The Campground 2:
Butch vs
Brice
By
The Mangler
There
were a lot of hungover people in the audience gathering for the upcoming
wrestling matches but many were looking forward to the first two matches. First up was Butch versus Brice which was a
fallout from the Tank versus Chad match the day before in which Chad got his
revenge on Tank for his nefarious actions involving Chad and Brice. That was to be followed by Choirboy versus
Spike in which Choirboy, after his humiliating treatment on arrival to the
Campground, was out for balls—Spike’s balls in particular.
Choirboy
and Spike had agreed on Angel as the ref for their match and both Brice and
Butch thought he would also be good for their match. Angel had agreed but it came at a cost, as
did just about everything that Angel did.
Angel and his skinhead contingent would get to use and abuse the loser
for 12 hours. Neither one of the two
combatants had any concern about the bet because they both knew they were going
to win and both knew they could survive Angel and his group if necessary.
They
had both rejected the idea of a NHB death-type match. Surprisingly enough, those types of matches
were few and far between at the campground because most of the audiences, and
the wrestlers, wanted to see how two wrestlers would fare with pro wrestling
rules. Of course, many of the wrestlers
wanted to figure out how to get around the rules or use them to their
advantage. And the audience had been
known to get involved as well.
Angel stood 5'11" tall, weighed about 135 pounds, was bald, had a small ring through his septum, and several piercings in his ears. He was usually shirtless and had a skinny but in-shape body with multiple tattoos. He normally wore a pair of jeans that were mostly white but with jeans-colored splotches. He wore a pair of braces (or suspenders) and had on a pair of Doc Martens.
“Coming out first is our referee
for today’s bout -- Angel.”
Angel headed through the crowd toward
the ring. He was greeted with many
catcalls and he was dressed much differently than usual. He was wearing a pair of black and white
striped speedos, with an impressive bulge up front, and doc martens along with
a denim vest. As he neared the ring he
stopped to talk to the rest of the skinheads.
“Okay, since we are going to get
one of these pussies as our slave boy for 12 hours, anyone interferes and I
personally will make sure that they are NOT happy.”
“Aaahh, you’re taking the fun out
of things,” one of his gang said.
“Maybe, but do you really want to
piss me off?”
The gang member stepped back as a
chorus of no’s accompanied the question.
Angel turned and headed into the ring where the crowd gave him a roaring
cheer of approval – along with a few very obscene suggestions. He just smiled as he shot everyone the bird.
“Our
first combatant heading for the ring is Butch from the Demons.”
Butch
stood 5’11” tall, weighed in at 200 pounds, and was well-built, but not overly
muscled. He had a bit of a gut because
he loved his beer. He had multiple tattoos over his body, had long
hair pulled back into a ponytail, and had several piercings in his left ear. His "dad bod" was deceiving as he
was very strong and athletic. For
today's match, he had chosen to wear a blood-red singlet with the Demons logo
in black. The singlet was a standard
college wrestling style so covered most of his chest.
Butch
arrived at the ring after talking with the Demons at ringside and slid under
the ropes, stood, and walked toward Angel.
The crowd cheered his arrival and entrance.
“Just
stay the fuck out of my way and everything will be fine,” he sneered at Angel.
“You
do as I fucking tell you to do and everything will be fine,” Angel
retorted.
The
two just stared at each other until Butch broke the stare and walked to his
corner.
“And
our other contestant, none other than Brice, also known as the twink’s play toy.”
The crowd laughed at this
statement as Brice
walked out, and said a few words to Chad, Dan, and Patriot as he continued to
the ring. Brice was 5'10" tall and
topped the scales at 230 pounds. He was all muscle, cut, and sharp. There was
minimal body hair, the hair on his head was cut in a buzz cut. He had ex-military written all over him. He also was wearing a college-style singlet,
except a hole had been cut in the right ass cheek exposing the gay "twink
flag" logo tattooed on there. The
singlet was sky blue in color which contrasted with the tattoo well. He was accompanied to ringside by Stu and
Chuckie the two twinks who seemed to have a mesmerizing hold over Brice.
Brice slid under
the ropes and into the ring getting cheers as well. Those not associated with Butch or Brice were
taking a pretty neutral approach. They
were just hoping for a brutal match.
