Campground 2:
Chad vs Tank
By
The Mangler
It was the first full day of Leather Week at the
campground and to say that interest in the upcoming wrestling match was at an
all-time high was saying a whole hell of a lot. People started showing up for the "fight
of the week" a couple of hours before the start time so that they could
get a good spot to watch. A six-foot
"safety border" had been decreed around the ring and many people
tried to "cheat" and get closer.
However, the orange-vested "safety" officers set those people
straight. The one unwritten rule at the
campground was that you did not interfere with the "orange people" or
you would find yourself banned from the grounds and possible future gatherings.
There had even been a couple of minor fights for position
but things had finally settled down until there was some peace. However, as fight time approached the
atmosphere became louder and more intense. This was probably the largest turnout for a
match at the campground as it was a carryover from the final events of the
previous season's leather week. There
was a loud chorus of boos as Spike, along with his friend Patriot, joined the
audience. He was unaffected by them.
Everyone turned as they saw Chad walking toward the ring. Chad was a bear of a man, standing 6'7" and weighing in at 320 pounds and with a body covered with hair. Since his last appearance at the campground, his body hair had grown back in, but he kept the hair on his head at a buzz cut. He had also put on about 20 pounds of muscle under the guidance of his friend Brice. He was dressed in a blue wrestling singlet that was tight in all the right places. In general, Chad was a "reasonable" man, but the look on his face, as he walked toward the ring, said nothing except reasonable.
As Chad got about ½ way to the ring, Butch, a member of
the Demons, stepped out of the crowd behind him and delivered a pump handle up
between his legs slamming his balls up into his pelvis. As Chad grunted and bent slightly forward,
Skull, another member of the Demons, ran up beside him, jumped up, and locked
his head under Skull's armpit before proceeding to the ground and slamming
Chad’s head into the turf. No sooner had
Skull and Chad hit the turf than Samson, a slave to the Demons, pulled Chad’s
head up and locked it between his thighs.
He reached over and grabbed Chad around the waist and lifted him up
before piledriving him to the turf.
As Chad was dropped onto his back, Butch grabbed each
ankle, pulled them up, and then dropped a head drop between the legs slamming
into the balls again. Chad tried to sit
up after the slam but was dropped back to the turf by a clothesline from Skull,
followed by Samson doing a leg drop across Chad’s head.
Butch and Skull pulled a non-resisting Chad to his feet
and executed a double suplex to the ground which Samson followed up with a frog
splash after two other demons had tossed Samson into the air.
Chad was now barely conscious and in a world of trouble
and the match hadn't officially begun.
Most of the crowd, however, didn't really care about that and were
looking forward to what Tank and the Demons had planned for Chad during the
match and afterward.
While laughing, the three Demons picked up the barely conscious
Chad and delivered him to the ring where they tossed him up and over the top
rope and watched as he slammed down onto the mat with the back of his head
impacting hard. As he lay there not
moving, they walked back to where the other Demons were waiting to a large
round of cheers and fist bumps.
Across the way, Tank was jogging from the prep tent down
to the ring. Tank was the leader of the Demons. He was a 45-year-old, rough-looking burly man
who was 6'1" and 210 pounds. As the
leader of the Demons, everyone knew he had to be a tough guy. He was wearing a
pair of blood-red square-cut trunks.
As Tank began down the “aisle”, which formed from the
audience parting ways, he picked up his pace, until suddenly he was pitching
forward slamming into the turf as someone had stuck their leg out and tripped
him. He managed to avoid breaking his
nose only at the last minute by rotating his head but still landing on the turf
took some wind out of him. The rest of
the wind was expelled as the tripper delivered a full-strength kick between the
thighs with a pair of steel-tipped boots.
The kicker was Chuck was one of the two twinks who had
developed some sort of hold over Brice, Chad’s good friend and fuck buddy. Chuck was 5’ 8” tall and weighed 110 pounds
soaking wet. He looked to be about 16
years old so he was carded constantly, but him and his pal Stu, also a twink,
were experts at edge play and inducing pleasure. They had been hired by Tank last year to help
keep Brice occupied during the Tank vs Dan match and to help with his
“punishment” after Dan lost the match.
Somehow during these exchanges, they had exerted an almost magical spell
over Brice who could refuse them almost nothing, including allowing them to
tattoo his ass cheek with the “twink” flag which he was initially ashamed to
show but now wore with pride.
Those nearby could hear the rush of air from Tank’s lungs
as the air was expelled. Chuck stepped
back and bent over where Stu, who had come running down the aisle, used his
back as a stepping stool as he leaped into the air and splashed down on Tank’s
back. Each of the twinks then grabbed a
wrist, pulled the arms up and back while placing their feet on the lower back,
and leaning back. Tank was in a 2-man
version of the surfboard. While the
twinks were applying the hold, Brice came around, clad only in a leather
jockstrap, and sat on the ground in front of Tank and wrapped his thighs around
his head making sure Tank’s face was embedded in Brice’s balls. Brice had deliberately not taken a shower today. Once he had his thighs wrapped, he locked
them down and began squeezing as hard as he could even occasionally lifting off
the crowd with his arms being his only means of support.
Tank felt like his head was going to explode, he was
having difficulty breathing and what breath he was getting smelled like man
funk – not necessarily a bad smell in the right situation, but this definitely
wasn’t the right situation. The three
could feel when Tank approached passing out and on a signal from Brice, the
twinks pulled harder and Brice squeezed tighter. Tank went limp and the three men released
their holds. Brice went to Tank’s feet,
reached up and untied Tank's trunks, and pulled them off leaving him only in
his jock strap which surprisingly was also blood red.
After removal of the trunks, the twinks pulled Tank
upright to his knees, where Brice locked his arms around the lower back and
lifted up, placing Tank into a bear hug.
Brice was a very muscular dude and had tremendous strength. The pain in Tank's back awakened him, but he
was still groggy and out of it. After
twisting back and forth several times, Brice dropped Tank down onto his
outstretched knee with each of Tank's legs on either side of the knee,
resulting in Tank's entire weight landing on his ball. Tank again screamed and passed out.
