The Campground 2: Day 6
Pete vs Stuart
By
The Mangler
There was a lot of animosity between the next two contestants. It started
on day 2 when Pete was running his mouth and ended up with his balls in
Stuart’s hands—and not gently. The animosity morphed into hatred when Pete
attempted to help out his fellow skin Angel during a match yesterday, but Stu
interfered and took Pete out of the action. Needless to say, Pete was livid and
out for blood.
This match wasn’t as well attended as some others because it had to be
squeezed in early in the morning before other matches. It was a match between two smaller duds.
Stuart, or Stu as he was sometimes called, admitted to being a twink and was
proud of it. Stuart was 5’7” tall and
weighed 110 pounds. Although he was
skinny, he worked out and was strong. Stuart was most well known as one of the
duo of twinks who had some mysterious hold over Brice, a muscular dude who now
sported a twink flag tattoo on his ass and was his backup along with Chuck and Chad.
Pete was a member of the skinhead contingent and was also a smaller
specimen. However, if you called him a
twink you were most likely to have your ass kicked, regardless of your size. He stood 5’6” tall and weighed 110
pounds. Like Stu, although small, he was
strong and, more importantly, devious.
The skinheads, including Ace and Angel, backed him up.
Both wrestlers had elected to wrestle in singlets. Stu’s was dark blue
with the twink flag emblem on the front. Pete’s was pure black, with the emblem
being a fist with the middle finger extended which said ‘fuck you’, Pete’s life
philosophy.
After entering the ring, both wrestlers moved to the middle of the ring
to meet the ref. The ref was wearing a
standard ref’s shirt, which was unbuttoned, exposing his hairy chest and beer
gut. He was one of the well-known bears
at Leather Week and was called, appropriately, Bear. He was only 5’9” but weighed 190 pounds.
“Okay twinkies,” the ref began.
“Don’t call me a twink,” Pete snarled.
The ref turned directly to Pete and stepped closer. “I’ll call you any damned thing I want,
pipsqueak.” The two stood staring into
each other's eyes. Pete saw red but elected to let it pass for now. He wasn’t
letting anything get between him and Stu, but he would deal with the ref later.
The ref began again, “Alright twinkies, you know the rules, so I won’t
waste my time reviewing them. However, I
AM fucking in charge in this ring and you will do what I tell you, when I tell
you, and how I tell you. GOT IT?”
“Yeah, I got it,” Stu replied.
Pete didn’t say anything until the ref gave him the evil eye. “Yeah, yeah, you are in charge.”
The ref sent both wrestlers back to their corners, and once they were in
place, he signaled for the bell. Both
competitors charged out of the ring full throttle and slammed chests in the
middle of the ring. Neither one moved
back from the blow. Instead, they locked
up in a collar and elbow.
After circling the ring, Pete released from the hold, dropped to his
knees, grabbed Stu around his calves, and headbutted into his midsection,
forcing Stu’s center of gravity to shift backward. At the same time, Pete yanked forward on the
calf’s dropping Stu to his back. Pete
immediately dropped an elbow onto the upper thigh near the groin, but sparing
the balls, so it wasn’t an illegal drop.
He repeated the drop twice.
He regained his feet, pulled Stu up, and whipped him into the turnbuckle back-first. He charged in delivering two shoulder blocks
into the abs before the ref got between him and pushed him back. When the ref turned to the corner, he took
one step to be directly in front of Stu.
As he did so, Pete leaped up to deliver a standing drop kick which hit
the ref in the upper back and drove him into the corner, flattening Stu into
the turnbuckle, driving the air from his lungs.
As the ref stepped back out of the corner, Pete moved so that he was
between the ref and Stu.
“Oh, Shit, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, You stepped in front of me,” he said to
the ref. “I didn’t mean it, I didn’t
mean it, and I’m so fucking sorry.” Pete
sounded genuinely contrite, but as he said this, keeping the ref distracted, he
forcibly bent his left leg upward at the knee, slamming his heel into Stu’s
balls, eliciting a scream.
“Don’t let it happen again,” the ref admonished.
“What the fuck ref?” Chuck yelled from the ground. “He attacked you and he delivered a low
blow.”
The ref looked over the rope to Chuck and said, “It was inadvertent, so
I’m letting it go.” While the ref was
talking to Chuck, Pete drove a fist deep into Stu’s abs before turning,
grabbing him by the hair and snapmaring him into the middle of the ring.
As Chuck continued complaining about the cheap shots, the ref turned back
into the ring, ignoring him. He saw Pete
sitting on Stu’s chest, driving blows into the abs.
The ref admonished, “Keep the hand open, watch the fists,” but did not
request that Pete stop what he was doing. After several blows, Pete pulled Stu
to a standing position and locked on an abdominal stretch. When possible, he
would grab the rope to apply extra pressure.
