special stipulations” about Chad.”

The gang member just laughed.  “Perfect that will just mean an extra body for us.  Everything is set and ready to play out.”

Tank just laughed, slapped his gang member on the back and they walked away.

“We’ll have to keep an eye on Brice as well,” Tank said.

“Ooooh, I’d love to get my hands on all those muscles.”

As Dan was coming down from his orgasmic high, he began to have second thoughts but he was a man of his word.

“You fucking agreed to what?”  Chad roared as Brice just shook his head.

“A winner sets the acceptance submission match with Tank, the leader of the Demons.”

“Are you out of what little of your goddamn fucking tiny brain that you have?? He is going to eat you alive and have lots of fun afterwards.”

Dan was feeling even more unsure now, but summoned up his courage. He then explained the special stipulation for the match.

Brice chimed in, “you really think that is going to help?  He is still devious and talented.  And Chad will let him demand quite a lot.”

“Damn straight I will.  Your fucking mouth writes the check, then be prepared for your body to cash it in.”

Dan looked like a deer in the headlights.

“Don’t worry, you’ll survive.  Besides this might be a good lesson for you.”  He then reached over and tweaked Dan’s nipple.  “Don’t mix negotiation and sex. It never works out well.”

He then sent Dan into the cabin to relax.

“You know damned well that Tank is up to something,”  Brice stated.

“I know, that is why you need to be there helping to look out for Tank and the Demons and whatever they are up to,” Chad replied.

“You know it.  Let’s go and give the damned fucking idiot what advice we can.”  They turned and entered the cabin. 

As Dan approached the ring, he noted that Tank was standing in one corner talking to Butch and that Samson was sitting, naked and collared, at the feet of Skull, who was loosely holding the leash attached to the collar.  Tank was dressed in a black singlet, with flames around what could only be called a Demon, as well as black wrestling boots and knee pads.

As Dan passed Spike, Spike spoke out and said “you need to keep your wits about you or you will be in trouble.  Tank does whatever it takes to win.”

Dan nodded to show that he heard Spike, but continued on to the ring where he hopped onto the apron and then between the ropes to enter the ring.  He stood in the corner opposite Tank.  He was dressed in deep red square cut wrestling trunks, white wrestling boots and knee pads.

“As you can see, our two combatants are already in the ring.  Wearing the red trunks is Daniel  “Cumface”  who stands 6’2 and weighs in at 225.  His opponent wearing the sexy singlet is none other than the Leader of the notorious Demons, Tank.  He stands 6’1 and weighs 110 pounds.  Tonight’s match is a “Stakes Submission” match.  What that means, for you newbies, is that only a submission can end the match.  However, the wrestler who is winning gets to set the terms of the submission.  If the one who wants to submit, refuses the terms the match goes on.  There are some limits to the stakes one can propose but not many.”

Tank shot the announcer a sneer and single finger salute when his singlet was referred to as sexy.  He and the announcer would be having “words” later.  At least that was what the announcer was hoping.

“Tonight, is not a typical Stakes Submission match in that a Special Referee has been appointed.  If he feels at any time a wrestler is getting in over his head, or headed for serious harm, he may stop the match but only if the wrestler in trouble agrees for the ref to stop it.”

“Tonight’s special ref, at the insistence of Tank..”  A loud rumble broke out among the crowd with snatches of phrases, like “unfair”, “come on” and some boos.

“SHUT UP FUCKWARDS.  As I was saying, tonight’s special ref is Cumface’s good friend, Chhhaaaddd.”  The  crowd turned as Chad walked down the aisle.  They begin cheering and catcalling.  Several fans reached out and stroked Chad.

Chad was an impressive sight on a normal occasion. He stood 6’7” tall and weighed in at over 300 pounds.  His body was very well muscled from his strenuous farm work.  He had a covering of black hair across his chest, arms and legs.  Today he was dressed in ref’s attire. But special attire just for him.  He was wearing an open leather vest that was black and white stripped.  This complimented his black compression shorts.  Between the vest and tight-fitting shorts, there wasn’t much left to the imagination.  Especially not the slobber inducing bulge.

Chad stepped up onto the ring apron and then stepped over the top rope.  As he did so, he was greeted by further cheers.

As Chad was entering the ring, Brice was positioning himself near the other Demon members in the audience to keep an eye on them.  He failed to notice the two members that were behind him because they were dressed like college kids and had the soft faces to go along with it.

Chad looked out and saw that Brice was in place, he then called the two combatants to the middle of the ring.

“All right you both know the deal so I don’t really have to go over the rules and stipulations do I?”  Both men just nodded.

Looking at Tank he said, “Remember I can stop the match if, in my discretion, it should be stopped.”  Again, both wrestlers just nodded. 

The ref proceeded to check both wrestlers for foreign objects, paying special attention to Tank but also doing a thorough job with Dan.  He then sent them back to their corners to await the bell.  Having learned the hard way from the heels he had wrestled, Dan  was smart enough to back to his corner.

Tank, in an apparent show of distain for his opponent, flicked his hand at Dan and then turned and walked back to his corner.  He shot a wink at Butch and made sure that Brice could see it.  Brice then went on  heightened alert. 

Chad signaled for the bell and the two wrestlers approached the middle of the ring.  Tank threw his left hand up in a challenge for a test of strength.  He got a questioning look on his face as he did so as if saying to Dan, “You man enough to do it?”

Being taller and heavier, Dan did not hesitate to lift his left hand.  The two wrestlers then very carefully intertwined their fingers.  They repeated the maneuver with the other hand.  Once all the fingers were locked into place they began trying to power each  other down.  After several seconds of this, Tank stopped pressing, causing Dan’s hands to start coming down.  Before Tank’s wrists bent too far, he quickly threw both hands out to the side and down before powering his hold again.

These moves had caught Dan off guard and he suddenly felt himself being lifted up to his toes by the pressure applied to his fingers, hands and arm.  As he struggled, Tank again relaxed and threw the hands out to the sides.  He dropped his head and shoulders, charged Dan, slamming his shoulder into the abs and then continued pushing Dan backwards until Dan’s back impacted the ring corner. 

Tank disengaged their hands, grabbed the middle rope and used them to propel his shoulder into Dan’s abs twice more before releasing the rope and standing up.  He turned with his back to Dan, backed into him, grabbed his head with both hands, took one or two steps into the ring and flipped Dan over his back and shoulders causing Dan to slam into the mat and even bounce up.