Brice released the arms and flung Tank face down. With the twink’s help, he forced each of Tank’s
arms down one leg hole of the trunks, pulled them up over the elbow, and tied
the trunks tight trapping Tank’s arms behind his back.
The three then picked Tank up and delivered him to the
ring, rolling him under the ropes as Chad was tossed over the ropes on the
other side. Many in the crowd cheered,
some for the pre-match attack on Tank, others on the amazing view a muscular
Brice presented clad only in his jockstrap and with his ass tat on full
display. Or maybe even Tank in his
blood-red jock.
It took a moment, but finally both sets of attackers
realized that their man had also been attacked.
Each set started into the ring to help their guy, but all six men were
pulled back by members of the audience who were intrigued by the start of this
match. The other members of the Demons
started toward the ring but were confronted by the orange-vested safety
officers and forced back to their spot.
It was made very clear to all the attackers that any in-ring involvement
would not be tolerated and would result in expulsion not to mention loss of the
match.
The bar bouncer who had been chosen to ref this match, a
big daddy bear of a man, was back in his tent contending with Angel and the
skinheads who had stripped him down and tied him to a spike driven into the
ground. The other end of the chain was firmly
attached to his ball harness s and his hands had been handcuffed behind his
back. His jockstrap had been used to gag
him. He was silent and trapped.
“Can’t I stay and play with him,” Ace asked of Angel,
their leader. “He is just the type I
like to dominate.”
“No, you can’t. At
least until the match is over with, then….”
Maximus was shouting obscenities through his gag.
The skins left the tent with Ace and Lucifer taking up stances
on either side of the entrance to make sure no one entered. Fortunately, the two could still see the ring
so they could watch the action.
“What the fuck,” Angel laughed as he exited the tent and looked
down into the ring and saw the combatants.
He finally figured out what happened and laughed even louder. “Oh man, this is going better than
expected. This should be one hell of a
show.”
Chad started coming around in the ring but was still
disoriented. He slowly sat up and looked
around finally focusing on Tank laying on the other side of the ring. He used the ropes to pull himself to his feet
and wandered over to where Tank lay taking notice that he was clad only in a
jockstrap. Seeing him trussed up he
glanced out into the audience where Brice and the Twinks gave him the thumbs-up
sign.
This being the campground, and thinking of last year's
actions, Chad had no compulsion about taking advantage of the situation. He grabbed Tank by the biceps and pulled him
to his knees.
Tank had been rather slow to come around but had just
finished assessing his situation when he felt Chad grab both biceps and pull
him to his knees. He realized that his
hands were tied behind his back.
“Oh, big man, going to take advantage of a tied-up
opponent?” Tank sneered.
Chad delivered a pointed kick into the abs as he said
“Yep.” He repeated the kick several more
times preventing Tank from bending forward by using his head as leverage. He pulled Tank to his feet, lifted him in a
cross-body check, and dropped him abs first down across his knee. He did this twice more.
Next, he picked up both of Tank's ankles, pulled them up,
and dropped a headbutt directly into the
balls.
“Fuuckk” Tank cried.
“You’ll pay for that big man.”
"Probably not," Chad replied as he repeated the
move. He then picked Tank up and trapped
him in the corner in a tree of woe. Once
he had him in position, he began pounding the abs with a combination of
punches, knees, elbows, and stomps.
Tank's fellow demons were screaming at Chad about the
"unfair, illegal moves." Every
time any of them tried to approach the ring, the orange-vested safety guys
stopped them. After the last knee, Chad
reached down and felt the abs which were still intact but tender. He pulled Tank's feet from under the top rope
and flung him face down onto the mat.
He rolled Tank to his back, sat him up, and locked on a
sleeper hold. He intended to end this
quickly, much to the fans' dismay.
Unfortunately, Tank had other ideas. He managed to maneuver his hands down to
Chad's groin, reach back, and lock on a ball claw.
Chad screamed as Tank cinched down on the balls as hard
as he could. Chad dropped the hold and
delivered a forearm to the back of Tank’s head.
He had to do this twice more before Tank released his balls. When the balls were released, Chad scampered
backward so that he was out of Tank’s reach.
Tank dropped to the mat and scooted under the ropes onto
the grass verge around the ring.
Unfortunately for him, he rolled out on the side where Brice, and the
two twinks, Stu and Georgie, were located.
As he hit the grass, the three of them approached and the orange safety
guys let them pass.
Stu and Chuck stood on either side of Tank, grabbed him,
and lifted up dropping him back in a suplex.
As soon as he hit the ground, Brice dropped a knee into the abs. As Brice stood from the knee drop, the twinks
dropped down and each executed a double ab claw such that Tank now had 4 claws
applied.
Seeing the three going after Tank, the Demons started in
that direction, but the orange-vested safety guys stopped them, except for
Butch, Skull, and Samson. Realizing that
the three of them were free to go, they charged around the ring where Skull
delivered a flying drop kick to Brice who had just regained his feet. The force of the kick sent him backward where
he ran into the ring post, striking his head.
Samson and Butch each grabbed one of the twinks by the
hair and yanked them up to their feet.
Butch and Samson then turned so that the twinks were facing Skull who
had just regained his feet. Skull lashed
out and drove a boot into each of the twinks balls eliciting loud screams. When Butch and Samson released the twinks
they dropped to the ground cuddling their balls and moaning.
Skull turned back to Brice lifted him up, turned around,
and delivered a power slam to the grass landing on top of him. He then sat astride Brice's abs and began a
series of punches to the head and neck.
Brice used his hands to protect himself as much as possible.
Butch and Samson went over to Tank and sat him up. They then began working on the trunk cords
until they had untied them and pulled the trunks down and off Tank’s arms. He was now free. They massaged his arms and shoulders while he
massaged his nuts.
“Thanks guys,” Tank said as they helped him stand. Looking into the ring he saw Chad across the
ring holding his nuts and he knew how he felt.
Tank slid back into the ring while telling his guys "Take care of
them."
“With pleasure boss,” the three replied.
However, as soon as Tank was back in the ring, the
orange-vested guys came over and forced the three to stop all action and made
them return to their side of the ring reminding everybody "no in-ring
interference."
