The Campground: Exit Day

 

[Here is the final of Leather Week at the campground.  Only took nearly two years in real time.  Don't worry, the 2nd Annual Leather Week will be debuting shortly.  Hope you have enjoyed these adventures.]

The Campground: Exit Day

By

The Mangler

 

Chad and Brice sat in the rockers on the porch drinking coffee while watching Dan load up the SUV.  Both were wearing tight jeans, leather vests, and boots.  Dan was still wearing his bondage items, steel collar, tit clamps, ball stretcher with 10-pound weight, ankle cuffs with long chain between and wrist cuff.  His piss gag had been replaced with a ball gag.  He had stopped complaining when Brice had threatened to return him to Tank and the Demons.  He would later hopefully add leather shorts when they were ready to leave.

After packing up the cabin and loading the SUV, Dan knelt on the ground near Chad and Brice watching all the people around him leaving the campgrounds.  Many had come over to see what retribution he was going to face, but moved on once they realized nothing was happening  He heard the door next door open and turned to see Bully come out and begin to load that cabin’s SUV.  He was soon accompanied by Wrestledaddy.  Both of them were naked except for Bully’s piercings and Wrestledaddy’s chastity cage.  After the loading was completed, Bully came out of the cabin, now wearing a pair of tight leather shorts.  He walked over to the trio.

“Good morning, Mr. Chad, Mr. Brice, and Mr. Cumface.”

“That’s just cumface now.  Forget the mister shit,” Brice growled as he reached over and removed the ball gag from Dan.  “NO talking he said.”

“Spike requires me to …” Bully began before Chad interrupted.

“Don’t fucking give a damn what Spike wants.  You will not disrespect Brice and myself by calling cumface Mr. until we say so.  And if that causes an issue with Spike, that is your problem.  Got it?”

Looking into Chad’s eyes, Bully just nodded and said “Yes, Sir.”

Dan shuttered at the tone in Chad and Brice’s voice and simply nodded.  His nickname was the least of his worries.

“Okay then, back to manners.  Morning Bully.  See that you have gotten all loaded up and ready to go.  I assume Spike is still asleep,” Chad replied.

“Master Spike is still resting.  He probably will not be ready to leave until noon or so.”

“You are welcome to sit with us for a while and can invite Wrestledaddy over as well,” Brice said.

“Oh, thank you sir.  I will be happy to accept.  However, Wrestledaddy has been instructed to remain kneeling by Master Spike’s bed in case he is needed for any reason by him or Master Patriot.”

Chad and Brice just laughed.  “And I’m sure there is a whole host of needs for him.”

Bully sat down on the porch edge near Dan kneeling on the ground.

Dan started to say something but stopped.

“You may speak, but be damned careful what  you say,” Brice said.

Dan decided it was best to keep this as a social occasion so he turned to Bully and asked “Are you going to be happy to have Wrestledaddy with you?  Or is having to share the sex going to make you unhappy?”

Bully let out a full throated, from the bottom of his belly, laugh.  “That is such a funny question.  First off Master Spike is graduating so he probably will not be staying at the frat house much longer.  Secondly, I can guarantee you that being a “slave” at the frat house is nothing like the erotic stories you read on Nifty.  Most of the guys have girlfriends or boyfriends and so keep the “casual” sex to a minimum. Most significant others are not down for that.  So, while there is some sex and some hazing involved, most of the time it is cleaning the frat house, cleaning up after the guys, cooking meals and doing laundry.”

Bully took a deep breath and then continued.  “And I have to tell you, get a bunch of college guys living together and it becomes an animal house.  Most of these guys couldn’t clean if their lives depended on it.  That is where I come in and it is a never-ending battle.  Especially after the frat throws a Saturday night party.  And during football season, the weekends are never ending cycle of getting beer and cleaning up beer.  So, no I’m not going to be sorry to have a companion helping me out, Mr., err cumface.”  Bully had corrected himself after Chad growled in his direction.

“Do you have to call all the guys Mr.?” Dan asked.

“Yes.  Some of them don’t like it, but Master Spike insists.”

“Do you like being Master Spike’s boy?” Dan asked.

Brice leaned over and slapped Dan on the back of the head, hard.  “cumface, that is a very rude and loaded question.  Never, ever put someone in that spot here at the Campground, at least in public.”

Bully laughed.  “Thank you Mr. Brice, but it is okay.  Master Spike and I both know that cumface is trying to figure things out.  And Master Spike wouldn’t mind.”

“Short answer, yes, absolutely.  Longer answer is more complicated and we don’t know each other well enough for that.  Maybe if you have the nerve to come next year, we can discuss that.”  With that Bully got up and took his leave.

