The Campground 2: Choirboy vs Spike

 

Payback At The Campground:

Choirboy vs Spike

By

The Mangler

Previously at the Campground

As Choirboy stalked past cabin seven, he stopped, turned to Spike, and demanded, menacingly, “Stakes wrestling match, you versus me.  Loser is winner's no-limits slave for 24 hours."

“I get to choose the ref, and standard wrestling rules apply,”  Spike responded.

“Campground rules apply,” Choirboy countered.  “And disqualification is a loss.”

"Agreed," Spike said.  Campground rules were standard wrestling rules but were more relaxed with outside interference, not necessarily leading to disqualification depending on agreed-upon rules, who the ref was, etc.  That is why Spike knew it was important to choose the ref.

Spike knew that Choirboy was looking for some payback for his humiliation and knew the limits to which Choirboy could go.  But he didn’t often back down from a challenge and knew when he demanded the price for admission that someone would most likely be looking for retribution.  However, he didn’t plan on losing, so it was not a big deal.

Later that night

Knowing that Choirboy would look for any advantage, Spike had insisted on using Angel as the referee, as he knew that Choirboy, and anybody else with any sense, was a little afraid of the skinhead group.   Not doing anything without getting something in return, Angel agreed if Spike could get BJ (known as Slutboy at Leather Week) to agree to play with the skinheads for 24 hours.  Spike said he would try to arrange for Slutboy to join them, but Angel had to agree to enforce the rules fairly and evenly.  Spike got Slutboy to a term of 12 hours, as he wanted to test his limits but be safe, and he had some worries about the skinhead contingent.  Angel had agreed to this, but Slutboy had ended up staying for a voluntary 36 hours and had a “fucking fan-slutty-tastic time” starting the night that Angel had reffed the match.

Choirboy had agreed to consider Angel as the ref, so the day before the match, he wandered over to the skinhead’s playground area to confer with him.  He heard several lewd suggestions as he walked over, but he simply ignored them all.  But he was going to make sure that if he agreed to using Angel, it would benefit him.

As Choirboy approached Angel, who was in the middle of skull fucking  a very muscular slave, he demanded, “What are you after?”

“I’m after Spike’s ass for 24 hours, that’s what I’m after.  As you should be, too, after being forced to humiliate yourself like that,” Choirboy responded.

“Maybe, but I actually gotta give the frat boy respect for using his power to his advantage,” he replied as he thrust for the final time and blew his load down the slave’s throat.

Choirboy just smirked.  “That’s the only way he can get a real man’s attention.  Not like us and our slave boys.  Those pussy slaves he gathers aren’t much in the way of men.”

“Does that include your former slave, Bully?” Angel asked as he zipped his pants up over his large cock while the naked slave dropped to his chest and began licking Angel’s boots.

Choirboy stepped up on the slave’s back and moved closer until he and Angel were nose to nose.  Angel stood his ground and did not move, and the slave did not stop licking.  Choirboy scowled at Angel.  “You really don’t want to go there.”

“Possibly, but what are you after from me?” Angel asked as he stepped back.  Choirboy remained standing on the slave, who did not move.

“Believe it or not, I’m asking you to enforce the rules,” Choirboy said.

Angel raised an eyebrow and looked at him a little skeptically. 

“Well, enforce them, at least as far as Spike is concerned.  Just ignore the rules for me,” Choirboy grinned as he stepped off the slave's back.  The slave immediately crawled forward to resume polishing Angel's boots with his tongue.

“And what do I get out of this?”

“Retribution and revenge for your forced humiliation.”

“Hmm.  Let’s just say I’m willing to give you a little more leeway with the rules.”

“And what does that mean?”

“You’ll just have to wait and see,” Angel replied as he stuck out his right hand.

“That doesn’t seem to give me anything,”  Choirboy said as he ignored the hand.

“You’ll just have to trust me on this one.  Or you could replace slaveboy here for 12 hours and I will not only ignore the rules for you, I’ll even help you with Spike,” Angel replied as he kicked at the slave.   The look that crossed Angel’s face was not a kind or benevolent one.

Choirboy looked at Angel before finally reaching out to shake the offered hand, saying, “No thanks for the 12 hours, but I’ll trust you on the leeway.  Don’t try and fuck me over.”  As soon as their hands clasped, Angel clamped down and pulled Choirboy up against him. With the other hand, he grabbed the back of Choirboy's head, pulled it in close, and gave a big, sloppy, wet kiss. 

“You’re sure you don’t want me to ignore the rules?” Angel said in a voice that sent chills up Choirboy’s spine.  And not chills of desire.

Choirboy sputtered as he backed up.  “Not going to happen.  Besides,  I’m going to be too busy with Spike.  And you couldn’t handle me.”

Angel just laughed at the last comment as he dropped the hand and started to turn around.

“I’d get out of here quickly, or they just might see how much YOU can handle right now.”  As he said that, he pointed to his fellow skinheads.  As Angel continued walking off, the slave rose to his hands and knees and crawled after him.

Choirboy looked around and noted that there were several more skinheads in the area than when he first arrived, and they were looking a little hungry for some action.  Even he was wary of this group, so he quickly walked back to safer territory. However, Angel’s suggestion did give him something to think about.   Maybe he and Angel should have a stakes match, ran through his head before rejecting the idea.  He was a little afraid for one of the few times in his life.  He shook that thought out of his mind as he had a match to prepare for in a couple of hours.

Day two

It was day two of Leather Week, and the crowd gathered around the outdoor wrestling ring, anticipating the upcoming match in which Choirboy had challenged Spike to a stakes wrestling match.  The winner would get control of the loser for 24 hours as a no-limits slave.  Choirboy was looking for retribution after having to kiss Spike's foot to get into the campground.  Kyle, Choirboy's slave, had already paid for that insult and was moving a little slowly.