While Dan was slightly stunned by the move, he quickly recovered and began to sit up in preparation of standing, when Tank’s knee impacted into the back of his head.  For after releasing Dan’s head, Tank had waited until the right time to charge and deliver a knee strike.  The force of the blow caused Dan’s upper body to flex forward and then spring back to an upright position on his way to slamming back into the mat.  However, he actually felt himself slamming into Tank and Tank’s right arm coming around his neck and locking with the left hand.  He was now in a chin lock.

Chad checked to make sure it wasn’t a choke and then stepped back.  Tank continued to crank on the pressure. Once he had regained some semblance of “normality” after the knee to the back of the head, Dan slammed his right elbow into Tank’s side.  He repeated this several more times before Tank released the hold and slipped to the side.  Wasting no time, Dan was immediately up on his feet to again confront Tank.

“Nice moves,” Dan said.

“Of course, they were,” was the response.

The two wrestlers circled for a moment before Dan suddenly leaped from the canvas and slammed both his feet into Tank’s chest with a standing drop kick.  The force of the blow sent Tank into the ropes, while Dan dropped to the mat.  When Tank bounced off he was met by both of Dan’s feet in the stomach with the hands grabbing his head and Tank then being flipped over Dan’s body and slamming back first into the mat.  You could hear the wind leaving him as he hit.  Dan regained his feet and turned toward Tank, or where he should have been, but Butch had reached under the ropes, grabbed his feet and pulled him out of the ring and  helped him up.

“Hey, Butch, get the goddamn fuck away from the ring.  I’m sure Tank doesn’t need your help to wrestle,” Chad screamed at him.

“No, but he needs someone to help balance your partisanship!”

Chad laughed.  “Tank is the one who wanted me and he is the one that has to deal with that.  Interfere again and this match is over with and Dan gets to declare the terms.”

Butch laughed as the threw both hands up in the air and walked backwards.  When Butch had grabbed Tank’s feet and pulled him out of the ring, Brice had stood in preparation in case he was needed.  But seeing that nothing else was going to occur, he sat back down.  Concentrating on the action in the ring, he failed to realize that two members of the Demons had taken the seats directly behind him.

After finding that Tank had been hauled out of the ring, instead of pushing his attack, Dan stood back and re-assed his situation.  As Butch began to back away, Chad started the 10 count for Tank being outside the ring.

Tank warily, reached up and grabbed the middle rope and slowly began to haul himself up the ring apron.  Dan started over to “help” Tank back into the ring.  Once he got close enough and reached out, Tank used his legs and the arm holding the rope to propel himself between the first and second rope and slam his head into Dan’s abs.  His head hit very low in the abs, but not low enough to be considered a low blow.

Dan staggered back from the blow, while Tank continued into the ring.  He quickly grabbed Dan in a headlock, and executed a running bulldog, slamming Dan headfirst into the mat.  Instead of standing up, Tank rolled over onto Dan’s back, grabbed him under the chin and lifted him up in a sitting chin lock.  Releasing one hand at a time, so as to maintain the hold, he was then able to bring Dan’s arms over his knees, locking in a Boston crab.  He leaned back as much as he could.

Dan had to endure the hold until his senses returned somewhat after the slam of his head to the mat.  When he did, he realized that he was near the ropes and was able to free his left arm and reach out and grab the ropes.

“Release the hold, he has his hand on the ropes,” the ref demanded.

“That’s a pussy’s way to get out of a hold, not a real mans,” Tank replied as he released the hold.  He then stood and delivered two stomps and then a knee into the back before Chad pushed him away.

“Let him up,” Chad warned

“Nah, I’ll just make this legal,” Tank said as he grabbed the ankles and pulled Dan into the middle of the ring, before letting go of Dan and stepping back.  Dan pushed himself up to his hands and knees, when Tank charged across the ring and delivered a punt kick into Dan’s abdomens.  The blow lifted him off the mat and flipped him over so that he landed on his back.  Tank dropped down to deliver a headbutt into the abs, but Dan was able to continue rolling so that all Tank’s forehead impacted was the ring.  He definitely saw stars.

Knowing that he had to seize the advantage, Dan rolled Tank to a sitting position, knelt behind him and locked on a sleeper hold.  Hopefully with Tank this dazed, Dan could end this quickly.

Chad checked to make sure it wasn’t a choke hold then stepped back.  As Chad noted Tank to be fading, he went over, bent down, and lifted the arm and let is drop.  It dropped straight down. On the second attempt he had the same result.  When Chad dropped the hand for the third time, the hand stayed up.

As Chad started to rise from his bent over position, Tank grabbed hold of the ref’s leather vest and yanked pulling Chad off balance and forward where Chad and Dan’s heads slammed together.  Both Chad and Dan dropped to their butts on the mats, shaking their heads.  Dan had released the sleeper.  Tank rolled out under the bottom rope where he shook his head to regain his senses.

Tank re-entered the ring, just as Chad and Dan resumed their feet.

“I should disqualify you for that move,” Chad screamed at Tank.

“What are you talking about?” Tank asked while looking quizzingly.  “I don’t remember anything illegal.”

“When you grabbed me asshole.”

“I didn’t grab you,” Tank said with sincerity.  Well false sincerity since he knew exactly what he did but he wasn’t going to admit it.

Suddenly Tank was spun around as Dan grabbed him by the wrist and flung him into the opposing ropes.  As he came off the rope, Dan drove a boot deep into the abs, causing a whooshing sound from Tank.  Dan then locked a headlock on and dropped down to the canvas in a DDT. 

Chad, seeing that Dan had regained the advantage, dropped any concern about Tank grabbing him.

Dan grabbed a leg and then the chin, stuck his foot into the back and then flexed Tank into a bow and arrow on the mat.  He pulled as hard as he could as if he was trying to pull Tank into two pieces.

Knowing that the hold would not lead to a win, Dan released the hold after he thought he had done enough damage.  He regained his feet and pulled Tank up at the same time.   He scooped Tank up and delivered a body slam. He repeated the move twice more and then rolled Tank up for a pin.

Chad only managed to get to 1 and ½ with the count before Tank kicked out of the hold. Even though a pin fall wouldn’t end the match, it would get a short break and show Tank that Dan was a serious opponent.  Dan stood back as Tank stood.  The two opponents just looked at each other and they slowly circled the ring.  They then met up for an old fashion collar and elbow and jockeyed for control.