It appears as though this had just become a lumberjack
match with Chad's friends in the disadvantage size-wise. Once Brice and the twinks had recovered they
were pushed back as well. They could now
only watch the action. No one noticed
Spike and Patriot speaking to the orange vested safety guy who initially was
shaking his head no, but by the end of the conversation was shaking it yes. The greenbacks slipped to him probably made
him change his mind.
As soon as Tank slid under the bottom rope, Chad charged
across the ring and began stomping down onto his lower back. Tank rolled over and as Chad's foot came
down, Tank grabbed it and twisted causing Chad to have to sidestep to maintain
his balance. When Chad sidestepped, Tank
pushed upward with all the force he could imagine on the foot and leg causing
Chad to drop backward to the mat, with Tank not letting go of the foot. When Chad hit the mat, Tank grabbed the other
foot, split Chad's legs, and drove his forehead into the exposed balls
eliciting a scream from Chad.
When Tank got up to his knees, Chad kicked out with all
his power forcing Tank backward and dropping him to the mat. Both guys quickly rose from the mat until
they were standing on their feet facing each other across the ring.
The two wrestlers slowly approached each other and Tank
raised his right hand in a challenge for a test of strength which Chad accepted
by raising his left hand. As they got
close to each other, Tank kicked out with his left foot at the same time Chad
kicked out with his right. Both feet
made contact pushing the two wrestlers back from each other, but giving neither
wrestler an advantage.
Both wrestlers chuckled as Tank once again issued the
challenge. Chad accepted and this time
all four hands were interlocked.
Initially, Chad was using his height to his advantage, but then Tank was
able to "reverse" the hold, by dropping and twisting their hands
downward which gave Tank the advantage as he pushed upward actually forcing
Chad to his toes.
As Chad struggled to regain control, Tank quickly stamped
his right foot down onto Chad’s left instep causing Chad to lift that foot
throwing his balance off which Tank capitalized on by twisting toward Chad's
opposite foot, causing Chad to completely lose balance and crash to the
mat. Tank held onto Chad's hands as they
went down to the mat preventing Chad from using his arms to break the force of
the fall. Chad initially landed on his
right shoulder where Tank twisted him to his back and Tank slammed his butt
down into Chad's abs.
Tank released the hands and quickly locked on a double
pec claw making sure his fingers dug deep under the muscle. In addition to squeezing as hard as he could,
he also lifted up as if trying to pull the muscle off the chest. Chad screamed and brought his hands in to
grab Tank’s wrist. As soon as he did,
Tank lifted his ass off of Chad and then slammed back down winding Chad.
Chad began rolling slightly back and forth to try and
unbalance Tank. Tank released the pec
claws, joined his hands together, and slammed them down into the solar plexus
causing Chad to empty his lungs. As soon
as Tank's hands hit the plexus, he slipped off of Chad slid up, and locked
Chad's head into a reverse headlock making sure that Chad’s mouth was covered
by his hairy stinky pit.
As Chad tried to take in deep breaths all he could smell
was the sweaty pits and the amount of air he got was small. He had to take several quick breaths as he
was starting to get a little dizzy. As
Tank realized that Chad was slowly getting his breath back, he pulled Chad to
his feet, locked his hands low around the back, and began squeezing and
lifting. He had Chad locked into a bear
hug. Once he had him in the air, he
began to twist back and forth shaking Chad like a rag doll increasing the pain
in the back.
Tiring of holding the bigger man up, Tank turned toward
the farthest turnbuckle and charged across the ring. Right before reaching the corner, Tank
released his hands and moved them to the side, allowing Chad's lower back to
slam into the top turnbuckle where he remained trapped by Tank's body pushing
against him. Tank stood slightly back,
dropped his right hand, and clamped down onto Chad's package as he allowed Chad
to slide down the turnbuckle until he was standing on the mat.
The audience could see Tank’s bicep grow and contract as
he squeezed down onto the balls. Chad
screamed and started to drop his hands toward his groin. Tank reached with his left hand, grabbed the
back of Chad’s skull, and pulled Chad's head downward where he locked it under
his arm. He then turned slightly and
flipped Chad over and onto the mat using his balls as leverage to push him
upward. Chad bounced as he hit the
mat. Tank grabbed both ankles, lifted
them up, and delivered a series of stomps into the right upper thigh near the
groin with the last stomp being into the balls.
He then dropped the other leg, stood on the ankle, and
pushed the damaged leg as hard as he could trying to split Chad in half. The muscles in the upper thigh were stretched
to their limits. He wrenched for some
time before dropping the leg to the mat where he grabbed the ankle and held the
leg down as he delivered a series of knees into Chad’s upper thigh doing more
damage to the leg. Chad tried scootching
toward the ropes and was finally able to grab the bottom rope and used that to
pull himself away from Tank.
Tank had other plans, however, so he grabbed both ankles
and slid under the ropes and dropped to the grass outside the ring. He then jerked straight back such that Chad
slide out of the ring, and was suspended for a moment in the air before he
slammed down on his back. As soon as
Tank was out of the ring, Butch and Skull rushed over and when Chad hit the
ground they each grabbed an ankle and then dropped to the ground, splitting the
legs brutally apart. Just before Butch
and Skull released the legs, Tank slammed a stomp down into the upper thigh
again. It was obvious that he was trying
to limit Chad’s mobility.
On the other side of the ring, Brice, Stu, and George
began moving as soon as Tank had exited the ring. Brice was in front of the group so he didn't
see the twins grab their balls and drop to the ground when Spike and Patriot
pump-handled them as they passed. Spike
and Patriot continued around the opposite side of the ring than Brice without
any interference from the orange-vested guys.
When Stu and Chuck recovered and tried to advance the orange-vested guys
stopped them.
Brice came around the ring to face Tank who had turned
toward him. Unfortunately, Brice had not
realized that Samson had blended back into the crowd so he started to run past
him. As he came even with him, Samson
charged toward him, slamming into Brice’s side and forcing him into the ring
edge. Brice felt like he had been run
over by a semi and collapsed to the grass.
Spike and Patriot came around the ring just as Butch and
Skull had recovered their feet. The four
wrestlers then met up in a series of punches, throws, grabs, and anything else
they could manage. None of the wrestlers
were able to get a clear advantage but all four were kept occupied.
