The Campground 2: Chad vs Tank

 

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.