As Brice slid
into the ring, Butch took two steps toward him hoping to get the action started
and get an advantage.
“STOP!!” came the
yell from Angel as he stepped in front of Butch. “Each of you go to your corner, reach over
the top rope and grab the top of the ring post.” Both wrestlers looked at him as if he had
lost his mind.
“Fucking do it
NOW,” Angel screamed. Going after Brice
or obeying Angel warred in Butch’s mind, but seeing the look on Angel’s face he
walked backward to the corner keeping his eye on Brice the entire time.
Both wrestlers
did as instructed.
“Now, anyone who
releases the post before I give the okay is going to be disqualified, but a
disqualification is a loss and so they will still be responsible for the
stakes!” The two wrestlers just mumbled
as they continued to shoot daggers at each other.
Angel then went
to each wrestler and did his foreign body check which was negative for both of
them. As he was checking Brice he said
"Nice modification to the singlet, boy" for which he received the
bird. He then briefly re-iterated the standard wrestling rules to both
wrestlers. He then turned and admonished
the crowd to “stay the fuck” out of this match making sure to stare at the
Demons, Skinheads, and Brice’s entourage to make them aware he was serious.
He signaled for
the bell and motioned the two wrestlers into the ring so the match could begin.
Leaving caution
and subtlety behind, the two wrestlers charged into the ring until they met near
the middle where they began delivering a series of forearm smashes and blows
about the head and neck. While Angel
knew some of the blows to be illegal, he elected to say nothing as he knew it
would probably be futile. He also knew
that eventually one or the other would get an advantage and take charge. Then he could begin to enforce the rules
while also using some common sense. Not every
violation of a rule needed to be acted upon, especially in this match.
As Butch’s latest
forearm to the head hit, Brice stepped backward and his right foot slipped
slightly throwing him off balance.
Seeing this, Butch dropped his head and barreled into Brice taking him
down to the ring floor. Butch then
straddled Brice and began delivering a series of fists to the head and neck.
“Watch the damned
fists and break the hold,” Angel shouted.
“Fuck off,” was Butch’s
reply as he continued the assault.
Angel reached in
and grabbed hold of Butch’s right arm stopping the blows. When Butch looked up and scowled, Angel
shouted, "Rember big man, a disqualification is a lose, and then your ass
is mine!"
Butch pulled his
arm free and turned to deliver a forearm smash instead of the fist only to be
met with a double eye gouge from Brice blinding Butch.
"Watch the
eyes," Angel reprimanded. Brice
ignored him as he placed his hands on each side of Butch's chest, locked down
on a double pec claw, and then twisted hard to the right, throwing Butch off
him and onto the mat. Brice didn't
release the claws and followed Butch over until he was now sitting on Butch
with the double pec claw cinched in.
Butch shook his
head to try and clear his vision. He
brought his hands up to his chest, locked them together, and then slammed them
into Brice's solar plexus getting a grunt out of Brice and a slackening of the
claws. Two more such strikes and Brice
released the claws and began to stand up.
When he was bout three-quarters of the way to fully standing, Butch
brought his right knee up to this chest and then kicked outward, slamming his
foot up between Brice's legs and hammering into his balls. A loud oomph erupted from Brice.
“Watch the damned
low blows,” Angel admonished.
"Ooops, my
aim was a little off," Butch laughed as Brice stepped sideways and bent
over, his hands cupping his balls.
Rising up onto
his knees, Butch reached up, placed a hand on each side of Brice's head, and
then yanked downward as hard as possible causing Brice to slam forehead first
into the mat.
Butch rose to
both feet, reached down, and pulled Brice to his feet by the back of his
head. He then proceeded to run Brice
over to the turnbuckle where he began to slam the forehead into the top buckle
over and over.
After the fifth
such blow, and as Angel neared his 5 count,
Butch stepped back and as Brice’s head rebounded from the blow, he
stepped away from the ring post, turned toward the ring, and collapsed onto his
chest.
Butch was
immediately sitting on Brice’s lower back, pulled his shoulders over Butch's
knee, then locked his hands around Brice's chin and pulled upwards. He had Brice locked into a picture-perfect
Camel Clutch. He pulled back with all
the strength he could muster. Brice just
grunted.