After Brice had hit the ground, Tank and Samson had
pulled him up and delivered a suplex to the ground momentarily stunning
him. Under Tank’s direction, Samson
picked Chad up and slid him back into the ring near one of the posts. He and Tank each grabbed an ankle and
crotched Chad against the post. As soon
as that had been done, Samson had dropped the ankle and returned to Brice who
was almost to his feet. Samson
clotheslined him back to the ground.
Tank grabbed an ankle, pulled outward, then slammed the
damaged upper thigh into the ring post several times. After the last slam, he placed a figure four
on Chad, with Chad’s legs wrapped around the post and Tank’s shoulders on the
ground. Tank would pull his shoulders up
off the ground and hold them as long as he could before settling them back down
and then repeating the movement. With
each lift of his shoulders, Chad would scream.
With Spike, Patriot, and Brice could hear the screams,
they were being kept occupied by the Demons and couldn't really get over to
help. Tiring out from hanging in the
air, Tank released the hold, slammed the thigh twice more before turning and
seeing Brice was occupied and had his back toward him, he slammed an arm up
between Brice’s legs pump handling him.
He then slid back into the ring.
As soon as Tank re-entered the ring, the orange-vested
safety guys blew a whistle and moved in to separate the lumberjacks. Just before being pulled away, Samson
delivered a final kick into Brice's already abused balls. Once they were all separated the Demons
returned to their side, while Spike and Patriot had to help Brice up and assist
him back to their side.
“What the goddamned fuck,” Stu started screaming as soon
as Spike and Patriot got near them.
“Chad needed someone with some real experience to help
him out, not some twinky experts at edging and sex play,” Spike sneered.
Stu started toward the duo when Brice, still being held
by Spike and Patriot, murmured “He’s right you know. The Demons would have eaten you guys alive
over there.” He winched as he finally
stood completely upright and stepped forward.
“But, but we…” Chuck began.
"Stow it guys.
I know you want to help and I'll make it up to you later, but for now,
we have to do what is right for Chad.
And that is Spike and Patriot."
Stu and Chuck cared more about what happened to Brice than
to Chad and were only helping Chad because he was Brice's friend so they stood
down. However, they were steamed at the
low blows and were going to neither forgive nor forget. They did reach out and began to massage and
caress Brice while murmuring "poor baby," "hope those balls are
okay," and other such phrases.
Spike and Patriot just shrugged their shoulders and turned to watch the
action.
Luckily for Chad, the playing field between the
lumberjacks was more even now.
After getting back into the ring, Tank grabbed Chad by
the wrists and pulled him out of the corner.
He grabbed Chad's legs and reapplied the figure four and dropped to the
mat. He reached up to the second rope,
grabbed it with both hands, and lifted off the mat increasing the pressure to
Chad's knee and thigh.
Chad screamed as he knew he was in trouble. As Tank used the ropes to pull himself up
again, Chad did a sit-up, wrapped his right arm around the leg between his
thighs, and pulled his upper body forward.
This increased the pressure on his knee, but more importantly, it
allowed him to use his left hand to begin hammering fists into Tank's
balls. Although they weren't full force,
Tank felt the effect and after the third blow, he dropped the ropes and
released the figure four. Chad dropped
back to the mat.
Tank stood and began to deliver stomps into the damaged
knee and thigh while screaming, “You
goddamned mother fucking son of a bitch.”
He was also cupping his balls.
Tiring of that he went and began to pull an unresisting Chad to his
knees.
Once on his knees, Chad unexpectedly delivered a pump handle
between Tanks’ legs. While he was indeed
in a great deal of pain, he had been exaggerating it hoping to lull Tank into a
false sense of security and it had worked.
Tank dropped Chad's head, stepped back, and slightly bent
over. Chad reached down grabbed both
ankles and jerked toppling Tank to his back.
Chad slid around to Tank's side where he placed both hands on the lower
chest and upper abdomen and pushed, sliding Tank under the ropes and to the
ground.
Fortunately, Tank landed on Chad's side of the ring so
Brice, Spike, and Patriot were immediately on him. Brice immediately grabbed one ankle, lifted it
up, and pushed it outward, opening up Tank's inner thigh where he began to
deliver kicks with the toe of his boot.
He finished by dropping an elbow into the muscle. His goal was to make Tank as handicapped as
Chad was.
Samson, Butch, and Skull came charging around the ring
toward the group. Spike stood waiting on
his side of the ring to meet them as Patriot went to assist Brice. When the trio neared the last ring post they
had to move around, Spike began running toward it and at the last minute,
leaped forward, grabbed the post with both hands, and slung himself around the
corner slamming into Samson, who was in the lead, in the upper chest. This threw him backward where he also took
out Butch and Skull as all three hit the grass.
Meanwhile, Brice had grabbed the leg he was working on,
bent the knee and used his strength to lift Tank off the ground with the single
leg. Patriot immediately started
slamming fists and knees into the muscle near the groin occasionally directing
a slap into the balls. Tiring of this,
Brice dropped Tank to the ground where he grabbed one ankle and Patriot grabbed
the other and the two dropped down doing a leg split.
After the trio had hit the ground, Spike leaped onto
Samson where he began delivering a series of punches and forearms. Butch and Skull rose and chose to ignore
Spike and headed around the ring to try and rescue Tank. Chad slid out the other side of the ring at
Brice’s request but was unsure why.
Brice and Patriot then lifted Tank up, placed his knee over the second
rope, and trapped the ankle behind the bottom rope. Tank was now dangling his full weight from
the one leg and Chad realized that if he had been inside the ring, the orange
vests would have forced the trio away from Tank.
After hanging Tank by his leg, Patriot had charged toward
the two Demons approaching and had launched himself in the air slamming his
chest into one of the Demons and his legs into the other forcing them
backward. This gave Brice a chance to
deliver a couple of fists into the thigh before he locked on a claw with both
hands into the thigh. He squeezed,
pushed, and pulled as much as possible causing Tank to twist in pain.