Back at the ring, people were assembling and getting ready for the action.  There was some mumbling and grumbling about two areas on each side of the ring, which had been sectioned off and labeled as reserved, which had cut down on some prime viewing spots.  Each section had several chairs in it. 

Chad and Dan, along with Brice’s two twinks, had snagged standing areas near the front of the viewing area.

There was a loud squeal from the sound system. 

“Okay you leather deviants, settle down for our second match today.  One that I know most of you are looking forward to.  Our first contestant is everyone’s least favorite person here this year, SPIKE.”

As Spike started to walk toward the ring, he was met with an overwhelming chorus of boos and obscene suggestions.  Spike, 5'4 and 135 pounds, was dressed in a pair of stars and striped trunks.  His knee pads were white with the American flag on them, as were his boots.  His entourage consisted of The Patriot (his tag team partner), Bully (his personal slave), and Wrestledaddy, whose relationship with Spike was convoluted and not fully understood.

Arriving in the ring, Spike jumped up on the middle ropes, threw his hands in the air, and posed for the crowd, who only booed louder.  He just smirked at the crowd and egged them on.

“Next into the ring, after his brilliant and devious performance in the last match, is our referee for this match. The one and only Angel.”  Angel was dressed in his skinhead kit; except he was wearing a loose black and white striped stringer to indicate he was the ref.  He jogged down toward the ring to both cheers and boos. 

Once at ringside, he went up to Spike’s retinue, pointed to one of the “reserved areas,” and said, “You guys will be sitting over there.”

The Patriot started, “We are going to be near ringside….”

“No, you fucking well will not.  I’m not going to have you guys interfering or distracting me,” Angel said as he and Patriot got nose to nose.  “So, your choice, the reserved area or away from the wrestling venue altogether."  After watching the matches yesterday, Angel had gotten the idea for the ‘reserved’ area.

After some mumbling and grumbling, Patriot stepped back and signaled the others to move to the area and take the seats.  Almost immediately, several members of the Demons, in full leather regalia, appeared and stood between the group and the ring.

“Oh, fucking no,” Bully said as he started to stand.

Tank, leader of the Demons, pushed Bully back into his chair and snarled, “Keep your ass in that chair, and we will not have a problem.  Get up, and several of us are going to have fun beating all your asses.”  Several of the Demons got closer.

Tank said, "Just making sure everything is up and up and that you guys aren’t interfering.”

Bully started to respond when The Patriot grabbed his arm and pulled him back.   Tank just looked at them.  “Our only job is making sure you don’t interfere.  Otherwise, we are going to be invisible, and we aren’t going to get involved.”

Spike nodded, leaned over, and whispered to Bully, “And if necessary, we can protect Spike.”  Bully nodded and sat but still kept a wary eye on the Demons.

Angel entered the ring and explained to Spike that he was sequestering each wrestler’s retinue to a guarded area to eliminate outside involvement.  Spike just smiled and said, "Good idea."  He looked over at the Patriot and winked.

“And for our next wrestler, that evil devil who looks like a heavenly Angel, we have Choirboy.”

Choirboy walked toward the ring dressed in his usual "angelic" attire of all-white trunks, knee pads, and boots.  He wore two white leather bands around his biceps.  The cheers that came from the crowd were loud and unusual for the Choirboy, who was generally seen as a heel.  But then again, at the Campground, that didn’t mean a whole hell of a lot.  He was accompanied to the ring by his present slave Kyle, who was usually in heavy bondage but today was bondage-free but still naked except for his boots.  Two other people accompanied Kyle.  Robbie was a 5' 10" muscle dude, while Georgie was a 6’5” 300-pound monster.  When they neared the ring, Choirboy directed them to the other "reserved" area.  Spike missed the implication that Choirboy was already aware of the restrictions.

After arriving at the designated area, Choirboy’s retinue was surrounded by several of Angel’s skinheads.  As Choirboy entered the ring, he winked at Angel so nobody else noted.

After calling the wrestlers to the middle of the ring, Angel began his instructions.  “Okay, guys, your reputations precede you, and I know what I am getting into.  I expect, no DEMAND, that you both obey the rules.  And after the last match, I will not hesitate to disqualify your worthless, cheating asses if necessary.  Understand.”

"Sure, obey the rules, kick this little punk's ass, and have fun for the next 24 hours," Spike responded.

Choirboy just laughed.  "Hallucinating again, are you?  Yeah, Yeah, I know the rules of the game."

Angel had each wrestler take a couple of steps backward so that he could get some separation between them for their foreign body check. He began with Choirboy and gave him a very thorough check.  Some would say that Choirboy had been molested, but he didn’t seem to care.

Angel then went over and repeated the same inspection on Spike.  After checking the trunks and the knee pads, Angel knelt down to inspect the boots.  When he asked Spike to raise his second boot so that he could check the soles, Spike looked down as he lifted it.

Choirboy charged across the space, dividing the two wrestlers, leaped over Angel, and drove a right forearm hard into the upper chest of Spike, knocking him backward and into the ropes.  The crowd cheered.

As soon as Choirboy had started his leap over Angel, the announcer, with a new hundred-dollar bill in his pocket along with a promise of a visit from Kyle, rang the bell to start the match so that Choirboy's forearm was legal.

Angel stood up from the mat, looked at the bell manager, and smirked but ignored the early action.