Without warning, Dan stepped into the hold and tried to hip check Tank to the mat.  However, Tank had anticipated this and managed to lean backward and prevent the move.  He reached up with his right hand and racked Dan across the eyes, causing him to loosen the hold. Tank then escaped.  Chad suspected what had happened but was not in position to see it so he said nothing.

As Dan stepped back, Tank delivered a football tackle by knocking Dan’s feet out from under him.  He slammed into the mat. Tank then lay beside Dan and locked on a guillotine, stretching Dan out.  He actually managed to roll Dan so that both shoulders were down and got a 2 count before Tank rolled him off his shoulders.  He wasn’t going for any pinfall.

A cheer went up from the audience as they were enjoying a hard fought battle.  Many were impressed with Dan holding his own against Tank.  Of course, that only pissed Tank off and the Demons were giving him shit. 

The two wrestlers began to approach each other when Dan again went for a standing drop kick.  Tank managed to see the move in time and simple dropped to the mat so that Dan’s feet only hit air and he dropped to the mat and rolled.  Tank was ready for him, and as Dan got to his knees, Tank delivered a headbutt into the lower chest upper abdomen, knocking Dan to his back.  He followed this up with two fists and two knee drops to the abs.  He ignored Chad’s admonishment about the fists. 

Tank pulled Dan to his feet, lifted him up and dropped him abs first across his knee.  He pulled Dan up again, tossed him into the ropes and delivered a knee to the gut as Dan ricochet off the ropes.  The force of the blow caused Dan to somersault before slamming to the mat.

Tank sat on Dan’s chest and began a series of fist to the abdomen.  He stopped the fists and stood only when Chad got to a count of five.

“Protecting the pussy I see,” Tank taunted Chad as he pulled Dan up to his knees.  “Well let’s try something else then, Mr. Ref,” Tank smirked.  Chad ignored the taunting but was on alert for any dirty tricks that Tank might have in mind.  Tanked winked at Butch.

He placed Dan’s right arm across his neck and shoulders like a buddy would.  Tank placed Dan’s left arm around Tank’s left shoulder and brought it out under his armpit.  He then flexed and lifted Dan into the air.  Dan was now in a variant of the over the shoulder backbreaker in that instead of being on both shoulders, he was only on the left shoulder with his legs dangling down Tank’s front.  Tank then began to turn around causing Dan’s feet to lift out.

Chad had to step back to avoid being hit by Dan’s legs as Tank spun him around.  On the third turn, Tank took two steps toward Chad such that Dan’s feet and ankles slammed into Chad’s neck and upper body.  The blow knocked Chad off his balance and he stumbled back into one of the corners.  As soon as he hit the corner, Butch reached under the rope and grabbed the left ankle, while Ace, another Demon, reached under and grabbed the right.  Both Butch and Ace used their free hands to reach up and push Chad forward. As he was falling forward, they yanked on the ankles, such that when Chad hit the mat, his balls were slammed into the ring post.

Butch and Ace then pushed Chad partially back into the ring and again slammed Chad’s nuts into the corner.  Chad screamed and saw stars.  Butch reached under the ring rope and grabbed Chad’s right arm and used it to pull him out of the ring.  Once outside the ring, Butch tucked Chad’s head under his armpit and dropped down into a DDT.  He lifted Chad back up and let Ace do the same.  Chad was now a little out of it.

Butch produced a leather hood which was quickly placed over Chad’s head and velcrod shut.  On the back of the hood were attached two leather pieces.  Chad was sat up against the ring post, the two leather pieces were wrapped around the ring and laced tight.  Chad was now attached to the ring post by the hood.  His hands were brought around his back and the ring post and handcuffed into place.  A leather covered piss gag was then forced into Chad’s mouth and the straps also placed around the ring post.  Chad was now sitting bound to the ring post with his mouth forced open.

“Looks like an open invitation to me,” Butch laughed as he undid his codpiece and removed his large cock. He inserted the head of the cock into the piss gag.  “One, two, three,” Butch counted orally and by raising his fingers.  The audience on that side began counting with him.  Once he hit three, he shoved the full extent of his cock into Chad’s mouth causing him to gag.  Butch then began to skull fuck Chad with no thought of his comfort.  For the rest of the match, Chad was going to be fed Demon cock, cum and piss.

As soon as Brice saw Butch reach under the ropes, he made a move for the ring.  However, he quickly found himself slamming into the turf as Ice, one of the demons, tackled him from behind.  As he hit the turf his head slammed into the ground.  A second demon appeared, reached down, grabbed the hair on the back of Brice’s head and pounded his forehead into the ground several times until he was groggy.

Several members of the Demons then appeared.  Brice was turned over, had leather cuffs applied to his ankles and wrists and those cuffs were then attached to anchors that the Demons had placed in the ground earlier.   Knifes came out and Brice’s clothes were cut away.  He was now naked and tied spreadeagled on the ground.  As he started to shout, Ice, who had stripped naked and was extremely hairy, proceed to sit with his ass on Brice’s face to muffle any sounds.  Brice’s impressively muscled body was on full display.

“Hey, he isn’t calling for any help so he must like it,”  he joked.

There was no indication that anyone was trying to help.  They all wanted to see what was going to happen plus they didn’t want to get on the Demon’s bad side.  The orange clad “safety officers” just looked at each other and shrugged their shoulders.  Such was life at the Campground.

“Start licking, butt wipe.  I want to feel your tongue.”

When Brice didn’t immediately obey, Ice slapped on open palm into Brice’s balls.  He continued to do so until he felt Brice’s tongue on his asshole.  For the rest of the match, Brice was going to be giving rim jobs to any Demon who wanted one, an activity that he didn’t particularly like.

However, he was also going to get some pleasure as a couple of twinks from the audience came over and began to physically admire his muscles, cock and balls in a loving fashion, after getting Ice’s permission.  Once they had Brice cock’s up to its full size, a tight leather cock ring was applied to help maintain the erection.   If Brice’s tongue slowed down Ice delivered a painful slap to the balls to correct that.

The twinks were experts at not only inducing pleasure, but also at edging.  So, while Brice’s body felt overwhelming waves of desire while he was engaged in an activity he didn’t like, he was not allowed to com.

Patriot, Spike and his boys, Wrestledaddy and Bully, stood by watching all the events unfold. 

“Should we do anything,” Wrestledaddy asked.

“Nah, they are all big boys, some bigger than others, and they can handle themselves,” Spike replied.

“Hey Spike, I think both of those positions would be good for you,” Choirboy piped in from behind the group.

“Keep dreaming dickwad.  You ain’t man enough to make either happen,” Spike responded.