Patriot was on his feet when Skull slammed into him at a
full charge, driving both of them down to the ground, thus allowing Butch to
continue until he delivered a blow to the back of Brice's head breaking the
claw hold. He then grabbed Brice from
behind and attempted to deliver a suplex, but Brice grabbed the ropes
preventing the move from being completed.
Skull began trying to slam fists into Patriot who was doing his best to
block them with his hands.
On the other side of the ring, Samson now had Spike in a
tight bear hug as he tried to squeeze the life out of him. Chad looked over and saw what was happening
with Spike and what Butch was trying to do, so he slid back under the bottom
rope. This immediately caused the orange
vests to blow their whistles and demand the action among the lumberjacks
stop. Samson reluctantly dropped Spike
to the ground.
Realizing that the suplex wasn’t going to happen and that
the safety guys were demanding a break, Butch sat Brice down on the ground and
removed his hands. As soon as Butch did
so, Brice kicked his leg backward slamming into Butch’s balls dropping him to
his knees. Next, he stepped away from
both Tank and Butch with his hands up showing he wasn't doing anything
anymore. Samson and Skull walked around
the ring to help Butch get up and walk back to their spot. As they walked by Patriot who was just getting
to his feet, Samson reached out, locked his hand around Patriot's throat, and
delivered a choke slam to the grass earning himself a warning from one of the
orange vests. Samson just smiled and
continued on his way. Finally, all six
men were back where they were supposed to be.
Chad exited onto the ring apron where he used his good
foot to slam several blows into the thigh/groin junction. He finally reached over and unhooked the
ankle from the ropes, causing Tank to slip to the ground where Chad immediately
joined him. All six of the other men were
on the move, but Chad had lifted Tank, slid him back into the ring, and hopped
on the apron before any contact could be made.
Chad climbed back in the ring and walked around trying to
loosen up and get some relief to his leg, while Tank sat up and was massaging
his thigh.
The two wrestlers slowly circled each other trying to
figure out how to get an advantage. Both
were favoring a leg. Each one made a
feint but they had not actually made contact yet. Suddenly Chad felt himself falling forward
but managed to get his hands out in front of him. As he passed one spot in the ring, Butch had
managed to get by the orange-vested guys, run up to the ring and reach in and
grab Chad by the ankle tripping him.
Immediately the orange-vested guys were on him and several punches were
thrown his way as he was forced back to the crowd. He was threatened with eviction for any more
in-ring contact.
Seeing what was happening, Chad’s boys tried to get in
the action but were effectively stopped so that no contact was made.
As soon as Chad hit the mat, Tank charged over and
delivered three stomps to the lower back before dropping in a knee. He pulled Chad to his feet, lifted him in a
cross-body hold, and charged across the ring slamming the back into the
turnbuckle before dropping Chad to the mat.
Tank looked out at his guys and nodded his head toward the opposite side
of the ring. He then kicked Chad under
the ropes and out of the ring.
As soon as Chad hit the ground, Brice started around the
ring one way and Spike and Patriot the other.
The Demons had been ready and also split their attention with Samson
headed toward Brice while Butch and Skull were headed toward the other
two. The combatants met well before
Brice and his gang could get close to where Chad and now Tank, who also exited
the ring, were. When the six guys met it
became essentially a slug fest with no one really getting any advantage.
Tank was okay with that because what he wanted was Chad
outside the ring. He pulled Chad to his
feet and ran him back first into the ring edge.
He pulled him forward and rammed back twice more. He then picked Chad up in a cross body and
charged down to the opposite ring post slamming the back into it. He then turned and went to the other ring
post. He did this a total of five times before rolling Chad back into the ring
following him in.
When the orange vests started the whistles to separate
the six men, it was simply ignored. It
took considerable force to get all six men apart and on their way back toward
their area. No one had gotten any
appreciable advantage although Brice ended up with a bloody nose.
Back in the ring, Tank pulled Chad to his feet and
delivered a backbreaker. As he had him
bent over his knee, he pushed down on the chin and delivered several blows to
the inner thigh and a couple to the balls before rolling him off to the
mat. Chad was in trouble.
Tank rolled Chad to his back and grabbed his injured leg
and proceeded to lock it into a single-leg Boston Crab. With his free hand, he clawed, slammed fists
into, and generally abused the muscle up near the thigh. He was determined to effectively stop Chad's
mobility.
Chad tried to extend his leg and break out of the hold
but was not successful. He reached his
right hand onto his lower back and when Tank lifted his ass up a little, he
slid his hand under and grabbed a handful of balls, and squeezed as hard as he
possibly could. This caused Tank to
screech, but more importantly, it caused him to lift up trying to free his
balls from Chad's grasp. As he felt him
lifting, Chad summoned all his strength, lifted his torso off the mat on one
forearm, and extended his knee with as much force as he could. He screamed in pain as the maneuver caused
considerable pain in his injured leg.
However, the move was successful as the combination of
Tank lifting and the forceful leg extension, propelled Tank forward causing him
to drop the leg. Unfortunately for Tank,
the force sent him head-first into the turnbuckle of the second rope stunning
him.
Chad rolled onto his back and sat up. Seeing Tank shaking his head and stumbling
backward, Chad knew he had a chance.
Ignoring the pain in his leg, he stood, hobbled over to Tank, locked on
a reverse headlock, and dropped down with a DDT slamming Tank's head into the
mat. He then pulled Tank up, lifted him,
inverted him, and dropped Tank into a piledriver. This maneuver almost failed as Chad could
barely hold the weight on his leg and his back was screaming murder.
He next went to pull Tank to his feet, but a desperate
wrestler is a dangerous one, and Tank was desperate. He swung his right fist directly into Chad’s
balls forcing him to bend forward slightly and step back. Tank rose unsteadily to his feet where he
grabbed Chad by the back of the head, ran him across the ring, and threw him
through the ropes with Chad landing on his back. Almost instantly three sets of feet started
stomping into his body before Butch and Skull pulled Chad to his feet, hoisted
him into the air, and then brought him down back first across both of their
knees for a double backbreaker.
Across the ring, Brice, Spike, and Patriot were standing
and starting around the ring as soon as they saw Chad going between the
ropes.