His back erupting
in pain, Brice tried to pry Butch’s hands from his chin but met with little
results. Using his eyes to look around,
Brice realized that he was near the ropes, so he reached his right hand toward
the bottom rope but it was just out of his reach. Summoning as much strength as he could, Brice
was able to slide sideways just enough so that he could lock his hand onto the
lower rope.
“Break the hold,
he is into the ropes,” Angel intoned as soon as the wrestler had grabbed the
ropes. Butch refused to comply until
Angel began counting and he dropped the chin, and the hold, at the count of 4
½. As Brice fell to the mat, Butch
lifted up and then dropped his ass down onto the back. He then used the ropes
to pull himself to his feet where he began a series of stomps and knee drops to
the lower back. Angel made him break his
hold on the ropes but otherwise allowed Butch to continue.
Knowing he was in
trouble, Brice summoned his strength and rolled under the rope dropping to the
grass and landing on his back. Not
willing to let his prey escape, Butch grabbed the top rope, leaped over it, and
came down feet first into Brice's wide-open abdomen eliciting a whooshing of
air out of his lungs and causing Brice to try and sit up. Butch assisted him by grabbing both sides of
the head and pulling upward. He then
locked Brice’s head under his armpit in preparation for a suplex.
Knowing what was
being planned, as soon as his head was locked in position, Brice drove his
right forearm up between Butch’s legs slamming into the balls. When Butch released the head, Brice locked
his arms around Butch, picked him up, and then charged down the ropes slamming
Butch's back into the ring post. Brice
released the hold, turned, and snapmared Butch over his shoulder and onto the
ground.
While this had
been happening, Angel had been admonishing the wrestlers to get back into the
ring, ignored the lower blow, and had started counting them out. As Butch hit the ground, Brice slid under the
bottom rope, breaking the count, but immediately slid back out. As Brice stood after sliding under the rope,
he felt Angel grab him by the shoulder.
“Back into the
ring, NOW,” Angel shouted. Brice
responded by reaching up and prying Angel’s hand off his shoulder and throwing
the arm back toward Angel.
"Don't
fucking touch me again," he yelled as he turned back toward Butch. He immediately let out an "oomph"
as Butch's head slammed into his abdominals as Butch had gotten to his knees
and launched himself like a missile into Brice.
The force also drove Brice backward where his lower back impacted the
ring edge. Butch stood fully upright,
placed one hand over his opponent’s shoulder, the other under his crotch, and
lifted Brice into a cross-body hug. He
charged toward the ring post slamming the lower back into it. He repeated this several more times before
slamming Brice into a backbreaker and then dropping him to the ground. Angel was now on the outside of the ring
screaming at Butch to get back in the ring while also counting both wrestlers
out.
Butch obliged by
rolling under the ropes and then attempting to roll back out under them. However, this was blocked as Angel had
stepped up to the ring edge, blocked Butch from rolling back out, and pushed
him back into the ring.
“What the
goddamned fuck are you doing,” Butch yelled as he stood up in the ring and
turned toward Angel who had gotten on the ring apron so the two were facing
each other over the top rope.
“Enforcing the
goddamned fucking rules, asshole,” Angel yelled back.
The two then got
into a shouting match about the propriety of the referee getting physically
involved in the match which ended with Angel screaming “I’m in charge so I
decide what is fucking legal.”
No sooner were
those words out of his mouth than Butch felt Brice’s arm come up between his legs
and then flying backward as Brice rolled him to his back and pinned his arms to
the mat. While Butch and Angel had been
arguing, Brice had slipped unseen back into the ring. However, by the time Angel came through the
ropes and began his three count, Butch had managed to power out of the hold.
Both wrestlers
scrambled back to their feet and immediately charged at one another delivering
slaps and forearms across the chest.
Brice finally backed Butch into the corner but as he began to deliver a
fist to him, his arm was stopped and pulled back as Angel had stepped in to
stop the corner action.
Brice turned,
placed both hands on Angel's chest, and pushed hard. "I told you don't fucking touch me,” he
yelled as Angel stumbled back across the ring, windmilling his arms trying to
keep his balance.
Brice screamed
and dropped to his knees as Butch’s right foot slammed into his balls from
behind. He was pulled back to his feet
where he was placed into a bear hug with the hands locked in his lower back.