Choirboy landed on his feet and spun around, driving a back kick into the side of Spike’s head, knocking him along the ropes.  Choirboy followed the kick by grabbing Spike’s head and snapmaring him onto his back in the middle of the ring.  He followed this up by dropping an elbow into the abs, followed by a series of punches.

“Hey, watch the fists,” the ref admonished.

Choirboy stopped the punches, twisted around until he sat his ass on Spike's face, leaned down, and locked in an abdominal claw.

Spike grabbed at Choirboy's hands but could not break the hold.  He began trying to wiggle his way out of the hold and free himself, but since he was having minimal success with this approach, Spike opened his mouth wide and bit down on Choirboy's balls, and once he was locked on, he began to twist and turn.

“AAhhh, my fucking balls,” Choirboy screamed as he dropped the abs claw and reached down for his balls.  When Spike felt Choirboy’s hands, he released his bite, and Choirboy quickly rolled to one side and slid across the ring.

Spike rolled to his knees and got to his feet.  Angel was immediately nose-to-nose with him.

“Watch the damned low blows or else,”  Angel screamed.

“There was no low “blow,” just a low bite, and I don’t remember anything about that in the rules,” Spike responded.  He gently pushed Angel to the side and approached Choirboy, who had just returned to his feet.

Spike felt his right arm being grabbed, and he was pulled slightly backward.

“Keep your goddamned hands off me, asshole.  Next time, it is an automatic disqualification,” The ref screamed.

“Don’t be such a fucking snowflake,” Spike responded while pulling his arm free. Spike turned back towards Choirboy, where he received a spinning elbow to the side of the head, knocking him sideways and backward.  After slamming his elbow into the side of the head, Choirboy turned slightly and punched his right arm forward, slamming his fist into Spike’s solar plexus.

When Choirboy slammed his fist into the solar plexus, Spike’s retinue stood up and began screaming at the ref about the fist.  As they stood, the Demons tightened up around them to prevent them from approaching the ring.  This also had the effect of obscuring their vision somewhat.

Across the ring in the Choirboy’s reserved area, the skinheads also closed ranks giving a screen to the wrestlers sitting behind them.  Additionally, several audience members moved between the reserved area and the ring.  Kyle, Robbie, and Georgie slipped out the back of the reserved seating area as three other audience members fell into the area. The replacements, who bore some resemblance to the originals, were dressed identically to the original wrestlers, right down to a naked Kyle.

Kyle, Robbie, and Georgie circled around the back of the audience until they were behind where Patriot, Wrestledaddy, and Bully were sitting.  They blended into the crowd in the area but otherwise did nothing else.

Back in the ring, as the fist struck home, the audience could hear the air being expelled from Spike and his face pucker up like a puffer fish. Choirboy followed up with a standing drop kick, which knocked Spike back into the ropes.  As he rebounded off, he was met with Choirboy’s feet in his abs, his hands grabbed around the neck, and Choirboy flipped Spike over his body with Spike slamming down onto the ring mat and bouncing twice.

While Spike was still in the air, Choirboy had already begun rolling out of the ring, such that when Spike slammed down, the Choirboy was standing at Spike’s feet when he quit bouncing.  Choirboy reached under the ropes, grabbed both ankles, and yanked Spike out of the ring.  He pulled hard enough that Spike was suspended in the air for a second before dropping down to the grass, landing full length on his back.

When Choirboy exited the ring and grabbed the ankles, Bully began screaming at the ref to get Choirboy back in the ring.  Thus, Angel, who had turned to see what Bully was calling about, was not looking when Choirboy lifted both legs and then dropped down, slamming his forehead into Spike’s balls, eliciting a scream and causing Spike to sit up.

After he sat up, Choirboy slammed a forearm across the upper chest and lower neck, slamming Spike’s head back to the ground.  This only further infuriated Spike’s team.  The ref heard the scream and turned to look outside the ring to observe Choirboy delivering his forearm.  He walked over to the ropes.

“Hey, get the action back in the ring, now,” he screamed.

Choirboy stood, grabbed Spike's hair, and pulled him to his feet. He lifted him into a cross-body hold and slammed his back into the ring post three times before twisting Spike around and dropping him abs first across his knees.  He rolled Spike off his knees and then rolled back under the ring, breaking Angel’s count.  Choirboy then tried to exit the ring again, causing the ref to prevent him from doing so.  Choirboy got to his feet and backpedaled to the middle of the ring with his hands raised.

The ref began his count again as Spike slowly regained his feet and was partially holding onto the ring apron and slightly bent over.  Choirboy charged across the ring and, at the last moment, dropped to the mat and did a baseball slide under the ropes with his feet slamming into Spikes's head and upper chest.  Spike stumbled backward until he was partially into the audience, where two of the audience members pushed Spike forcefully back toward the ring.  Another member stuck his foot out, tripping up Spike, who slammed down onto the turf chest first, causing the ref to exit the ring to berate the audience members and to make sure there were no further interventions.

Bully, Patriot, and Wrestledaddy began screaming about the audience participation and pushed up against the Demons who were holding them back.  Seeing the three moving in the direction of the ring, other audience members also got between them and the ring when suddenly all three of them screamed as steel-toed boots rose from behind between their legs, slamming into their unprepared balls.  Kyle, Robbie, and Georgie had taken advantage of Spike’s friends’ attention to the action in the ring to slip up behind them.

As soon as Bull’s balls were impacted, two hands grasped around his neck and pulled him backward and downward, where his back slammed into Kyle’s knees, further winding him.  When Bully hit the knees and arched his back, Kyle released the neck, and Robbie grabbed Bully by the back of the head and forced him forward and downward, slamming Bully’s forehead into the ground.  Kyle slid around, locked on a triangle choke hold, and lay back on the turf.  Before walking away, Robbie kicked Bully in the nuts again.