As Brice came around the corner, he saw that Butch and
Skull had Chad in a standing combined camel clutch/Boston Crab with Samson
standing off to the side and kicking up into the abs. Butch saw the trio coming, but before he
could warn his fellow Demons, Brice was in the air with his feet connecting to
the side of Samson’s head and his left shoulder, knocking him sideways where he
had to pinwheel to keep his balance. He turned toward Brice only to be met with
a clothesline from Spike slamming him to the grassy verge.
Patriot aimed for Butch who, seeing him coming, dropped
the chin of Chad dropping him face and chest first to the turf. Before he could get his hands up, Patriot
slammed a forearm across his upper chest and lower neck causing him to fall
backward slamming into Skull who had not had time to prepare. This knocked Skull forward where he had to
drop Chad's legs to try and maintain his balance. This was not successful, however, as Patriot
reached out, grabbed Skull's ears and the side of his face, and slammed it down
onto the grass. Had this happened in the
ring, Skull would have had a bloody nose.
The lines were now drawn and the brawl between Skull and
Patriot, Samson and Brice, and Butch and Spike began. The Demons might have a slight advantage but
Chad’s guys were holding their own. But
more importantly, this kept the Demons off of Chad.
Seeing his compatriot's taken down, Tank leaped over the
top rope landing on Chad's lower back.
Ignoring the brawling going on around him, he pulled Chad up by the
hair, lifted him in a cross-body hold, and charged him back first into the
nearest ring post. He did this twice
more before depositing Chad back into the ring.
As Tank prepared to get back into the ring, he felt the back of his head
being grabbed and slammed into the ring post.
Spike had gotten a free moment and chose to try and get some licks
in. Skull grabbed Spike after Tank’s
head hit the ring post, picked him up, and body-slammed him to the turf,
without letting go so that he squashed Spike.
Tank shook his head and slowly slipped back under the
lower rope. As soon as Tank was back in
the ring, whistles sounded and the orange-vested guys stopped the brawling and
sent both sets of guys back to their areas.
Patriot had to assist Spike to his feet and help him back.
Back in the ring, Tank, after backing Chad into the
corner where he slumped, mounted the second rope with one foot on either side
of Chad. He began to rain punches down
onto Chad's head accompanied by cheers from about ½ the audience. Knowing that he was in some trouble, Chad
summoned all his strength reached around Tank’s waist, joined his hands, and
pulled Tank in tight before standing up.
He staggered out of the corner before falling face-first toward the mat,
slamming Tank back first into the mat.
Chad clambered to his hands and knees before dropping
headfirst back down into the crotch. He
rolled off Tank and regained his feet before pulling Tank to his feet. Chad bent over, locked his arms around Tank's
thighs, and stood up before slamming Tank back to the mat in a powerbomb. Once again he pulled Tank to his feet and
delivered a DDT into the mat. As he lay
there, Chad grabbed hold of the red jockstrap and pulled it off. He then rolled Tank over, sat behind him,
locked his legs around his waist, and applied a sleeper hold.
Half the crowd was booing, half were cheering. At first, Tank was still passive as he was
recovering from the many blows to the head, but then he began to struggle and
try to break free from the sleeper. At
one point, he even managed to scrap across Chad’s eyes, but that only caused
the sleeper to relax a moment before being locked back down even tighter than
before.
In all the struggling, Tank managed to get close enough
to the rope to get his fingertips on it, but Chad was aware and scooted toward
the middle of the ring before Tank could get a good hold. Even if Tank had grabbed on, Chad had no
intention of letting go, as rules had been ignored all match long, but it would
have given Tank something to assist with.
Slowly Tank's struggles started to lessen.
"Come on Tank, don't let that stupid donkey
win," Butch screamed as he charged toward the ring. He managed to avoid the orange-vested guys
again, but one grabbed him by the ankle as he got up on the apron. All of the
crowd booed at this point except for the Demons.
Samson called from the crowd, “Butch calm down. Get back here. Tank knew what he was doing when he started
this match. All you’re going to
accomplish is getting thrown out of the campground.”
Butch just glared back at the group of Demons who were
simply watching. Reluctantly, he allowed
himself to be pulled off the apron and went back to the crowd where Skull put
his arms around him and pulled him close.
Brice, Spike, and Patriot had been prevented from going over by the
orange-vested guys.
Finally, Tank wasn’t moving at all. Chad released the hold, reached down and
began to stroke Tank's cock until it started to stiffen. As this happened, Tank began to move again so
Chad reapplied the sleeper. Chad did
this several times until Tank was rock-hard.
Chad repositioned the two wrestlers and then locked on a dragon sleeper
with his left arm. With his right, he
reached down and began a rapid jerking of Tank's cock. As Tank slipped into unconsciousness, the
lack of oxygen caused him to have a massive eruption from his cock soaking his
and Chad’s chest in cum.
Tank ceased to move at this point. The crowd began to wonder how the match was
going to end as there was no ref around to call it. They were surprised when Chad dropped the
hold and dropped Tank to the mat. They
assumed he would do the old arm-lifting trick. Instead,
Chad wanted to make this as obvious and as humiliating as
possible. He reached down, hooked one of
Tank's legs, pulled it up upward, and then dropped chest to chest over Tank. When their chests met, those nearest the ring
could hear the squishing sound made by the cum covering both chests.
“One…..Two….Three….Four….Five,” he counted as he slapped
his palm against the canvas. He had added
extra counts so that there could be no doubt and to further humiliate Tank. Once he hit five, he dropped the leg, rolled
off Tank, and got to his knees taking in big deep breaths.
The crowd cheered the final outcome, even those, other
than the Demons, rooting for Tank. The
campground crowd loved a good wrestling match or brawl, but their loyalties
were very fickle. The three “lumberjacks” from each team entered the ring,
being wary of each other.
Samson and Skull started to pull Tank from the ring when
a deep shout emanated from Chad.
“Hey, leave my motherfucking asshole slave alone. He is mine for the next 24 hours.”
Samson, Butch, and Skull dropped their holds on Tank and
started across the ring, where the other three were getting ready to meet
them. The Demons on the outside of the
ring started toward the ring as well.