Having recovered
his balance Angel walked back over to the two wrestlers screaming "Keep
your hands off the ref."
“What about the
ball shot,” Brice grunted between breaths.
“What ball shot?”
Angel responded. “I didn’t see any ball
shot.”
"He kicked
me between the legs, uhhh" Brice
grunted between moans of pain from the bear hug.
“I was trying to
recover from you attacking me so I must have missed it.” He then smirked and Butch just laughed. After holding the hold for a couple of minutes,
Butch suddenly turned to his left and dropped Brice to the mat in a modified belly-to-back
suplex.
Butch then rolled
Brice to his back, locked his ankles under his armpits, sat on the back, and
pulled placing Brice in a perfect Boston Crab.
Brice screamed as the pain in his back intensified.
Brice realized
that they were near enough to the ropes that he could reach out and grab the
rope with both hands.
“I’m in the
ropes, I’m in the ropes,” he screamed.
Looking up, Angel
saw that he was indeed in the ropes so he called for Butch to break the hold
who after a few seconds did so dropping Brice flat to the mat. As soon as he felt his ankles unlock, Brice
jerked on the lower rope and propelled himself outside the ring, landing on the
grass.
When Butch turned
and started to go after Brice, Angel got in his way and pushed him back. “Stay in the ring.”
Butch pushed
Angel to the side and started to step through the ropes when Angel screamed,
“You leave the ring and I’m going to disqualify your ass.”
“What, I have a
ten count,” Butch retorted.
"I make the
rules so if you leave the ring you are disqualified," Angel screamed again
as Butch stood on the ring apron about to step down. He turned toward the ring, placed his hands
on the top rope, and just stared at Angel.
Brice reached up
from a kneeling position, grabbed both of Butch's ankles, and pulled them
backward and off the ring apron causing Butch to drop downward. His chin impacted the top rope snapping his
head backward. He lost his grip and fell
backward to the ground impacting the entire length of his body.
“Sure, I’ll ref
this match. What a fucking idiot I am,”
Angel said under his breath as he headed over to the ropes to start his count.
Brice was back to
his feet and delivered several stomps into the abs and pecs of the downed
wrestler. Brice could also feel each
stomp in his screaming lower back. He
rolled back into the ring well before Angel got to the 10 count.
Brice got to his
feet and began trying to stretch out his back.
Outside the ring, Butch managed to get to his feet and then slide back
under the ropes into the ring. As soon
as Butch cleared the bottom rope, Brice charged and began kicking and
stomping. In trying to evade the boots,
Butch turned onto his back but as he did so, Brice dropped his ass down into
the lower abs and reached up and locked on a double pec claw cinching his
fingers well into the armpit.
Butch grunted
with the pain and he attempted to buck Brice off without success. In order to increase the pain, Brice leaned
forward bringing his upper body close to Butch.
Butch reached up with his right hand over Brice’s back and grabbed the
right side of Brice’s singlet. He then
pulled his hand back to Brice’s chest.
He grabbed the same singlet strap in the front, placed it in his right
hand, tightened the two ends, and began choking Brice. He pulled his hand out sideways to increase
the pressure.
Butch ignored
Angel’s admonition to drop the choke.
When Brice released the pec claw with one hand and reached up and tried
to pull the singlet strap off his neck, Butch yanked extra hard on the strap
and rolled/bucked in that direction forcing Brice sideways and down onto the
mat. Butch continued rolling until he
was sitting on Brice's low abs. He
released the singlet strap, but placed both hands on the neck and continued to
choke.
“Release the hold
or be disqualified,” Angel demanded as he pulled on Butch’s bicep and began his
count. When he reached four, Butch
released the choke, pushed Angel to the side, and then delivered a double ax
handle to the solar plexus. Brice
expelled the remaining air in his lung. His face was turning blue.
Butch stood up,
pulled Brice to the middle of the ring, rolled him on his chest, lifted his
arms over his knees, cupped the chin, and pulled him backward into a camel clutch. Brice’s already sore back began screaming in
pain and getting a good breath was a challenge.
“Don’t you ever
fucking touch me again,” Angel screamed at Butch.
“Then stay the
fuck out of the way and let two men settle this,” Butch grunted as he leaned
back tighter into the hold.
“Break the hold,”
Angel screamed.