“We’ll see, we’ll see,” Choirboy murmured under his breath as he walked on.

Back in the ring, Tank tired of the hold and dropped Dan to the mat.  He did not stay there for long, as Tank had picked him back up and hung him in a tree of woe, in the same corner that Chad was now giving blowjobs, so Dan could hear the gags and flesh slapping flesh, although he didn’t yet know what it was.  Tank stood back and began using Dan’s abs as a speed bag, slamming fist after fist into the rapidly weaking abs.  When he tired of this, he slammed a hard open palm slap into Dan’s balls, causing Dan to twist and turn until his leg was free and he fell into a heap in the corner.

Tank reached down, grabbed a handful of hair and pulled Dan to a standing position.  Tank stood chest to chest, slightly off to the side, reached his right hand down and grabbed a handful of balls and began squeezing.  Dan began to moan and grunt.

“Where’s you little buddy who is protecting you, huh?” Tank inquired as he slowly increased the pressure.  “Guess he found more useful things to do.”

Dan was looking around and not seeing Chad as the pain reached a crescendo.  Tank laughed, released the balls and pulled Dan over to the ropes and draped him across the second rope and sat on his back.

“Hey Dan, where’s your friend the ref who should be stopping this?”  Tank inquired.  Laughing he grabbed Dan by the head and turned him to the corner where Chad was getting skull fucked by Butch.  “Oh, there he is.  Such a selfish friend, thinking of his own needs and desire before yours.  Oh, well, I guess it was inevitable that he was going to betray you.”

When Dan realized what was happening he felt of shiver of fear go through him because he was now alone against Tank.  He knew he was really going to have to fight now.

Tank stood up, grabbed both ankles, pulled Dan back to the middle of the ring and immediately went into a Boston crab.  Before he could completely set the hold, however, Dan raised himself on his forearms and flexed his lower legs catapulting Tank off him and to the mat on his back.  Both wrestlers regained their feet quickly, but Dan felt every movement with his back, abs and pecs. 

Tank rushed at Dan and pushed him backward into the ropes.  He quickly trapped the arms between the first and second rope, and pushed each ankle behind the bottom rope.  Dan was now just hanging there.

“Didn’t have a chance to do any speed work this week, so I’ll have to improvise.”  With that, Tank began using Dan’s abs and pecs as a punching bag, slamming fists in rapidly and hard until he heard Dan say, “No more,”.

Tank stopped punching, stepped up to Dan and ran his hands across Dan’s nipples lovingly.  As he did this he leaned forward and said, “I decide when it is ‘no more’, boy.”  He laughed, stepped back and began punching again.

Finally tiring of the action, Tank released Dan from the ropes and he attempted to fall to the mat but Tank held him up until he lifted him up cross body style and then dropped him abs first across his outstretched knee.  Dan grunted and then rolled off the knee onto the mat.  Tank quickly stripped Dan of his trunks and his jockstrap, throwing them to the middle of the ring.

He pulled Dan up, applied a full nelson, and walked Dan over so that he was in the corner where Butch and Chad were.  He pushed Dan close to the ropes, so that Butch was able to reach up with his right hand and grab the scrotum and pull down, trapping the balls in the bottom.  He then used his left hand to begin slamming punches into the balls.  The pain shot up through him to his very core as he cried out.  Butch never stopped fucking Chad’s mouth.

Patriot looked over at Spike.  “Do you think we need to get involved?”

“Nope.  Dan agreed to this and there is no better lesson than experience.  It may get rough, but Tank will keep it within bounds and if not then we will intervene,” Spike replied as he reached down and adjusted his hardening cock in his jeans.

After ten or so blows, Butch slammed his cock full depth into Chad’s mouth and shot off a series of ejaculations.  When he finished, he released Dan’s scrotum, sighed, pulled his cock out of Chad’s mouth and said, “Nice job there jobber boy.  NEXT.”  Without hesitation, another of the Demons stepped up to take his place.  The fucking began anew

When Butch let go of Dan’s scrotum, Tank lifted him from his feet and walked him back to the middle of the ring. As he released Dan, he spun him around and repeated his abs buster from before.  As Dan lay curled on the mat, Tank knelt beside him and pulled him up to a sitting position.  He locked his legs around Dan’s waist and applied a sleeper hold and locked both in.  As Dan struggled to remain awake Tank kept whispering in his ear, “you’re going to be all mine, boy.  All mine.  But not quite yet. ”

As Dan was nearing complete collapse,  Tank released the sleeper and drove a forearm across the upper back causing Dan to slam back to reality.  Tank laughed as he released his legs from the waist, and pulled Dan flat on the mat.  He mounted Dan, sitting on his chest facing the feet, and locked both of his hands into an abdominal claw, digging deeply into the weakened muscles.   As he applied the claws he also leaned in with as much pressure as possible.  This  resulted in Dan becoming immediately aware of a pain radiating from his abs. 

Dan went from a stupor, from the sleeper, to fully awake within seconds.  It took some time for him to realize what was happening. Once he did, he began to twist and turn trying to dislodge Tank, but not meeting with much success.

“You want out, boy?  Okay, but remember you asked for it,” Tank said as he released the claws.  He threw his right hand up, balled it into a fist, and slammed it down into the middle of Dan’s abs.  Tank could feel the air rushing across his back as it was forcibly expelled from Dan.  Tank got up to his feet and looked down at a moaning Dan, who had brought both hands across his abs, rubbing them.

Tank pulled Dan to his feet and locked on a abdominal stretch putting as much pressure on the abs as possible. He reached out to grab the top rope to increase the pressure.  Seeing this, Butch jumped up onto the ring apron, causing Tank to release the rope and grab the hand.  The Demon then leaned back from the apron, putting as much pressure as possible onto Dan’s abs, via tank’s hand.  As Chad was busy sucking cock, there was no ref to call for a break and no one else seemed interested in assisting either.  Well, Brice would have if he could have seen what was happening but his view was blocked by the hairy ass sitting on his face.

Tank released Butch’s hand and said “get another member ready for ring post ball pull.”  Butch dropped to the ground and waved another of the Demons over and explained what was about to happen.

Tank slammed a fist into the abs and then dropped Dan to the mat.  He rolled him over so that he was on his back and turned him so that his feet were facing the corner.  Butch and his fellow Demon, each reached in, grabbed an ankle, screamed “bonsai” and yanked Dan balls first into the ring post.  Instead of releasing him, each of the demons then locked on a one-legged leg bar and dropped downward. Dan now had two 200 + pounds guys hanging off his lower body pulling his balls into the ring post.  He had set up and grabbed the turnbuckles in an attempt to relieve some of the pain.