As Bully left, Chad said, “Showing proper respect, I like that.  From now on cumface you will preface everyone’s name with Sir of Ma’am.”

Cumface replied “Yes, Sir Chad.”

Surprisingly,  a few minutes later Spike, Bully and Wrestledaddy walked over.  Bully in his leather shorts, Wrestledaddy in a leather wrestling singlet that was bout two sizes two sizes too small, and Spike in a tank top that said “that is MR to you.”  He also wore a pair of athletic shorts, no show socks and white sneakers.  He looked like a typical preppy frat bro.  Spike sat in a chair, while the others kneeled on the ground in front of Spike.

“So, guys, how did he do this week?” Spike asked as he nodded at Dan.  “Well before his match with Tank and your times as rimmer and cock sleeve,” Spike laughed as he said the rest.

Chad and Brice gave Spike a particularly evil look.  Spike couldn’t care less.

“Overall, pretty good.  There were a couple of times I thought his head was going to twist off with all the rubbernecking.  And there were a few times he just sorta shut down for a while to try and process everything.  And then there were those times of supreme joy – usually in the wrestling ring for everybody to see,” Chad responded sarcastically.

At the last comment, Dan actually blushed and looked away.  That was something he wasn’t doing as much of.

“And then he lost his goddamn, motherfucking mind,” Brice said as he reached out and slapped Dan on the back of the head.

Spike just laughed as he reached out and ruffled Dan’s hair.  “Well coming to leather week at the campground, even if he did spend a couple of days with Choirboy beforehand, is jumping into the deep end without knowing how to swim.  Especially with you two as the lifeguards”

Brice turned his head and said “Careful there Spike.  I would hate to have to tan your gorgeous ass in front of your two boys on your last day here.”

“Fat chance of that happening, musclehead.  Besides you too allowed him to get into the ring with Tank, and paid the price.”

“We didn’t allow…” Chad began.

“Yeah you did.  You didn’t maintain control of your boy and look what happened.  .  I was surprised that you gave him as much freedom as you did.  I’m sure he learned a lesson, I just hope you two did as well,” Spike smirked.

Brice could feel as the rage started again, but took several deep breaths and calmed himself.  After all, there was some truth to that statement.

The group just sat there in silence until the sounds of leather on flesh caused them to turn.  Approaching were two naked human horses hauling a carriage.  Chad shuddered slightly at the sight as memories flooded back.  Inside the carriage was perhaps one of the most  gorgeous men they had ever seen, dressed in what appeared to be at least a $2,000 suit and super expensive shoes.  The carriage stopped just by the group.

“And you were worried about me Wrestledaddy.  Turns out you were the one who got into trouble,” the man said.

“Fuck you  BJ,” Wrestledaddy smiled back at him. 

Spike lightly slapped Wrestledaddy and said “That is Sir to you.”

“Fuck you, Sir BJ” Wrestledaddy corrected and then grinned at Spike who just let out a little snort.

“Sorry the time for that is gone for now.  How many are you bringing with you Spike?”

“There will be four.  Me, Patriot, Bully and my newest, although temporary, acquisition Wrestledaddy.”

He replied, “Well good.  My car will pick you up at the frat house on Friday morning and get you to the airfield,” BJ snapped the whip and the carriage began to move.

Dan asked, “Wa…, I mean Sir Wrestledaddy was that who I think it was??”

Spike just smiled at the correction from Dan.  Wrestledaddy just laughed.  “Yeah that was BJ, or as you may know him here at the campground ‘super slutboy’.  In “real” life he is a very successful, rich, and well known investment banker and entrepreneur.  He is usually very proper and upright.  But several times a year he takes his clothes off and becomes extremely slutty.  Usually at Fantasy Fest in Key West, Folsom Street Fair in San Francisco, Folsum in Berling, and a Gay pride here or there, but he saves the full-on slut mode for Leather week at the campground.  Here he will try just about anything once, but tries many things multiple times.”

Spike agreed.  “I haven’t heard of one thing he has turned down here yet.  And I swear he doesn’t sleep.  And I don’t know how he does that.”

“Drugs or stimulants, perhaps,” Dan suggested.

“Nope.  He detests drugs and doesn’t use them.  A little alcohol, but he is mainly fed by pent up lust, and, as he told me once, ‘making up for time when I was too confused to know what I really wanted’”  Wrestledaddy replied. 

Turning toward Spike he said, “And if I may ask, where are we going, Sir Spike?”  he asked.

“A little impertinent boy, but after watching cumface here in the ring, especially his last match, BJ has decided to take up wrestling.  So, Patriot and I are going to coach him, while you and Bully act as practice dummies.” 

As he said the last, Spike noticed Dan shiver.  He laughed.  “I see that you have had that honor.”