“Why should I?”
Butch asked.
"Because I
said so." Angel then began his
count. Knowing that disqualification
counted as a loss, Butch released the hold, dropping Brice to the mat, stood
up, and got nose-to-nose with Angel.
“What the fuck
was that all about. That was a legal
hold. What is your problem?” As he said this Butch pushed his finger into
Angel’s chest.
“I don’t think
you broke long enough between the choke and the clutch, and wrestlers pushing
around the ref, especially me, is my problem,” was the reply. Imitating Butch Angel punctuated each word
with a finger to the chest.
The two stood
face to face with neither giving any ground, until Butch got a look of pain
across his face and bent over pushing Angel back when he did. By the time Angel looked down, Brice's
forearm had been removed from between Butch's balls. He grabbed Butch by the back of the head and
charged across the ring slamming his forehead into the ring post twice. He then jumped to the ring apron, grabbed
Butch's head and pulled it over the top rope, and positioned Butch such that
his nipples were on the top rope. He
locked Butch's head under his arm, pushed down, and charged down the ring
apron, pulling Butch's nipple’s along the top rope.
Butch screamed at
the major "rope burn" he was getting on his nipples. When they reached the corner, Brice released
the head, and delivered a forearm uppercut into the chin, snapping Butch's head
back over the top rope and causing Butch to slam onto the mat striking the back
of his head. His tits were on fire and
he was groggy from the fall.
Brice grabbed the
top rope with both hands, leaped onto it, and then frog splashed down onto a
splayed-out Butch. Both wrestlers
bounced when Brice landed. Brice slipped
the straps of his singlet off his shoulders and pulled Butch to his feet. He wrapped both straps around Butch’s neck,
turned so that they were back-to-back, and bent over lifting Butch off the mat
by his neck. Butch made gagging sounds.
"Hey, drop
him, stop the choking," Angel yelled at Brice, and then he started
counting. When he had reached 4, Brice
suddenly swung around hitting Angel and knocking him to the mat. He then walked away still choking out Butch.
Angel regained
his feet and yelled, "Drop the fucking hold NOW."
Brice smiled as
he dropped Butch to the mat where he lay sputtering and gagging.
“Do that again
and this match is over.”
“Do what?” Brice
asked innocently.
“Hit the ref,
that’s what,” Angel yelled.
"Oh, did I
hit you? I'm sorry it was a
mistake," Brice said as he walked past Angel and headed toward Butch. When he got close enough, Butch fired a
closed fist up into Brice's balls causing him to stop, bent slightly, and step
back. As Angel was behind Brice he did
not see the shot.
Butch staggered
to his feet, grabbed Brice by the back of the head, and charged him across the
ring before flinging him between the ropes.
When Brice hit the ground, Butch followed very closely behind despite
Angel trying to prevent his exiting the ring.
Brice had managed to get back to his feet just as Butch reached him and
lashed out with a right fist just barely missing Butch's jaw. Butch responded with a gut punch knocking
Brice backward, but Brice immediately charged back into Butch. Wrestling forgotten, the two began exchanging
blows, neither striking a decisive shot.
The audience was cheering both wrestlers on.
Knowing that the
action outside the ring was going to be fast and furious, not to mention
illegal, Angel exited the ring and walked towards the two brawling wrestlers
muttering under his breath “got to be more careful in who I agree to ref. He was very surprised when one of his
skinheads grabbed him by the bicep and pulled him toward the crowd.
"What the
fuck," Angel screamed as he tried
to pull his arm away. However, a second
skinhead stepped in and grabbed the other bicep. He then stepped close and started whispering
into Angel's ear. While Angel had
initially been trying to free himself and head over to the two wrestlers, he
slowly calmed down and just stood there listening to the voice in his ear. He looked over at the two wrestlers exchanging
fists, looked at his friends and a large evil sneer appeared on his face. He turned away from the brawling wrestlers
and returned to the ring and slid under the bottom rope.
Butch and Brice
were slugging it out on the outside of the ring while Angel stood at the ropes
admonishing them to get back into the ring.
Both were hurting and both were tired, but neither was going to give an
inch.
“One,” Angel
yelled from the ring.
Brice managed to
connect a haymaker to Butch’s jaw dropping him to the ground. He delivered two stomps in the lower
abs/balls before he turned to re-enter the ring.