Tank just laughed, grabbed a handful of Dan’s hair and yanked him free from the turnbuckle and slammed him back onto the mat. The pressure on his balls remained.  Tank then sat on the upper abs facing Dan’s face.  He then locked each of hands into the exposed armpits and applied a double pec claw, while also bouncing his ass down into the abs.  Dan continuously screamed although he didn’t know specifically where the pain was coming from as his pecs, abs and balls were all screaming in pain.  Dan occasionally called for the ref, but Chad was busy giving blow jobs – or more accurately receiving vicious skull fuckings. Either way he was swallowing cum and piss.

As Dan’s voice became more horse, he started begging Tank to accept his submission.

“Nah, way too early for that Cumface.  A lesson needs to be taught here and besides I’m having a lot of fun.  Aren’t you??”

Tank released the pec claw stood up, slammed his foot down into the abs, turned toward his gang members and told them to break their holds.  They acquiesced and dropped down to the grass, freeing Dan’s legs.  Tank pulled Dan into the middle of the ring, where he grabbed at his crotch and tried to curl into a fetal position, but Tank had dropped to the mat and quickly locked Dan into a guillotine hold by leg locking one leg, stretching out the opposite arm behind his head and flexing.  Once again, Dan’s abs were under attack.  Tank took his free hand and ran them over Dan’s abs, noticing that the muscles were softening.

Tank reached down and began to fondle Dan’s flaccid cock in a gentle and teasing manner, making sure to run his thumb over the cockhead.  In spite of the pain he was experiencing, Dan felt his cock began to stiffen.  Once Tank felt the cock begin to stiffen, he increased the massage until the cock was almost completely hard.  He then released the cock, brought his hand up and slapped down onto the cock as hard as he could.  He did this several times until the cock was once again flaccid.  Dan screeched with each slap to the cock and balls.

Once the cock was flaccid, Tank laughed a decidedly evil laugh and began to massage again.

“No, no, please god, not again,” Dan begged.  “I give man, I give.”

“I don’t accept.  I haven’t decided on terms yet,”  Tank laughed as the cock began to harden again under his ministrations. Once nearly erect, he repeated the slaps forcing the cock back into a flaccid state.

Tank dropped the guillotine and rose to his feet, pulling Dan along with him.  It was getting increasingly hard to pull Dan up.  Once he had Dan upright, he pulled him over to the rope and draped his neck over the top rope.  He then locked his hands into a full nelson driving the neck into the rope.  Dan began to drool and feel lightheaded as the oxygen was cut off.  Prior to Dan passing out, Tank released the hold, leaped over the top rope to the apron.  He then maneuvered Dan so that both nipples were sitting on the top rope.  He locked his arms around Dan’s head and upper trunk in a reverse nelson.  He then began to drag Dan down the ropes giving Dan’s tits rope burn.

This maneuver instantly brought Dan back to a fully awake situation as the pain exploded in his pecs.  However, he was too beaten down to offer much resistance as Tank dragged him up and down the ropes a total of four times.  When Tank finally released Dan, he brought both arms up to his chest to try and cradle his burning and abused tits.  He took two steps back and dropped to his ass still cradling his chest.  He had tears in his eyes and running down his cheeks.

Tank hoped to the top rope in one leap, and then launched himself off the rope landing by straddling his legs around Dan’s chest and slamming his asscheeks into the pecs as Dan was smashed back into the mat.  As he hit the mat, the back of his head slammed down and he was seeing stars.

“Please no more, no more ,whatever you want, please no more,” Dan’s whines were low and pitiful.

If Tank had any he might have given some compassion, but he had other plans running in his head.  He wanted Dan on his terms and also wanted to teach him and some of the other attendees what the Demons were cable of.

He pulled Dan back to his feet and whipped him into the opposing corner where he slammed into the turnbuckle.  Almost as soon as he hit the turnbuckle, Tank slammed his shoulder into the exposed abs causing Dan to partially bend over Tank’s back. Tank immediately lifted Dan up onto his shoulder with his head hanging down the back.  He bounced around the ring, bouncing the pit of Dan’s abs into his shoulder.  He pulled Dan down and locked on a bear hug with his hands low in Dan’s back.

He followed this by spinning around and dropping Dan onto the mat, moving Tank’s hands at the last minute, and slamming down on top of Dan full force.   He stood between Dan’s legs, grabbed Dan around the lower back and lifting him up before slamming him down onto the mat.  He then rolled Dan over into a Boston crab, bouncing up and down as he held the hold.

At this point, Dan was simply moaning and occasionally screaming.  Tank dropped the legs, trapped them between his legs and then lay alongside Dan.  He put his hands around Dan’s neck and grabbed the chin.  He then flexed bending Dan like the string on a cross bow, radiating pain into the abs and back.  After tiring of that hold, he released Dan, locked Dan’s legs around his waist, grabbed the arms and pulled Dan into a swinging pendulum.  He moved around the ring so that the audience on each side could see the pain etched into Dan’s face.

He dropped Dan flat to the mat, rolled him to his back and delivered three knee drops straight into the abs.  Tank pulled Dan to his feet with almost no resistance.  Tank locked Dan into another abdominal stretch, but with his free hand he rained down punches into the abs, the balls and the cocks.  Dan had tears running down his cheeks as he begged for the action to stop.  A few in the audience were concerned, but most realized that Dan had agreed to this and so had to suffer the consequences.

Tank eased up on the hold a little bit and leaned down and whispered into Dan’s ear.  Dan shook his head no, so Tank pulled Dan back to his feet, lifted him up and dropped him ball first across the top rope.  He held onto Dan and used his hands to make sure that Dan was sitting on his balls.  Tank then began to pull Dan down the ropes applying  a rope burn but to the balls instead of the tits.

“Okay, okay, yes,  yes, FUCK yes, I give,” Dan screamed.

“You know the drill, shout out the term of your surrender,” Tank said as he continued to pull Dan down the ropes.

“I, Dan “cumface” hereby offer myself, Chad and Brice to be the property of the Demons for the next 48 hours, to be used as they see fit.”

“Louder,” Tank demanded.

“I, DAN “CUMFACE” HEREBY OFFER MYSELF, CHAD AND BRICE TO BE THE PROPERTY OF THE DEMONS FOR THE NEXT 48 HOURS, TO BE USED AS THEY SEE FIT,” Dan screamed at the top of his lungs.

