Campground 2: Brice vs Butch

 

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.