“Two.”
Butch reached
over and grabbed an ankle preventing Brice from getting back to the ring
despite Brice's struggling to get free.
“Three.”
When Brice turned
around, Butch delivered a punch to the balls, doubling Brice over. Butch got back to his feet and advanced on
Brice.
“Four”
He threw an
uppercut to the chin forcing Brice back to an upright position. He then threw a right punch straight for the jaw.
“Five”
Brice stepped
backward and leaned his upper body backward so that the punch flew by him
harmlessly. The missed punch did turn
Butch partially around.
“Six”
Brice responded
with a jab to the kidney followed by a knee to the abs doubling Butch over.
“Seven”
Brice locked
Butch in a reverse headlock and dropped to the ground driving his forehead hard
into the packed earth.
“Eight.”
As Brice regained
his feet, Butch rolled to his back and Donkey kicked his legs toward Brice hitting
him the abs. At the same time, he used
one hand to grab an ankle with the result being Brice falling backward to the
ground.
“Nine.”
Butch rolled over
and got on top of Brice where he began to throw fists. Brice managed to roll both of them so that he
was on top and rained down blows. The
two began to exchange position as well as blows.
Suddenly, Brice
who was on top, felt himself being pulled upward and away from Butch by several
of the skinheads. Butch rose and managed
to get one abdominal shot in before he too was pulled away by several
skinheads.
“Hey, no fucking
outside interference,” both pissed-off wrestlers shouted. It was then that they heard the ring bell
ringing repeatedly.
“What the fuck,”
Butch said.
“What’s with the
bell,” Brice said at the same time.
Angel finally
managed to get the wrestlers and the crowd to quiet down.
“With both of you
out of the ring, I gave you a 10 count, and neither of you made it back into
the ring, therefore, as per the rules, I am disqualifying you both,” Angel said over the microphone from the ring.
Both wrestlers
and their supporters when batshit crazy at this point with yelling screaming,
and threats. Many of them started toward
the ring, but the intervention of the orange safety men stopped them all in
their tracks.
"Alright,
fuckwads, dickheads, assholes, and whoever else is hearing this. These two agreed to standard wrestling rules
and being out of the ring too long is a cause for disqualification. I gave them a little extra time even, but
they did not get back into the ring so I exercised my rights as the ref and
called the match. It is as simple as
that. I know you fuckers wanted to have
a clear-cut winner and I tried to make that happen by stretching the rules, but
they weren’t paying attention so they got counted out.”
Everyone was
booing and shouting. Angel finally
managed to once again get the crowd to quiet down so that he could continue
talking over the microphone.
“The terms of the
match say I and the skinheads get the loser for 12 hours. Well, nobody was pinned or submitted BUT since
you both were counted out, you both are losers; therefore, we get both of you
for the agreed 12 hours.”
Angel got the
biggest smirk on his face as he made the announcement. With some advice from his crew, he had essentially
fucked over both wrestlers. Well, he was
going to fuck both wrestlers and other things as well. And the skin who had suggested this outcome
was going to get a very nice prize from Angel.
Many in the crowd
who had booed at the DQ changed their tune and started laughing, cheering, and
applauding as they realized that Angel had indeed outmaneuvered the wrestlers
and got both of them for 12 hours.
Neither the
Demons, the Twinks, nor Brice's other friends were very happy. They all expressed their displeasure and a
riot appeared to be about to break out.
There was concern that even the orange-vested guys may not be able to
control this and that could fuck up leather week all the way around.
Brice broke free
from his handlers and slid back into the ring.
He held his hand out for the microphone.
Angel cautiously handed it over.
Brice’s voice could be heard over the speakers.
“Alright
everybody, settle down. While Angel is a
goddamn, lying, cheating asshole, he did manage to manipulate the rules to his
favor, so I am submitting to him as the terms of the match said. Are you fucking man enough to do the same
thing?” he asked Butch as he threw the mike at Butch who caught it.
Most of the
Demons were encouraging Butch to tell Angel to fuck off and get out of
there. Brice could do what he wanted but the Demons
didn’t want to play. Butch was actually
thinking about it until he looked over at Tank standing at the edge of the
group. He had put on a pair of chaps and
a leather vest, but his caged cock and balls were still exposed. Tank just gave Butch a questioning look.