Georgie, almost twice Patriot’s size, grabbed him by the neck and executed a chock slam to the ground.  He followed this by splashing on Patriot, flattening him like a pancake.  He repeated splashing down and Patriot was struggling to catch his breath.  Georgie dropped behind Patriot and locked him into a sleeper. Typically, Patriot would have made a more valiant escape attempt, but the lack of air had severely hindered him.

After slamming Bully’s head into the turf, Robbie turned back to Wrestledaddy, who had recovered faster than Robbie would have anticipated.  Wrestledaddy’s sexual time with Spike had included a lot of ball abuse, so he was better prepared for the blow.  He turned toward Robbie but stumbled forward when one of the Demons shoved him in the back.  As he stumbled forward, Robbie responded with a right punch to the jaw, knocking Wrestledaddy to the turf. 

Georgie looked over at Bully, who was still struggling in the triangle choke and actually appeared to be making progress toward breaking the hold.  Georgie stood up, walked over, and kicked Bully in the balls again, taking most of the fight out of him.  Shortly thereafter, he succumbed to Kyle’s triangle choke and was out.

Wrestledaddy had managed to get back to his hands and knees when a steel-toed boot slammed into his abdomen, actually lifting him slightly off the turf.  As he dropped back to his hands and knees, Robbie dropped onto Wrestledaddy’s back, forcing him entirely to the turf.  He locked on a supine full nelson, placed his knees in the upper back, pulled upward, and pushed the chin down.  This restricted Wrestledaddy’s breathing, and he quickly passed out.  Choirboy’s three friends sat down on top of Spike’s friends to better monitor them and make sure they stayed unable to assist Spike.

Spike’s retinue had been neutralized, and the Demons and the Skinheads had done nothing to interfere other than Butch’s push in the back.  After all, their job was to keep the teams from interfering in the matches, not to prevent them from fighting amongst themselves.  At least, that was their story.

Choirboy pulled Spike to his feet, grabbed the back of his head, and slammed it into the nearest ring post before rolling back into the ring.  The ref was still arguing with the audience when Kyle slipped by the Demons, pulled Spike up, and delivered a pile driver into the turf before pulling Spike up, slamming his back into the ring edge, and then rolling him back into the ring.  Choirboy removed one of the leather bands circling his upper arm and tossed it out of the ring in front of the skinheads.

When Angel returned to the ring, he noted that Choirboy was standing in the middle of the ring with Spike in an abdominal stretch.  He quickly looked in the reserved areas and noted Choirboy’s friends sitting on Spike’s immobilized friends, but as they weren’t interfering in the match itself, he couldn’t care less.   As he walked back over to the ring and climbed in, he kept a close eye on Choirboy and noted that he delivered several legal strikes to the stretched abs.  As Angel approached the two wrestlers, he realized that Choirboy was actually choking Spike, and he suddenly balled up his fist and slammed it down into Spike’s balls.

“Watch the damned low blows and break the hold,” Angel demanded. 

“Oops, my bad,” Choirboy chuckled as he released the stretch, grabbed Spike by the back of the head, and threw him out of the ring in front of the skinheads, who made no motion toward Spike.  However, when Angel turned and began berating Choirboy about the blow to the balls and the choke, a couple of leather-clad doms, who were friendly with Spike, walked past the skinheads and approached Spike, where one picked up the armband, wrapped it around Spike’s throat, turned back-to-back pulling the band over his shoulder and bending forward, and using the band lifted Spike’s feet off the ground along his back and choking him out at the same time.  The other dom began using Spike's abs as his own personal punching bag, with an occasional low blow.

Spike's face started turning red and then purple from the choke and the ab punches.  Both of the leathermen kept an eye on the action inside the ring, and when they noted Angel starting to turn, they unceremoniously dropped Spike to the turf and melted back into the crowd.  As they did so, one stomped Spike in the stomach, muttering, “Make me kiss your feet, will you?” while the other placed the white leather band around his bicep.

Angel came over and began his count on Spike, who lay on the ground, sputtering and taking deep breaths.  Choirboy grabbed the top rope with both hands and leaped over it, landing with both feet into Spike’s abs, causing him to double up and further forcing what little air there was from his body.  Choirboy pulled Spike up, delivered a closed fist into the abs, then rolled Spike back into the ring.  He followed shortly as Angel rebuked him for the outside-the-ring action and the fists.

“Oh, fuck off,” was Choirboy’s response turning slightly to look at Angel.  As he turned back toward Spike, a sharp pain exploded in his balls as Spike delivered a mule kick up between the legs.  Choirboy stepped back and dropped to his knees.

As Spike struggled back to his feet, Angel was in his face.  At this point, Spike was acting on pure instinct.

“Watch the goddamn fucking low blows.  I ought to disqualify your fucking ass right now,” he screamed.

“Oh, now you're going to enforce…” Spike began.

“I’ve always been enforcing the rules, so don’t try that lame excuse.  Don’t let it happen again.”  As Angel spoke these last few words, he used his finger to poke Spike in the chest with each word.  This had the effect of diverting Spike’s attention away from Choirboy, who managed to regain his feet but was hunched over and in obvious pain.  Stepping around Angel, Spike grabbed a handful of hair and locked on a side headlock to buy some time while he regained his breath and strength.

“Break the hold,” Angel screamed.

“What the fuck for,” Spike asked.

“You used an illegal hair pull, so break the hold.”

“You’re fucking kidding right?” Spike asked incredulously as Angel began to count.