Tank looked out to see Spike, Patriot, Wrestledaddy, and Bully standing near the ring.

“Did you guys hear the offer?” he asked.

They all shook there head yes, so Tank yelled, “I accept the terms of your surrender,” as he released the hold and  watched as Dan toppled from the rope to the mat.   He threw his hands up in a victory salute and received a very loud and congratulatory cheer.  The Demons were especially delighted as they now had two days of fun ahead. 

“REMEMBER THIS.  NO ONE FUCKS WITH THE DEMONS,” Tank screamed to the crowd as he took his tour around the ring and accepted the praise.

“Demons, Demons, Demons,” the other Demons began to shout soon to be joined by the crowd.

“Wow, I thought I had it bad, but I wouldn’t want to be them for the next two days,” Wrestledaddy said out loud.

“Forget that. I wouldn’t want to be cumface AFTER the 48 hours are up.  Chad and Brice are going to be pissed and out for blood,” Spike laughed.  Everyone standing in the vicinity shivered at the thought.

One of the Demons brought over a gym bag which was slipped into the ring, and then Butch entered to help “prepare” Cumface.  A heavy leather collar was applied with chains hanging down the back ending in wrist cuffs.  Each of Dan’s hands were brought around and locked into the cuffs.  Next, Butch forced an extra small cock ring around the base of the penis and the balls.  Dan screamed as his abused balls were forced through the two small ring.  Once this was in place, one of the local twinks was invited into the ring and began administering to Dan until his cock was hard and fully upright.  It was slightly red blue in color due to the tightness of the cock ring.  Dan was about to experience how pain can be erotic, but still pain.

A leash was attached to the D-ring on the front of the collar and Dan was then rolled under the bottom rope and off the ring apron.  With his hands fixed behind his back he was not able to offer much in the way of protection and slammed into the turf.  Tank exited the ring and pulled Dan to his feet. Once on his feet, Dan watched as Butch attached ankle cuffs with a short chain between them.  As Tank started walking away, Dan had to shuffle along to keep pace – just barely.

As he was lead around the ring, Dan came upon Chad being face fucked as he was attached to the ring post.  The leather guy doing the fucking was not being gentle at all.  Seeing his friend and mentor in this position brought new tears to his eyes. 

As he watched, the leather guy suddenly grunted, push his cock to the depths and then shuddered as he ejaculated.  As he pulled out, Tank lead Dan over to Chad.  He pulled Dan’s cock to a vertical position, placed it inside the d-ring, and then shoved Dan into Chad until his pubs were tickling Dan’s nose.  He placed his hands on each of Dan’s hips and began pulling and pushing so that Dan was now fucking Chad’s mouth, even if he didn’t want to. 

After several thrusts, Dan ejaculated, and Tank pulled Dan completely away and began walking away as one of the twinks in the crowd was offered Chad’s mouth.  He gladly accepted, knowing he would probably never get another chance.  As Dan shuffled along, he was mortified by what he had been forced to do and what was happening to Chad.  

Tank resumed his walk and shuffled Dan over to where Brice was attached to the ground and giving rim jobs.  The twinks who were keeping his aroused were now alternating between pleasure and light pain as they would slap the balls then stroke, massage the cock.  The pleasure/pain while also giving a rim job was playing havoc with Brice mentally.

Seeing his predicament, Dan looked at Tank, “Please, let them go, I’ll…” before Tank bitched slapped him across the face. 

“You don’t talk without permission.  You, and they, agreed to this and you are responsible for them being here.  Just remember that.  You,” Tank spoke to the Demon sitting on Brice’s face, “stand up.”  The Demon reluctantly obeyed.

“Hey Brice,” Tank sneered as Brice’s face became free, “A friend of yours want to feel that magic tongue.  Dan was then forced ass first onto Brice’s face. When Tank felt that Brice was not rimming he signaled one of the twinks who slapped at Brice’s balls, forcing Brice to start moving his tongue.  Tank knew the instant it happened as a sigh escaped Dan, along with a few more tears.

He didn’t really want to enjoy this, but the sensation was pleasurable.  After a short period of time, Tank grabbed Dan by the hair and pulled him upright.  “You can get more tongue time later,” he teased as he grabbed the leash.   A short tussle ensued as the men standing around decided who got to experience the tongue next. That is what Brice had been reduced to.

“Demons, once you have had your fun here, please feel free to take these two back to camp for tonight.  Just remember their jobs for tomorrow.”  Looking at Cumface he said, “They aren’t going to like those jobs, or you after tomorrow.  But then again they probably already don’t like you,” Tank chuckled.

Tank then tugged the leash and began the walk back toward the Demon’s compound where Dan’s real lesson was about to begin.  As Dan shuffled along he felt a small trickle of fear begin to form in his chest.

As the latest cock was emptied and removed from Chad’s mouth, one of the Demons said, “Okay, the Ref here is off limits for little while.” A large moan could be heard from the watching men.  “Just going to move him over the dungeon and then both ends will be available.”  At this a large cheer went up and the men began heading toward the dungeon.

During his confinement, leg irons had been placed on Chad as he had tried using his legs to fight people off.  In the middle of the chain, a spike had been driven into the ground keeping Chad from using his legs.  Knowing that just freeing Chad and trying to  move him would be a big risk, a collar was applied and the chain from the collar was linked to the leg irons. In this way once Chad was freed from the ring post, he would be hunched over and restricted in his movements.  Thus, he was moved over to the dungeon where he was strapped in one of the slings with his legs up against the chain leaving his asshole wide open.  In addition, his neck was bend backward giving a straight shot to the throat for any cock inserted.

Chad spent the rest of the day and a good portion of the night being double penetrated for the amusement of the crowd.  He tried to keep track, as best he could, of who participated as some retribution would be coming at some point in time.

Brice spent the remainder of the day and the evening spread eagle on the ground using his tongue to please people. He was edged for hours by the two twinks and every time the ass changed places, he would beg and plead for them to “let me cum, please.”  As it was getting time to move Brice elsewhere, the Demons alerted the twins to that fact, and they negotiated a weekend sex section with Brice once the campground week was over in return for Brice being allowed to cum. There was a mighty roar from Brice, and the crowd, when he did finally ejaculate.  The amount was prodigious and Brice was covered from his face to his groin. It looked like many people had ejaculated over him.