“Well, I agree
with you that Angel is a goddamn, lying, cheating asshole. But like you said he outwitted both of
us. Since technically I lost, I’ll
submit as well.” The crowd cheered but
the Demons did not and started voicing their displeasure until Tank blew a
shrill whistling sound.
“The man has made
his decision and you guys will just have to live with it,” he snarled.
One or two of the
Demons started to object until they saw the look on Tank's face. No one dared say a thing.
Angel turned to
the two wrestlers and said “Okay slave boys get in here and kneel in front of me.”
Both wrestlers
complied slowly and not without grumbling.
Once on their knees, they saw many phones out and taking pictures. They both looked at each other with looks of
hate on their face. Nothing had been
resolved between them.
“Okay, both of you
bend over, and start licking my boots.”
Butch started to
rebel until he noted Tank out of the corner of his eye. Both wrestlers did as instructed to much
jeering and insults.
As they started
licking, Angel bent over and said "Don't fucking mess with the ref,
especially if it is me," only loud enough for the two wrestlers to
hear. Several of the skinheads entered
the ring and proceeded to strip the wrestlers, cuffed their hands in front of
them, and apply collars, all the while the two kept licking the boots. Leashes were attached to the collars and Angel
pulled the wrestlers out of the ring.
He ordered them
onto their hands and knees. Once there he shoved pink "pigtails" up
each of their asses. He then told them to squeal and oink, which both reluctantly
did. He then led them, crawling and
oinking, back to the skin area where they would be for the next 12 hours.
Angel stayed with
the skins to get the action started, but he had to leave to ref the upcoming
match between Choirboy and Spike, but he wasn’t concerned. He knew his boys could handle the two
wrestlers and would have plenty of time with them after the next match finished. The question is if they could handle the
boys. And he hoped this next match would
be easier to ref, but somehow he doubted it. He changed gear before heading to the
wrestling ring.
When about 10
hours were up, Angel led the two wrestlers to the periphery of the skinhead
section and forced them to their knees.
They walked out closely bound to each other. Their arms were handcuffed behind their
backs, but Brice's left arm was between Butch's right arm and his chest, therefore
they were side by side. Furthermore, one
ankle of each was attached to the other with a short length of chain in between
so they had to coordinate their steps. Both wrestler's cocks were rock-hard. Each wrestler also had a leather piss gag
locked into their mouths and heavy-duty tit clamps attached. They also had parachutes with 10-pound
weights attached pulling down their bloated and dusky balls. Each
step seemed to be painful
"Okay,
Campground degenerates, I have decided to be magnanimous and share my
ill-gotten gains. So, for the next two hours, 16 lucky individuals will have 15
minutes each to face fuck our incompetent wrestlers. Those interested come on up and grab a
lottery ticket.”
As several
members of the crowd started forward, several members of the Demons got in
their way and one said, "Not happening snowflakes. At least not to Butch, you can do whatever
the hell you want to with twink bait over there.”
There was
mumbling from the crowd until Tank shouted, "Demons back off. Butch got himself into this situation, so he
has to pay the consequences." There
was a great deal of moaning, bitching, and grumbling from the Demons but they
backed off.
Stu and Chuck had
also started toward Brice but stopped when he shook his head no at them.
"Okay, Stu,
Brice says no." Chuck then raised
his voice and said, "But that doesn't mean we can't take names ---- for
later." This may have discouraged
one or two in the crowd but most just ignored it.
As the crowd
stepped up to grab a lottery ticket, one of the audience members shouted,
"I'll give you 4 hours with me for a chance at those pussy
holes." Angel looked over at the
guy who was short, muscular, and hairy.
The guy really wanted a go at Butch as there was much animosity between
them and the guy knew this would be his only chance to get a heads up on Butch.
“Deal” Angel
replied.
Many in the crowd
objected but others began offering barter for a chance at the two. In the end, Angel cut deals with 6 lucky
members and the other 10 slots were decided by lottery.
The lucky 16
campers stepped up and the face-fuck fest began. Some of the fuckers were not able to get off
in 15 minutes, but that was their problem.
Both the Demons and the Twinks kept track of who used their guy.
After two hours,
Angel said, “Okay, fun time is over.