When he was near five, Spike released the hold and then turned to look at Angel with disbelief on his face.  As soon as his head was free, Choirboy rammed his arm between Spike’s leg, crushing the balls while at the same time lifting Spike up and across his shoulders in a backbreaker.  He used his other hand to grab the chin and pull down, preventing Spike from complaining about the ball shot.  Angel just walked around to see if Spike wanted to submit, which he did not.  Choirboy began to bounce up and down, further bending Spike’s back while continuing to pull down on the chin and using his other hand to slap, punch, and squeeze Spike’s balls when Angel was out of position.

He finally dropped Spike down to the mat and began kicking into Spikes's abs, chest, and side.  Spike finally managed to roll out of the ring onto the turf, but Choirboy started to follow him.  However, as Choirboy got between the ropes, Angel reached out, grabbed him, and physically pulled him back into the ring, all the while screaming at him to “keep it in the ring.”  Choirboy began arguing back.

Seizing on the chaos in the ring, Georgie approached Spike, drove a forearm across the back of the head, slamming Spike’s forehead into the ring apron before he picked Spike up and suplexes him to the ground, followed by Georgie jumping onto the ring, apron and frog splashing onto a stunned Spike.  The obvious weight differential was noted as Spike sank slightly into the turf.  Georgie pulled Spike upright by the hair and trunks and literally lifted him back onto the ring apron, where Spike instinctively grabbed the ropes to steady himself.  The trunk pull had also given Spike a major wedgie, which didn’t help with the pain in his balls.  Georgie returned to the reserved area and reapplied a sleeper hold to a slowly awakening Patriot.

Seeing Georgie lift Spike back onto the apron, Choirboy threw his hands up and said, “Fine, fine, you’re right,” as he stepped back from Angel.

Angel backed off, turned to check on Spike, and noted that he had climbed back onto the ring apron.  Choirboy charged around the ref and drove a fist into Spike’s abs causing him to bend over and loosen his hold on the ropes.  Choirboy grabbed a handful of hair and pulled Spike partway between the first and second ropes.  He reached over the top rope, grabbed the back of Spike’s trunks, and pulled upward, intensifying the wedgie and the pain in his balls while simultaneously pushing down on the head and neck, succeeding in flipping Spike so that his body was now twisted between the first and second rope with it cutting across the upper chest.

Choirboy began a series of punches and kicks to the chest and abdomen of his trapped opponent, using him as a workout bag.  Every time Angel pushed Choirboy back, he would wait until Angel turned back towards Spike before he charged in and began the punishing blows again.  After the fourth time, Angel threatened to disqualify Choirboy unless he stayed out of the way.

Angel was having difficulty flipping Spike out of the ropes, so Choirboy came over, grabbed the legs, and pulled out and up until the ropes reached the critical point, and the ropes flipped over, flinging Spike backward out of the ring and onto the ground ringside.  Angel turned and made sure that Choirboy wasn’t exiting the ring as well, and Choirboy again engaged Angel in an argument.

A different member of the audience, who was normally a switch, slipped out and dropped an elbow into Spike’s abdomen before lifting him and dropping him abs first across his knee.  He followed this up with two stomps to the abs before kicking him in the balls and then slipping back into the audience.   Spike’s little demonstration of power at the start of the week had obviously earned him some animosity as campers looking for a little payback got involved.

Angel looked over the ropes and saw Spike lying on the ground, cupping his nuts as he began his count.  As he approached the count of 8, Choirboy interrupted him because he didn’t want to win by count out.  This distraction gave Spike time to crawl back up to his feet and onto the ring apron before slipping into the ring.

As Choirboy and Spike approached each other, Spike kicked out with a leg, aiming for Choirboy’s abs.  The kick was not nearly full strength so Choirboy, expecting the move, grabbed the ankle and spun Spike around before locking his hands around the waist and suplexing Spike to the mat.  Once they hit the mat, Choirboy covered Spike and quickly locked on a supine guillotine hold, stretching him out as hard as possible.  Spike could feel the pain throughout his body.

“Do you wish to submit,” Angel asked.

“No, goddamn it, no,” Spike grunted.

Choirboy freed up one hand before delivering a series of blows to the stretched abs.  Tiring of the hold, Choirboy released it before pulling himself and Spike to their feet and backing Spike into the ring ropes.

Spike was expecting to be flung across the ring, but instead, Choirboy hopped over the ropes to the ring apron.  He pulled Spike’s arm over the rope, then reached down and grabbed both ankles, pulling them between the second and third rope and locking them onto his thighs.  He locked on a reverse chin lock and leaned backward off the ring apron.  He had essentially placed Spike into a standing camel clutch using the ropes and his entire body weight to exacerbate the stretch and the pain.  The advantage of this version of the clutch is that it allowed Choirboy to use his body weight and gravity to do most of the work.

“Hey, drop the hold and get back into the ring,” Angel demanded.

“Why, this hold is much more fun this way.”

“It is also against the rules, so drop it and get back in the ring.”

“Which rule,” Choirboy asked innocently.

“The rules about breaking while in the ropes, not using the ropes as a weapon, and being outside the ring.  Now break.”

“Nah, I’m having too much fun.”  Spike definitely wasn’t having any fun, much less too much fun.

Angel ordered Choirboy to break the hold several more times before he began his count.  At four, Choirboy dropped the hold, and Spike sagged down with only his arms over the top rope holding him up.

Choirboy grabbed the second rope and then catapulted into the ring, bringing the second rope above the first and locking Spike’s arms in the ropes.  As soon as he landed, he spun around, driving a heel kick into the abs of his opponent.  He followed this up with a series of knees and punches before Angel could gain control and push him back.