“I’ve done it but I wouldn’t call it an honor, Sir Spike.”  Chad, Brice and Spike all just laughed. 

Spike continued “He is determined to become the biggest jobber boy ever seen, but one who has true wrestling talent.  Of course, after your last match, he is going to have a long way to go.”  The group all laughed except for Dan who just dropped his head and blushed.  The group settled into friendly conversation as they watched the various groups leave the area.

They all looked up when the Demons walked  by on their way down to the parking lot.  There was a ton of leather, skin and tattoos on display.  Skull was near the front of the pack.  He was no longer wearing the metal collar and was dressed in jeans and a vest.  On the back loop of his jeans, a leash was attached.  The other end was attached to the ring in Samson’s nose.  Otherwise, Samson was completely naked, including no shoes.  His arms were bound behind his back and a bright red ball gag was in place.  He had  whip marks on his back and the angry brand on his ass stood out.  However, he was walking with his head held high and without hesitation.

Spike responded to the group with “I don’t have any idea where that is heading.  I thought I had a handle on the dynamics over there but obviously I don’t.”

Chad looked over and said “I don’t think they even know where it is going.  But one way or another, it is going to work itself out.  Not everybody is going to be happy about it, but as least a resolution will have happened.”

Brice contributed, “Well, I certainly hope it works out for Samson.  I used to like most of the sons of bitches but now I’m rooting for him.  I’m still not sure what the fuck he was thinking with that match.” 

Chad replied, “Yeah, I know what you mean, but I’m sure he had his reasons.”

Tank was in the back of the group.  As he looked up at the cabin, he yelled over, “Hey, cumface, cock sleeve and urinal.  You sure you guys don’t want to go with us.  Fun time for all.  All of the Demons that is.”  He then laughed.

Chad stood as if to charge the group, but Brice reached out a hand to stop him.

“You just fucking make sure you’re here next year, and I’ll fucking show you your goddamned place,” Chad challenged as he shot a bird in Tank’s direction.

Tank and the group just laughed.  “Anytime you want.  And let’s hope you can wrestle better than you can ref.  I’ve already set us up as the first match, if you have the cajones.  We’ll discuss terms then.”  As he said the last, Tank did not fail to notice the bulge in Chad’s jeans seemed to be a little larger than when they first started walking by.  He just smirked and the group marched on.

“Ahhhhh, are they going to let Samson,” Dan began before Brice slapped him upside the head again. “SIR Samson wear some clothes?  I mean he could be arrested otherwise,”  Dan asked

“That is his problem.  I doubt the Demons would give two fucks either way,” Spike replied.  “Lots of anger, ire and resentment over there.”

“What the fuck,” Brice said as he felt a hand on his chest and whipped around raising his fists. While they had been focused on the demons, two twinks, Rob and Chuck, had walked up behind Brice and Rob had reached around and twisted Brice’s new tit ring.

“Ah, Bricey baby, you don’t need no fists here,” Rob said as he stepped up to Brice and kissed him on the lips.  Chuck chuckled as he reached in and grabbed a tit.

“Uhh, umm sorry,” Brice said very softly.  Spike chuckled which got him a withering look from Brice.

“We just wanted to say a proper goodbye,” Rob replied.  He then dropped his head down and sucked one tit and tit ring into his mouth.  Brice just groaned but didn’t try to stop him.

“Yeah, and we wanted to see that beautiful new artwork on your ass,” Chuck said and he began to unbuckle Brice’s pants.   Brice reached around to stop him, but Chuck looked him in the eye and pushed the hands away.  Brice allowed him push his hands away without resistance and continue to unbuckle Brice’s pants and drop them to his ankles.

Rob and Chuck then walked around and looked at the tattoo on Brice’s muscular ass. 

“Oh, looks so good, don’t you think Rob.  To be immortalized on such a strong muscular ass,” Chuck said and he ran his hand over the tattoo.  He took his other hand and reached around and stroked Brice’s pierced cock which responded to the stimulation.  

Brice just stood there, somewhat blushing, horrible embarrassed but didn’t say a thing.  These two little twinks had power over him and Brice and they knew it.

“We’ll call to set up that weekend you promised us,” Rob said as the twinks walked away after gently pulling on both tit rings eliciting a lust filed groan from Brice.

Brice pulled up his pants and ignored the laughter and catcalls from the people surrounding him.  He did look over to see that Dan wasn’t participating and was looking away.

“Oh goody, goody, here comes that scumbag Choirboy,” Spike sneered.  “You look much better on your knees with your mouth open,” he shouted.

“Oh, here is short, stupid and microdick himself,” Choirboy replied.

He continued walking over.  Following behind him was Kyle, shuffiling along still in heavy bondage and on a leash.