Demons, Twinks, the wrestlers are yours again.” He and the skins then turned to walk off, but
Stu walked up to one of the skins, Pete.
“What the hell did you do to Brice?” he
demanded.
“We had a little
fun, that’s all. They may be banged up a
little because we do play rough, but they’re okay," Pete replied. "Of course, a fucking twink like you
would never survive such an encounter."
He smirked as he inhaled his cigarette.
“Aahh,” Pete said
as he expelled all the smoke and choked as a look of agony spread across his
face because Stu had slammed a knee between Pete’s legs and into his
balls. As Pete tried to bend over and
fall to the ground, Stu reached out and clamped on a ball claw and cinched it
down tight.
“I could survive
anything you wanted to throw at me, cupcake,” Stu said as he squeezed. And he squeezed hard as Stu had exceptional
grip strength.
Pete's mouth was
gapping so that he looked like a fish out of water. Several of the other skinheads started in
their direction until Angel called them off.
“Pete challenged
him, so he has to follow it through,” Angel shouted. The other skins stopped and just stared. It was obvious they weren’t happy but a
couple of them did have smirks on their faces.
Stu released the
hold and Pete slowly dropped to his knees, cupping his balls. As Stu released the hold, he walked over to
where Chuckie was helping Brice. The Demons
who had come over to help Butch looked at Stu with some newfound respect.
“Hey,” Tank yelled
at Angel. “You giving up any keys??”
Angel turned and
said “Oh, yeah. I forgot.” He then
handed Tank a jar filled with hundreds of cuff keys.” I took a page from your book. Have fun.” He
laughed and walked off.
Both Brice and
Butch released muted screams as the tit clamps were removed. Attempt at removing the parachute was thwarted
as they were locked on so they had to leave them for now. The weights were able to be removed. Brice and Butch began to walk back to the
main portion of the camp, but due to their bondage, they were only able to take
small steps and had to do that in a coordinated fashion so it looked like very
slow going.
“Oh, fuck this
shit,” Chad said as he stormed up to the two men. He bent over, forced his head between the two
wrestlers at waist level, wrapped one arm around each of them, and hoisted the
two wrestlers up on his shoulders like two sacks of flowers. Both were shouting as their heads were
hanging down and their sore abs were draped over the shoulders.
Chad then turned
and headed back toward cabin six as it was closer. Initially, some of the Demons started to
object but quickly realized this would be the faster way to go. Once at the
cabin, the two were set on the edge of the porch and their friends began trying
to free them from the locks.
Initially, it was
free for all as random keys were tried on random locks.
“Okay there is a
better way,” Chuckie said but he was ignored.
He got
everybody’s attention when he reached over and grabbed the nearest Demon by the
balls and squeezed. The loud “What the
fuck” got everyone’s attention.
“We will be at
this till leather week is over at this rate.
So here is what we are going to do.”
There were
further murmurs and sounds of disagreement until Chuckie squeezed again. Everyone then listened as Chuckie set up an
efficient little assembly line and in less than one hour had both men free. As both wrestlers stood up they turned toward
each other.
“We still need to
finish our little match,” Butch said as he got into Brice’s face.
“Agreed, but not
today,” Brice moaned.
Butch nodded then
said, “Later in the week then.”
The two then
fist-bumped and even smiled at each other.
They had sorta bonded over a mutual mauling, but that didn’t mean their
match was going to be any easier.
Butch followed
the rest of the Demons back to their accommodations while the twinks guided
Brice into the cabin. When Chad and Dan
attempted to follow, Stu slammed the door in their faces so they decided to
wander over and see how Spike was faring.
I totally understand when a competition gets so heated and you get in the moment that you don't notice anything else around and are only focused on winning. So glad Angel was able to exploit that situation. I thought it was an interesting twist. Both Butch and Brice deserve the punishment. Personally i'm always going to be biased against Brice since he's built like a bodybuilder jobber AND he's the personal trainer of Cumface. Seems like everyone connected to Cumface tends to have bad luck. Keep exploiting that bad luck Mangler!
ReplyDeleteGlad you liked it. Was about half way through the story when the idea came to me and I liked it.
ReplyDeleteThere is still unfinished business between Butch and Brice and it will be addressed in another match at Campground 2.