“Touch him before I get him out of the ropes, and I’ll disqualify you,” Angel threatened.  He then disentangled Spike from the ropes, causing him to slump to the ring mat.

As soon as Spike hit the mat, Choirboy grabbed a double handful of hair and pulled him up. He quickly lifted him up as if he was going to apply a bear hug but instead inverted him so that he was head down.  He charged into the nearest turnbuckle, and when he released Spike, he tangled the feet into the ropes, trapping Spike into the tree of woe.

Once he had him in place, he resumed his assault on Spike’s abs using fists, knees, and feet. He did a fair amount of damage before Angel interfered to stop the action and release Spike from the tree, causing him to fall to the mat.

Choirboy grabbed an ankle, pulled Spike to the middle of the ring, and dropped a forehead between his spread thighs, impacting the balls and squishing them.  He stepped back when Angel threatened him but immediately rolled Spike to his stomach before standing on the back of the legs, pulling Spike up by his wrists behind his back and rocking back into a suspended surfboard.  He pushed up with his legs and pulled down with his arms, once again stretching Spike out.

He held the hold for some time before he heard “One, two…” as Angel slapped

 the mat, counting and realized that Angel was counting that his shoulders were down on the mat.”

“Stupid son a bitch,” he yelled as he dropped Spike out of the hold by turning to his side.  “That was a bullshit call.”

“Your shoulders were down, so I began to count.  Standard rules,” was all Angel said.

This time, Choirboy locked Spike’s ankles against his thighs, grabbed the wrists, and lifted Spike into a swinging surfboard, making sure to involve as much motion as possible.

Spike simply groaned until “I give, no more, I give” could be heard coming from his mouth.

Angel stood up and signaled for the bell to the overwhelming approval of the crowd.

“You’ve won, so drop the hold,” Angel demanded.

“Nah, I won, so I get to do what I want to the SOB for the next 24 hours, and this is what I want,” Choirboy responded.

“Suit yourself,” Angel said as he started to exit the ring.  He turned back towards Choirboy and said, only loud enough for him to hear, “See, I enforced the rules ‘fairly’ but managed to give you and your pals a little more leeway, just like I promised.  Remember that you owe me one.” He winked at Choirboy and exited the ring.

Choirboy held the hold for another couple of minutes until Spike begged for the hold to end.  Choirboy dropped him to the mat, kneeled beside him, and whispered, “Don’t forget you got what you wished for.”

Chad smirked as the end of the match came.  Dan had several times wanted to intervene, but Chad had let him know that wasn’t a smart thing to do.  Dan was rather upset with the final outcome.

“Look, Cumface, you of all people should know that matches at the campground are usually not fair, but we all go into them knowing what could happen.  Although, sometimes the results are totally unpredictable,” Chad said as he stared at Dan, who had the good grace to blush, “we all agreed to that possibility when we signed up.  So, Spike, who, by the way, brought this on himself, will just have to face the consequences.”

Dan just stood there saying nothing because he knew Chad was right.  This is what they all signed up for.

Kyle, Robbie, and Georgie relieved Patriot and Wrestledaddy of their clothing until they were naked.  Bully was already naked, so that wasn’t necessary for him.  After relieving them of their clothes, the three awakened their counterparts and said, “Thanks for the fun,” then made their way to the ring, leaving Spike’s retinue to fend for themselves.  They had awakened them because they wanted them to know what was happening to Spike.  There was no chance of their interference as several audience members had descended on them to prevent an attempt to interfere and have a little fun with the trio.

On the way to the ring, they grabbed a gym bag from their original seats and heaved it into the ring where Choirboy had already stripped Spike naked.  Reaching into the bag, he pulled out a leather cockring which he snapped tightly around Spike's cock and balls.  Kyle, who had slipped into the ring, began to suck, jerk, and manipulate Spike’s cock until it was rock hard, and then he tightened the cock ring even further to keep the blood trapped and keep the cock with a hard-on.

Kyle and Choirboy rolled Spike onto his stomach and brought his arms behind his back, where they were placed wrist to elbow, and a leather bondage device was used to secure the arms.  Next, a spiked collar (spiked both on the inside and the out) was tightly affixed to Spike’s neck, and a leather piss gag was locked behind the teeth.

Choirboy pulled Spike out of the ring and to his feet.  Once Spike was on his feet, Choirboy attached a pair of tight tit clamps to his chest and also a parachute with attached weight to the balls.  Choirboy began walking toward the dungeon tent, pulling Spike along.  The walking caused the weights to swing, eliciting loud moaning from Spike.

Bully, Patriot, and Wrestledaddy tried to head toward Spike but were being prevented by the crowd and were also being groped and manhandled.  Angel walked over to them and said, “Hey, stop with the damned theatrics.  Your boy lost, and he has to pay the price.  So, just fucking enjoy the show.”

“But he didn’t lose fairly because there was outside interference,” Bully began.

“I didn’t see any outside interference, and I called the match right down the line.  So quit with your damned bellyaching and quit being sore losers.”  He then tapped Bully not so gently on the balls before turning to walk off. 

“I’m sure you can check Spike out in the dungeon.”

Much to their chagrin, both Patriot and Wrestledaddy had developed hard-ons from the crowd manipulation.  Realizing that struggling wasn’t going to get them anywhere, they finally gave in to the crowd and joined in the developing orgy.

Bully wanted desperately to help Spike, but he was restrained by several big guys, with one whispering in his ear.  “Look, I know you are a loyal slave trying to protect your master, but he brought this on himself and knew what he was getting into.  While the next day will be uncomfortable and probably humiliating, he will be all right.  You need to calm down before you get yourself in real trouble with this crowd.”