Unfortunately, that meant whoever was working his cock next was going to be causing pain and very little pleasure because he was supersensitive after cumming.  Brice was then relocated to the dungeon and placed under a rim chair to continue his assigned task.  In spite of multiple requests, his ass remained off limits.  However, his cock was still available and was used.

It was close to dawn the next morning, before Chad and Brice were “relieved” of their duties.  They were given a couple of hour of sleep, in bondage, before they were prepared for their next day’s activities.

Dan was led back to the Demons area of the campground and was led into Tank’s tent where there was a mattress on the ground.  As he was walked in, Tank grabbed a hand full of butt cheeks.  “I’ve been looking forward to getting into that ass since you arrived.”

As Tank stripped off his trunks and turned toward him, Dan gasped because even only semi-erect Tank had a long and thick cock.

“I…I…don’t think I can..” began Dan.

Tank grabbed him by the chin and looked deep into Dan’s eyes.  “Yeah it may be a little tough.  But believe me, everyone I want to fuck, I fuck, and I fuck balls deep.  So, you better figure out a way to relax.  And don’t think about trying to run, you asked for this and you are going to get it.”

Tank then removed the restraints except for the collar and leash and the cock ring.  He gave Dan a drink of whiskey, which Dan gulped down in one big sip, causing Tank to laugh.  Tank pushed Dan back on the mattress near the edge on his back.  He had Dan lift his legs up into the air. Tank took some lubricant and used it to wet down his cock.  As he manipulated it, his cock rose to its full length and dimension, causing Dan’s eyes to widen.  Smirking, Tank leaned down and began to massage lube into Dan’s ass gently.  He initially inserted one finger and moved it around, then two, and finally three.

Even with his tender balls and trapped cock, Dan felt waves of pleasure overcoming him.  He was sure  that wasn’t going to last.  He tensed up as he felt Tank place the tip of his cock at the opening and began to push in.

“Relax asshole,” Tank said as he slapped Dan across the face.  This distraction was just enough to allow Tank to penetrate part way in.  He then began to slowly push in and pull back at the same time he manipulated Dan’s nipples.  Once he noted that Dan was getting a far away pleasure look in his eye, Tank pulled back and then slammed full length into Dan.

“Fuuuuckkk,” screamed Dan, loud enough to be heard several tents away, as he felt as if his asshole was ripped open.  However, he quickly adjusted to the feeling as Tank began to stroke in and out.  When Tank felt Dan relax and start to get into the action, he reached down, ran his hands under Dan’s back and joined them. He then lifted upward until Tank was standing upright and Dan was impaled on his cock.  Dan instinctively wrapped his arms around Tank to get better control.

Tank pumped Dan up and down a couple of times before Tank turned and sat back on the mattress.  He then lay backward, pulling Dan down with him until Dan was resting on his chest.  He locked his arms around Dan’s chest.  He then started thrusting in and out until he felt Dan relax and start to feel pressure.

Suddenly, Dan felt a lube coated finger at his asshole as it was inserted alongside Tank’s cock.

“What the …”, Dan began but Tank interrupted him.

“Now you really need to relax boy.  Give Bear room to get in there.”

“No, no, I’ve never been double penetrated before, no, no..” Dan said as he began to squirm around.

Tank released one of his hands from around Dan’s chest,  reached up and slapped him across the face.  “You fucking agreed to this, so what you have and haven’t done and what you want and don’t want is of no concern to me.  Bear is getting in there, one way or another, so you better just concentrate on relaxing.  It’ll hurt at first, but a big slut like you will get used to it.”

While this had been happening, Bear had continued to push his finger in and out.  He slowly added a second, getting a grunt from Dan and a tightening of the sphincter.  Tank had reached around and began mauling  at Dan’s tit as he knew that was a trigger.  When Bear felt Dan relax just a little, he quickly inserted a third finger, causing Dan to tighten again.  Bear continued his manipulation with his finger, but moved his other hand between the two men and began working on Dan’s free tit.

This continued for several minutes, until Dan relaxed and began to get into the action.  Tank could feel Dan’s trapped cock getting slightly hard.  He looked over Dan’s shoulder at Bear and nodded his head.

Bear removed his three fingers from the ass.  Dan actually felt a little empty and let out a small whine.  He couldn’t see it, but Tank smirked.  His little slut was going to enjoy this even if he didn’t want to.

Bear replaced his fingers with the tip of his cock and slowly began pushing inward when Tank  thrust inward.  When he had the tip and a small part of the shaft inside the ass, he waited until Tank was ready to push in again and then slammed his cock to the pubes.

The screech that come out of Dan could be heard for some distance.  Some of the campers, smiled, some grimaced, and one or two even said “lucky devil” before returning to their activities. 

Once Bear was full inside Dan, he leaned over and lay on Dan’s back.  Dan was now the cream center in a Demon Cookie.  Although he didn’t appreciate it at first, Dan could feel Bear’s chest hairs rubbing on his back.  Bear slipped both hands between Tank and Dan and grabbed a tit with each one and began to work them.

Once his hands were free, Tank reached up and grabbed on each side of Dan’s head and pulled it downward.  Tank began very aggressively kissing Dan.  It was not smooth and gentle but rough and demanding.

Tank and Bear got into a synchronized rhythm and began roughly fucking Dan’s stretched out asshole.  At first all Dan felt was pain, but then he began to adjust to it and started feeling pleasure.  His prostate was getting the massage of its life.  Dan finally got to a place that could only be called bliss.  His eyes became glassy, he dribbled and began seriously moaning like a dog in heat.

For the next 30 minutes, the three bodies rutted in heat, with grunting, groaning, and sounds of pleasure emanating from Dan.  The three bodies were covered in man sweat.  Tank could feel Dan’s cock starting to jerk and then felt a warm sticky liquid between them as Dan ejaculated. 

“Told you that you would enjoy this, slut,” Tank laughed.  A few minutes later, Bear and Tank followed suit both unloading their biker loads into Dan’s ass.

Bear slowly pulled out and rolled over to his back.  Dan actually moaned in protest as his ass was half empty. Tank lifted Dan up and off his cock and tossed him to the mattress.  Dan rolled over and lay on his back sighing in contentment and looking up at the ceiling.  Without warning, he felt a sharp pain is his balls.

“What the fuck do you think you doing slut boy,” Tank demanded as he slapped Dan’s balls.  “You don’t have time to rest, you need to clean us up.”  He then yanked on the leash pulling Dan to the ground.  He used the leash to direct Dan between his thighs and said, “Lick and clean.”  Dan proceeded to clean up both men’s cocks, balls and armpits.  His tongue was nearly sore by the time he finished.