A loud voice came over the speakers. “STOP right there.” The voice was so loud and jarring that
everyone in the ring did. “We all knew
the rules going in. If ANY of the Demons
make any further attempts to interfere, you will ALL be ejected from the
campground AND told not to return – ever.
The three looked at each other, took a deep breath, and
stepped back. The Demons outside the ring all moaned and wanted to complain but
they stopped. They knew that Tank would
have their hides if they failed to live up to the agreement. In any other place, they wouldn’t have if
they could have gotten around it, but rules were different at the campground
and they had to respect that even if they didn’t like it.
“Okay, you three losers out of the ring,” Brice demanded
as he walked over.
Butch stepped up until they were face to face, "Too
goddamned bad it wasn't me and you in the ring.
Right about now, I'd be looking at that fairy tattoo on your ass as I
fucked the hell out of it.”
“Pretty big talk from a slave boy,” Brice taunted as he
reached up and grabbed one of the rings on Butch’s collar. “But, we can always make that happen. Same rules??”
“Yeah, but I want a ref in here so that everyone can see
that I’m the better man in wrestling.
They already know it’s true for pure brawling.” Butch only wanted a ref because he wanted the
rules to slow Brice down. They would
have no effect on him.
Brice was more than willing to agree to a ref as he knew
in an all-out brawl he would probably lose.
"Okay, but there has to be a ref actually in the ring, none of this
kidnapping the ref shit.”
“Agreed, and by the way, we had nothing to do with the
ref not showing up. That had to be your
doing.”
"Interesting, 'cause it wasn't us either."
After simply staring at each other for another 30
seconds, Brice released the collar and both men stepped back. At the same time, both swung a right leg up
toward the other’s crotch, but both only hit the thigh. They looked at each other and nodded, both
with a small smile on their lips. Butch
backed out of the ring to join the other Demons.
“Looks like we have another grudge match later today,
perverts,” was announced over the PA to the delight of the crowd.
Chad had sat Tank up and delivered a blow to the middle
of the shoulder blades, pulling Tank out of his stupor. He swung and came awake muttering until he
realized that he had lost. Chad reached
over Tank’s shoulder, rub his hand up and down the chest collecting as much cum
as he could and rubbing it on Tank’s face.
Tank twisted his head back and forth but was not successful in avoiding
getting his face covered. He crawled to
his knees and looked up at Chad.
“Respect, motherfucker” he said only loud enough for Chad
to hear.
Ignoring him, Chad yelled “Blow me,” as he freed his cock
from his jockstrap.
Without complaint, Tank did just that until Chad pulled
out to blow his load all over Tank’s face and chest. He then ordered Tank out of the ring and to
“follow me.” Chad was walking slowly and
with an obvious limp. He led Tank over
to the carriage that Tank had brought intending to use Chad as a drey horse
again. With his friend's help, he
secured Tank in place between the handles completely naked. He had a large ball gag placed and a
parachute ball harness, with spikes on the inside, weighted down with a
10-pound weight.
He signaled to one of the members of the crowd who
stepped up and proceeded to pierce both of Tank’s tits, placing strong rings in
place. The Demons became especially
incensed at such treatment and threatened to explode until Tank glared at them
and shook his head no. Leads were then
applied to the rings and draped back to the cart where Chad was now sitting in
place. He grabbed the reins and
encouraged Tank forward.
As Chad was harnessing Tank to the carriage, Angel walked
back to the ref's tent where he entered the tent, along with the two guards
Lucifer and Ace, and 4 other skins. Maximus
was sitting in the corner but if looks could kill all of the skins would go up
in a puff of smoke.
“Man, I don’t know why you chose to be here instead of at
the ring but you missed such a barnburner of a match, but you never know what
is going to happen at the campground.”
Maximus just continued to give Angel the death
stare. Angel laughed.
“And what happened today was you were needed to be out of
the way,” Angel said as he walked over and pulled out some keys.
“Now am I going to have any issues or are you going to
behave when I unlock you?”
Maximus simply nodded yes. Angel looked skeptical.
“Sit down and spread your legs,” Angel said. As long as he was on the ground, the odds of
him causing any problems were slim.
Angel reached down and unlocked the chain from the scrotum harness. He then had Maximus bend over so that he
could remove the handcuffs.
As soon as his hands were free, Maximus yanked the
jockstrap from his mouth.
“Yeah, I know how things work around here. No hard feelings,” he said as he slowly stood
to his feet and shook his body out. He
extended his hand toward Angel.
Angel reached out to shake the proffered hand, but as
soon as the hands clasped, Maximus yanked Angel forward, drove his knee up into
his balls, and then flung him to his left slamming him into most of the other
skins who all went down except Ace. Maximus
charged Ace, who was caught unprepared as he was picked up and slammed down to
the turf where Maximus locked his large paws over each of Ace’s biceps while
stradding his abs holding him down.
The other skins were scrambling to their feet and
starting to head over to assist Ace when Maximus bellowed, “So you got the
balls to come play with me?” He leaned
down and gave Ace a very rough kiss.
As he asked this, Angel stuck his hand out to stop the
skins from attacking as he sat on the ground nursing his balls.
Ace looked up, smiled, and replied "Sure do,
Daddy." As he said this, Maximus
released the biceps and sat straight up on Ace's stomach. Ace reached up with both hands, grabbed a
nipple and twisted one, and massaged the other.
"Especially if these are in play."
“Under my terms, sure they are. All right, just what I want - a sunny BOY
with some cajones, at least for now, but not that they are going to do you any
good.”
Maximus stood, grabbed Ace’s shirtfront with both hands,
hauled him to his feet then picked him up over his shoulder with his legs and
ass hanging down the front and his chest and head hanging down the back. Maximus delivered a hard slap to the
jeans-clad ass with the sound reverberating throughout the tent.
He turned to the rest of the skins and said, “Fuck
off. You can pick up the remains later
tonight. Oh, and Angel, YOU should
remember how things work around here.”
He gave Angel a wink and a smirk.
“Oh, I remember,” Angel said as he returned the smirk.
Maximus turned and exited the tent, naked as a jaybird,
with Ace slung over his shoulder. As he
did so, Ace looked up at his gang, gave a thumbs up, and had the biggest smile
across his face.