Bully attempted to pull away again until the guy grabbed his balls and squeezed. 

“Fucking let it go, Bully.”  He stopped struggling and resisting, realizing there was nothing he could do. But he did not join in the developing orgy and gave both Patriot and Wrestledaddy decidedly evil looks.

Choirboy led a restrained and whimpering Spike over to the dungeon tent and took him over to the area where you could restrain someone between two poles.  There were already several people there masturbating, and a large contingent of campers followed along in his wake.  Spike was placed sitting on his legs, and his knees were spread out and tied to the poles. A padded table was placed behind him, and he was leaned back against the table with his head bent back on top of the table, placing his piss-gagged mouth at about a 45-degree angle.  A strap across the top of the head held it in place, as well as a strap over his already bound arms.

“Okay, campers.  To further show our appreciation to dear Spike here, we will be giving him more presents.  It is now 11:00 am, so until 11:00 am tomorrow, Spike here is going to be the campground cumdump.”

Spike grunted and tried to point out that he began his 24 hours about 45 minutes ago when the match ended, but no intelligible sound came out, and no one else cared.

Choirboy reached out with the toe of his boot and fondled Spikes cock ringed cock and balls.

“However, in order to maximize the amount of gifts, no one is going to be able to face fuck him.”  Protests erupted around the area.  “INSTEAD, you can do whatever you need to do to get hard and ready to shoot, and then you walk over and make your deposit into the sperm bank formerly known as Spike.”

As Choirboy said this, two of the masturbaters approached Spike on either side, and with a couple of more strokes, both deposited copious amounts of cum into Spike’s wide-open mouth.

“Make as many deposits as you like, and let’s see how much we can introduce to Cumdump here.”

A cheer arose from the crowd as more people stepped up and made a deposit.

Choirboy walked over to one of his friends and said,  “Make sure there is always someone prepping for a deposit.  Let’s get the most use out of him we can.”  Choirboy then marched over to Kyle, who was kneeling on the floor.  Choirboy locked a collar around his neck and tied the leash to a nearby pole.  He then handed him a clipboard.

“Your job is to keep an accurate account of how many deposits are made.”  He then leaned down and whispered in a very malicious voice,  “And don’t fucking screw it up, or I may have to Deposit you with Angel for a while.”

“No, Master, No, Sir, I will not fuck it up.  It will be accurate.”  As he said this, Kyle marked down five as that many deposits had already been made.  Choirboy turned to exit the dungeon when he noted Bully being escorted in by a couple of the Demons.  Bully gasped and made a few steps toward Spike.  Choirboy stepped in his path as the Demons also grabbed his biceps.

“Stop.  You are not to get involved.  He knew the stakes and is now going to have to pay them.  In spite of this, I know you could make a deposit as well if you wanted.  It would be only right,” Choirboy sneered as he slowly stroked Bully’s cock, which was locked to his umbilical ring. 

Looking at the two Demons, he said, “Make sure Bully boy comes over at least once an hour to get a look at his so-called master, Mr. Cumdump himself.”

Choirboy laughed as he turned to exit the dungeon which was blocked by Slutboy.

“Looks like you could use a little relief there, Mr. Choirboy,” he stated as he reached out and stroked Choirboy’s hard cock through his wrestling trunks.  “I’ve got an hour or so before I have to be at the skinheads, and it looks like one of the slings is available.”  As he finished his statement, he leaned in and sucked one of Choirboy’s tits into his mouth.

Usually, Choirboy didn’t like his subs being so forward, but he knew with BJ, it was a way of life, so he simply said, “Yeah, why not?  Even you deserve the best sometimes.  Let’s go.”  With that, Slutboy released the tit and ran over to the slings, where he knocked aside one of the campers about to get into the last available sling.

“This is mine, so you can just fucking wait,” he growled as he heaved himself into the sling and lifted his legs up.  Choirboy just laughed as he walked over to the sling, pulling his cock out of his wrestling trunks as he did so.  The camper who had been knocked aside walked to the head of the sling and inserted his cock into Slutboy’s orifice.

Bully chose not to watch Master Spike’s humiliation, but once every hour, he was forced to come in and watch for a few minutes.  He got more agitated with each visit.   By the end of the 24 hours, Spike’s head and body were covered with fresh and dried spunk, and Bully got angrier.  At his last visit, he was made to stay as Choirboy came into the tent.

Two more guys were just erupting when Choirboy said, “Okay, boys, times up, cumdump is closed.”  Protests erupted but quickly died down at the look from Choirboy.

“So, Kyle, why don’t you let Bully and the rest of us know how cumdump Spike did.”

“He received close to 21 appreciations an hour for a total of 495,” Kyle replied.

“Ooh, now we can’t let him stop so close to a better number, so I’m extending the donation period for five more cums if there is anyone…,”.  Before he could finish his sentence, 5 of the naked masturbators closed in and quickly released their loads.

“Okay, there you go, 500 loads in 24 hours.  I’m sure that’s a camp record and not likely to be broken anytime soon,” Choirboy intoned.  A loud cheer went up from the assembled body, except for Bully, who was seeing red.

“Let’s give our cumdump a round of applause for his most excellent service,” Choirboy teased as the crowd applauded.

“Before we let  you go, let’s get you cleaned up.”  With that, Choirboy pulled out his cock and proceeded to piss over Spike, which only cleaned off the fresh cum; the dried remained attached.  He then reached over to begin unbinding Spike.

“Oh, Master Choirboy, don’t stop my fun now.   After you beat my ass, you deserve to get some satisfaction and appreciation from me,” one of the audience members said in a remarkable imitation of Spike.