Once Tank was happy, he and Bear stood up and grabbed a beer.  As they walked out the door, Dan heard Tank yell “next up” followed by two more members of the Demons walking in.  Dan felt a sense of terror.  For the rest of that night Dan was double fucked followed by “cleaning up”.  By the time he was finished Dan had had fourteen cocks up his asses and in his throat.  He was mentally and physically exhausted not to mention that his balls were aching and were empty and his mouth was dry and tasted like sweat and cum.

As the last two Demons finished, Tank walked back in.  Dan looked over at him with fear in his eyes.

Tank laughed.  “Don’t worry slut boy, we are finished --- for now.  The main event is later tonight.”  That caused a shiver of fear to ripple across Dan’s body.  “For now, you have a couple of hours of sleep available.  You better use it.”  Dan lay down on the ground and was surprisingly asleep within seconds.

Dan felt like he was immediately awakened by boots tapping into his sides. 

“Come on cumface or slutboy, whichever, time to get up and go for some breakfast.  Got to get you fueled up for the day to come.”  It took Dan a minute to figure out what was going on and who was talking.

“I said GET UP and I mean NOW,”  Tank shouted as he grabbed a handful  of hair and began to pull. Dan scrambled to his feet.

Finally awake, Dan stood up feeling sore everywhere but especially his asshole which was leaking cum.  Tank grabbed the lease and headed for the front of the tent.

“If you need to take a piss, we have a portable urinal outside.”

As they exited the tent, Dan looked around and when he saw the “portable urinal” he said, “I can’t possibly…” before Tank grabbed him by the jaw and turned his head so that he was looking in his eyes. 

“For the next 36 hours, you do what the fuck you are told when you are told.  No questions, no ‘I can’t’  got it slutboy cumface.”

Dan responded somewhat dejectedly, “Yeah, I got it.” 

He then turned to use the portable urinal.  In front of him, Brice was on his knees with zip ties around his thighs so that he could not stand up.  His arms were tied wrist to elbow behind his back.  His muscles were on taut and on full display.  His cock was hard.  Attached to his head was a funnel gag with a tube inserted into the esophagus and a strap holding it in place.  Dan walked over, aimed his cock and began to take a piss into the funnel.

“I’m sor…” Dan started to say until Tank slapped him on his ass.

“You don’t talk unless asked something.  But you should be sorry.  After all, Brice is in this position because you are such a fucking wimp.  Finish up and let’s go.  Our ride is here.”

After finishing his piss, Dan was lead around the corner to their ride.  His eyes got big when he saw the contraption.  It was a carriage pulled by a human “horse”.  That horse was the 6’7” Chad.  His wrists were attached to the pull bars by cuffs as his hands were wrapped around the handle and secured with leather wraps.  He wore a body harness to give him more of that “horse” look.  His mouth was forced open by a leather covered piss gag.  Attached to each nipple was a wicked looking pair of tit clamps.  Coming off each tit clamp was a leather cord which ran to each side and back to the carriage.  Pull on the right tit, turn right, pull on the left tit, turn left, pull on both tits, go straight.  Dan also noted a rather wide ball stretcher was attached with a chain that led to a 20-pound weight laying on the ground.  Not only did Chad have to pull the carriage, he also had to pull the weight by his balls.  Chad was barefoot in the dirt and mud.

Tank walked over to the carriage, attached Dan’s leash to the back of it, he wasn’t riding in the carriage, and pulled himself into the carriage.  He picked up the reins and yelled “gee up.”  Chad began straining and pulling the carriage toward the food building.

There was a lot of hoots, hollers, jeers and some cheers as the procession made it’s way across camp.  And what a procession it was.  A large human “horse” pulling a leather clad biker in a carriage, while a sweat and cum covered naked and collared man run along behind.  That is what it looked like when they arrived at the food hut.

Tank got out of the carriage and walked toward the front.  When he got within range, he kicked Chad just behind the knees, forcing him to drop to his knees.

“This cock sleeve is available for use while we have breakfast.  So, if you want to get a nut off, better get moving.”  There was no wasted time as someone stepped up and began to use Chad’s mouth, again.

Tank walked behind the carriage, cuffed Dan’s hands behind his back, and disconnected the leash and pulled Dan toward the dinning area.  Dan couldn’t take his eyes off of Chad being helpless and used by others.  He felt a tear run down his cheek.

“Don’t be so fucking sentimental.  He’s probably enjoying the hell out of it.  You should be worrying about yourself.”  Dan doubted Chad was enjoying it.

Once they arrive at their table, Tank took a seat and indicated that Dan should kneel by his chair.  Tank ordered a full American breakfast for himself, and vitamin enriched oatmeal for Dan.  Tank talked with people at the surrounding table while awaiting his meal and ignored Dan. He received several congratulations on winning his match and a couple of thank you for the “toys” for the guys to play with.

“Don’t thank me.  Thank this loser slutboy.  He made it ALL possible.”  Dan actually blushed in shame.

When the meal arrived, Tank’s was served on an old army tray, while Dan’s was placed on the floor in a metal dog bowl.  With his hands behind his back, he would have to “slurp” it up.

“And make sure the bowl is clean and don’t miss a drop. If you get it on the floor, wipe it up with your tongue.  Got it cumface?”

“yeah, I’ve got it,” a resigned Cumface replied.

The two men then enjoyed their breakfast, well one enjoyed it.  When they were finished, Tank led Dan back out to the carriage.  Their timing was almost perfect as the naked man using Chad was just getting off.

“Sorry guys, cock sleeve is closed for now.”  A round of murmurs were heard and Chad stood and waited for Tank.  Dan was reattached to the back of the carriage and Tank climbed in.  He first directed Chad over to the shower house, where he used an outdoor water hose, with ice cold water to give Dan a morning bath.  He particularly enjoyed aiming the water at the trapped genitals.  Dan was not appreciative at all.

Tank next decided to start with a nice tour of the camp to let everyone know what was happening.  As he toured the camp, he stopped to watch Brice moving heavy stones from one side of the camp to the other. There was no need for this other than to watch Brice’s musculature straining hard at work. If he started to slack, a cattle prod to the balls would get him moving again.  He would have other uses as the day wore on. 

Tank got a decidedly evil looking smile on his face as he thought “36 more hours with these three.  Life is fucking good when you are the leader of the Demons.”  He yanked on both tit clamps at the same time which was the command for walk.  The day was turning out to be perfect – for Tank and the Demons.