“Hey, Chad, Brice, I had a favor to ask cumface here if that’s okay.  But, I don’t think that will work anymore.”

“You can ask him, but we get final say.”

“Listen up cumface, I have to go up north for a week or so. Bondage boy here needs to get back to work, but I don’t trust him alone.  Would you be willing to take him back and, take care of him for me?”

Kyle’s eyes got larger and he shook his head back and forth.

Dan stood up and walked over.  He grabbed Kyle by the chin and turned his head so that they were looking eye to eye.  He got an evil look on his face.  “I would be more than happy to take care of Sir bondage boy………for you.”

Choirboy stepped over, and imitating Dan, reached up and grabbed his chin.

“Listen up, cumface.  He is still mine and not yours.  So, cool your damned jets.  You can have a little fun, but not much else.  Got it??”

Dan just stared for a while then said “Yeah, I got it.  But I am going to get some revenge.”

Chad growled and Dan added, “Sir.”

“Fine but don’t piss me off.”  Choirboy then handed him some keys on a keychain.  “They should unlock all the locks you need to unlock, but be careful with this one,” he said grabbing the chastity device.  “He might shoot all over you when you take this one off.”

“Then maybe I’ll just leave it on.”

“Whatever you want,” Choirboy said.  Kyle looked with panic between Choirboy and Dan.  Choirboy laughed as he walked off still laughing.

“Take your knee pads with you for your trip up north,” Spike yelled.  “You know you’re going to need them.”

Choirboy just shot him the bird.

Dan reached up and stroked Kyle’s face.  “This is going to be fun.” He then led Kyle over to the corner of the porch.  “Stay.”  He then walked back to the gang.

Chad held out his hand toward Dan and Dan reluctantly dropped the keys into them.

“You ain’t doing shit, cumface.  Brice and I will take care of bondage boy here. You sure as hell don’t deserve any consideration or favors and certainly no fun.”

Brice looked over at Spike. “What’s up between you and Choirboy?  Anything in particular or just Choirboy being Choirboy.”

“He doesn’t like that Bully hooked up with me and when he tried to get him back I stopped him.”  Spike didn’t say anything else.

Spike looked at around at the group.

“I’m a little surprised that cumface there is free and looks unpunished after the latest escapades.”

Brice looked over at Dan and gave him a look that caused Dan to shiver.  He was shivering a lot.  His mind was thinking about all the possibilities.

“That’s because cumface’s punishment is yet to cum and is probably going to be mainly in private.  These damned fuckers,” Brice nodded to the campground in general, “have had enough fun at our expense.  But everyone, and I mean EVERYONE will eventually know what happened.”  Dan once again looked down at the ground, blushed and fidgeted.

Shortly thereafter the group watched as Angle and the skinhead contingent walked from deeper in the campground.  There were so many bald heads that the reflection from the sun was almost blinding.  That is except for one very muscular, and very naked man who had a chain and lock around his cock and balls and was trailing after Angel.  Not that he particularly wanted to be there, but Tank had told Angel he could keep him for 2 weeks if the guy agreed.  When the guy looked skeptical, Tank informed him that he and the Demons would then be even.  The man sighed in relief  that he would be out of debt to the Demons and agreed.  He then looked at Angel and new things weren’t going to be so easy.  Tank winked at Angel and knew that two weeks would be plenty of time to convince the man that just maybe he wanted to stay around longer.

At this time, the cabin door next door opened and Patriot walked out.  Both Chad and Brice thought he was a hot little fuck, just like Spike.  Patriot waved at the group sitting on the porch and motioned toward the car.

“Looks like my partner in crime is ready to go,” Spike intoned.  “Okay, you two say your goodbyes and move your asses.”  He then walked over to the SUV where Patriot was waiting.

“Bye guys, see you when I see you,” Wrestledaddy said.

“Goodbye Mr. Chad and Mr. Brice.” Bully then looked at Cumface Dan. “cumface, I’m certainly glad I’m not you right now, but I enjoyed meeting you.  Hopefully I will see you again sometimes.”  Bully then walked over and gave Dan a hug.  Bully turned as he started to walk off.  “Hope to see you all here next year.”

Chad said “Well two of us anyway.  I have a score to settle with Tank.  Not sure this one’s ever going to want to show up here again or not,” he said as he motioned at Dan.

Brice then interjected, “Maybe after you settle things with Tank, we can convince Spike and Patriot to take us on in a tag team bout.  Would love to get my hands on those two short kings.”

Chad just chuckled.  “You and me both, but Tank comes first.”

Shortly thereafter, Chad, Brice and a still naked Cumface were seen hopping in their SUV and headed toward home and their next adventures – probably a lot of fun for two and not so much for one.  Or maybe it would be, who knows.