Choirboy looked at the guy until he was uncomfortable and looked down, but then Choirboy said, “You don’t want to be let go; you want to continue, Spike?”

“Oh, yes, Master Choirboy, yes, sir,” the imitator intoned.

“For how long?”

“How about another 24 hours, Sir.”

Spike began moaning and shaking his head as much as possible in objection, and Bully screamed, “Oh fucking hell now,” as he charged forward.  It took several members of the Demons and the crowd, plus a couple of ball shots, to stop and subdue Bully, and many of them would look the worse for wear later.  As Bully continued to curse and scream, someone removed their crusty jock and stuffed it into his mouth.

Choirboy turned back toward Spike, got a very malicious look in his eyes, and said, “Well, never let it be said that I wasn’t merciful and helpful..” he started saying only to hear a loud round of laughter and a few “yeah, right…oh, that is correct.”

“So, of course, I’ll grant you request,” he finished.  He then proceeded to free Spike and pull him to his feet with the assistance of Georgie.  Spike tried to resist but had been tied in position for so long that he was stiff and unable to move effectively.  Spike was pulled over to the sling, where he was tied in with his legs in the air.  Choirboy turned to Kyle, whose leash had been removed from the wall, and whispered in his ear.

“Yes, Master, Sir, Yes,” he said as he turned and ran out of the tent.

Choirboy applied liberal amounts of lube to Spike’s ass and Choirboy’s cock before plunging his cock balls deep on the first thrust earning a loud grunt from Spike as he tried to maneuver away.  Choirboy instructed Georgie to “shut him up” as he started a rough fuck.  Georgie complied by stuffing his cock down Spike’s throat.

Choirboy continued his assault for almost 30 minutes before finally erupting a shower of cum which he deposited on Spike’s body by pulling out at the appropriate time.  Georgie got a considerable amount of cum on him as well, but he didn’t mind as it pushed him over the edge, and he got to make a ‘direct deposit.’

Choirboy sighed as he finished cumming and looked up at Georgie.   “Let those people I may owe something to have a go at this damned whore.  I’ll see you tomorrow,” Choirboy said as he looked Spike in the eye.  The glare he got back was pure evil.

As he turned to leave the dungeon, he looked at the men holding a still-struggling Bully down.

“Lock him in the cage over there so you can witness his master being put in his rightful place.”

“You got it.”  Bully was then forced into the cage and locked in. 

Choirboy just laughed as he exited the tent, unaware of the amount of anger that he had instilled in Bully.  But in time, he would probably come to understand.

So many people were enjoying Spike's humiliation that they prevented Spike’s friends from interfering in the second 24-hour trial.  Although truth be known, there were not many genuine attempts.  Hell, even Patriot knew Spike had brought this on himself and knew that trying to interfere could get ugly, so he didn’t even try.  Unbeknownst to him, he had also earned the ire of Bully. 

Near the end of the 24 hours, Choirboy came back in and had one final fuck before the time was up.  Choirboy did not deposit the cum within Spike but instead deposited it on his genitals, abs, and chest.  Kyle had returned with Choirboy with a brown paper bag in his hand.  Kyle reached over and began smearing the cum over Spike’s cock and balls.  Once he had them coated, he began to force Spike’s balls, one at a time, through a small cock ring.  It was necessary to flatten the balls somewhat, causing some pain to him.  The ring was hinged and could have been applied that way, but Kyle was out for maximum discomfort. Once both balls were through the ring, the deflated cock was passed through as well.

Spike, realizing what was happening, began to scream, “No, goddamn it, no, not again,” and struggled until several muscular guys came over to hold him still.   Next, Spike’s cock was passed into a tube almost too small for the size of the cock.  The tube was attached to the cockring via an s screw.  A latticed piece was then inserted over the cockhead, and it was also locked into position.  Next, a solid metal scrotum sac was closed over the balls. The size was such that the balls were under mild pressure.  This was then locked closed and attached to the cock ring.  Spike’s junk was now encased in Steelwerk’s Full Metal Jacket for the second time, and his balls were under pressure.

While Kyle had been placing the chastity device, Choirboy had pulled on a pair of latex gloves and opened a bottle.  He showed it to the crowd, and it said, “Gorilla super glue.”  The crowd went ecstatic, screaming, yelling, and laughing.  Most of them had seen this before, and they all got an extra laugh when they heard Spike whining.  Choirboy placed the glue over and into each locking S screw.  This wasn’t just slipping off or simply being screwed open. 

He released Spike from all his bondage with, “Yeah, you’re an okay fuck, but a much better cumdump.  Doesn’t look like you’re going to get to use that cock any this week.”  He laughed as he and Kyle started to exit the tent. 

Spike slowly stood as he was still stiff and was still covered in cum.  He knew while last time it had taken six weeks to get the device off, he now knew how to do it so it should be much quicker.  But it wasn’t happening this week.  He quickly turned when he heard a roar and a big thump.  It took him a second to realize that Bully, once released from the cage, had charged across the area, flattened Choirboy with a flying tackle, and was now raining down punches.  It took several people to pull Bully off, and only when Spike began soothing him did he calm down.

“What the….” Choirboy started but then decided to remain silent after seeing the look in Bully’s eyes.  He slowly pulled himself up from the floor and, looking over at Spike and Bully, simply nodded as he and Kyle walked out.

“Shit, payback from that is going to be intense,” someone said.

Choirboy, however, wasn’t sure that he would exact any direct payback as he was actually impressed with Bully’s devotion (and now a little afraid of him if truth be told) but knew he probably needed to do something to maintain his reputation.   Kyle, on the other hand, was in for a rough evening.