“Should we stop him or worry about Ace?” Lucifer, a fairly
new recruit asked.
Angel just laughed as he slapped Lucifer on the
shoulder. “Ace isn’t the one you should
be worrying about. He has tamed much
bigger guys than Maximus. If not, I may owe
him a little visit myself for the ball shot.”
With that, the skins left to see what was happening with post-match
activities.
Chad drove Tank around the campsite for the next hour
making sure everyone knew who had won the match. The swinging weight on the parachute harness
made sure that Tank’s balls were constantly in pain. The Demons trailed along behind and were
getting more pissed with each minute.
Finally, Chad had Tank drive over to the skinhead
compound where Angel was standing. Chad
got out of the carriage walked over to Angel, handed him the reigns, and said
"He is yours for the next 23 hours."
“Really?” Angel asked in surprise.
"Yeah consider it an early Skinhead's Day
present."
Angel laughed as he said, "There is no such
thing."
“Oh, my mistake. I
guess I’ll take my present back then.”
He reached out to retake the reins when Angel said “Oh,
Skinhead’s day. Of course, I always
forget that holiday as I consider every day Skinhead’s day.” He then smirked.
Chad turned to Tank and said, “Have fun.” Tank just glared at him as Chad grabbed his
balls and squeezed driving the spikes further into his balls. Tank never broke eye contact.
Angel walked up and began stroking Tank’s chest. “I have wanted this for a long time and now
my dreams and your nightmares are both going to come true.”
As Chad started to walk away, many of the Demons began
yelling “hell no, stupid bastard, not going to happen” and other things and
threats. They were beyond pissed that
Tank had been beaten but wasn’t going to have this indignity forced upon him as
well.
Tank tried getting their attention but could only
mumble. Angel considered just taking
Tank and walking away but wasn’t sure he could get away with it without a major
melee, so instead he released the ball gag so that Tank could talk.
"STAND DOWN DEMONS." He bellowed at the top of his lungs. The Demons froze. "I gave my word for this match and the
consequences and I will not pussy out.
In the campground, a Demon NEVER pussies out."
Many of the observers noted the words “in the campground”
in Tank’s little speech because they knew in real life he may very well have
gone back on his word.
“I got myself into this situation and I shall survive
it.” He stared at Angel as he said
this.
Angel just stared back, shrugged his shoulders, and said
"Maybe, maybe not."
The Demons mumbled, but they obeyed their leader’s word
and backed off but they were still pissed.
Angel released Tank from the carriage and led him by the
reins back into Skinhead territory. No
outsiders followed. Chad and his guys
wandered back to their cabin so Chad, who was still walking carefully, could be
ministered to. All the way back, Stu and George were shooting daggers at
Spiked and Patriot.
Later that night, the campground was a little surprised
to see Ace, dressed only in a jockstrap, “walking” Maximus on his hands and
knees with a head harness and gag in place but otherwise naked. Maximus's hands and feet were chained such
that he had no choice but to crawl. As
he crawled by, the campers could see the new Ace of Diamonds tattoo that now
covered his right ass cheek. He didn’t
look particularly happy.
“Hey, Angel,” Ace shouted as he entered the skinhead’s
encampment. “I got someone here that I
think you got a little beef with.”
Angel turned and just laughed when he heard Lucifer say,
“What the fuck?”
“I told you not to count Ace out. He is probably one of the most devious
fuckers I know. Except for me, of
course.”
Walking over to Ace and Maximus, Angel walked around and
drove a kick into Maximus’s hanging balls getting a loud grunt from Maximus and
also watching him fall to the ground.
Angel leaned down and grabbed his chin.
“That was the principal paid back. Now it is time for the interest and my rate
is usually VERY high,” Angel smirked.
Angel turned to Ace and said, “Thank you for the gift but
I have another “guest” tonight, so Maxi pad here is getting off easy.” He looked at Maximus and said, “You owe Chad
a very big one.”
Maximus got a look of relief in his eyes as the other
Skins just laughed. Ace then took the
leash and started to lead Maximus into skinhead territory. He then stopped, looked at Maximus, and said,
"I'm feeling generous, back to your tent and safety, or spending the night
with me?"
Maximus looked in the direction of his tent and then the
direction that Angel was heading. He
looked up at Ace, shrugged his shoulders, and nodded toward Angel's retreating
back.
“Damn,” Ace said.
“Looks like I’m not the only one with some cajones. Come along.”
He started walking into the encampment with Maximus crawling along
behind.
The next morning, when Tank was released, he definitely looked
the worse for wear. This only inflamed
many of the Demons who were waiting outside the skin encampment but they
noticed that Tank walked with his head held high and with confidence. He was naked other than the cock cage he was
wearing.
Tank surprised the Demons when he did not walk back to
their cabin but instead, he walked over to cabin six where Dan, Chad, Brice,
and the two twinks were sitting on the porch.
They all stood except Chad as Tank walked right up to the step.
“Got a beer?” he asked.
Chad reached over and handed Tank one out of the
cooler. Tank then sat on the porch.
“You know this isn’t really over, don’t you,” Tank asked
as he sipped his beer.
“Is anything really ever over at the Campground,” was
Chad’s reply.
Tank chuckled and said, "Rarely. But I wanted to defuse some of the tension
which is getting awfully high. Don’t
want my guys doing something stupid.”
“Maybe too late for that.
You know that Butch and I are going at it later today don’t you?” Brice
asked.
“I’d heard that. Would
rather it not happen today, but it is what it is. But I say we will all stay out of it and let you
two go at it alone.”
“My friends are agreeable to that, but no fucking funny
stuff,” Brice replied. As he said it, he
didn’t believe a word of it and neither did Tank.
Tank stood up, turned toward Chad and extended his beer
bottle where the two clinked. He then
turned and walked off with the rest of the Demons.
About that time the occupants of cabin six noted the door
of cabin seven open and Spike and his entourage emerge. Spike waved as he walked past and headed over
toward the ring area. Chad and his
friends also stood and headed in that direction as well. Chad was hoping for the best for Spike after
his and Patriot’s assistance the day before. But first, they had to get through the Butch –
Brice fight.
Hot way to start off the Campgrounds Mangler!!
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