Brice screamed, “He’s using the ropes, Bear.” However, whenever the ref looked, Pete’s hand
was clear.
“Come on Bear, you can fucking do better than that,” Brice screamed.
Bear turned and walked over to that side of the ring. Ace immediately passed his hand into the
ring, grasped Peter’s, and leaned back, increasing the stretch on Stu’s abs,
who let out a louder scream.
Chad and Chuck looked over and saw what was happening, so they charged
around the ring, only to be met by a charging Angel. Bear saw the two charging
and turned to follow them. Brice charged the other way and ran toward Ace. Ace
saw him coming, dropped the hand, and ran around the ring until he stood
back-to-back with Angel. It was a 3-2 standoff, but more importantly, the ref
was trying to get the seconds to return to their corners.
Pete took advantage of the situation, dropped the Abdominal stretch, and
forced Stu into the ring corner, where he draped his legs across the second
rope. He then drove two knee drops deep into the balls before hammering a
series of shoulders into the abs.
Chad, Brice, and Chuck quickly realized they were doing more harm than
good, so they retreated to their corner so that Bear could resume his ref
duties. Seeing Pete slamming shoulders
into the abs, he immediately charged over and forced Pete to break. Pete went around the ring, posing for the
fans and taunting Brice.
Bear had freed Stu’s legs from the ropes, and he was standing in the
corner using the top rope for leverage.
Pete charged in to deliver a full body slam, but Stu brought his legs up
and kicked out, impacting Pete in the chest and knocking him backward and down
to the mat. Stu charged out of the
corner and dropped an elbow into his opponent’s chest. He then sat on Pete’s abs and locked on a
double pec claw, digging in deep.
As he squeezed, he occasionally lifted Pete’s upper body off the mat to
increase the pressure before slamming it back down. The last time he did this,
Pete reached up and raked his fingers across Stu’s eye, causing him to drop the
claw.
“Watch the eye gouge,” Bear shouted.
Ignoring him, Pete grabbed a handful of hair in each hand and yanked Stu
downward while he lifted upward, slamming their foreheads together. Stu grunted and rolled off Pete. Pete dropped back to the mat before rolling
over and using the ropes to pull himself back to his feet. He shook his head several times to clear
it.
When Pete started across the ring, Stu had regained his feet and was
prepared for him. Stu threw his right
hand in the air, challenging Pete to a test of strength. Pete accepted it and they locked fingers on
one hand and then the other. The tussle
began.
Suddenly, Stu threw himself down to the mat while raising his feet into
the air. He pulled Pete forward, planted
his feet in his abs, and continued his momentum, flipping Pete over his head
and releasing the hands at the last minute.
Pete slammed down back-first onto the mat with a loud oomph. By the time Stu got back to his feet, Ace had
reached under the ropes and pulled Pete out of the ring, where he and Ace were
encouraging and protecting him.
“Get back in the ring,” Bear yelled before starting his count. On the other side of the ring, Chad, Brice,
and Chuck offered encouragement and advice to Stu. Stu watched while Pete cautiously re-entered
the ring. The two wrestlers approached
each other, planning to lock into a collar and elbow.
Quickly, Peter threw out his right foot and drove it into Stu’s abs. He followed up by locking Stu’s head under
his armpit and dropping back in a DDT.
He rolled Stu to his back and drove several knee drops down into the abs
before pulling Stu to his feet and sending him flying into the ropes.
When Stu rebounded into the ring, he was met by Pete, on one knee,
driving a fist deep into his abs, causing him to stumble back to the
ropes. Pete ignored Bear’s admonition
about using fists, grabbed a wrist, and again threw Stu into the ropes. Again, he was met with a fist deep into the
abs as he rebounded. This time when he
stumbled back to the ropes, his ass went between the first and second rope and
slipped through them to the ring apron, then to the ground.
Pete charged across the ring, grabbed the top rope, and catapulted over
the rope, landing feet first into Stu’s abs.
Pete immediately slid back under the ropes and into the ring while Bear
started his count. Brice and Chuck came
around the corner and assisted Stu up, and when Bear’s count approached 10,
they helped him back into the ring, where Pete immediately grabbed him and
attempted to reapply the abdominal stretch.
Getting desperate, Stu saw his opening and drove his foot up into Pete’s
balls, returning the earlier blows.
“Watch the low blow,” the ref yelled. Stu shot him the middle finger as
he placed Pete in a side headlock, and whenever he turned him away from the
ref, he drove a fist into the forehead, demonstrating that he, too, could play
dirty. He released the headlock, grabbed behind Pete’s head, and ran him into
the nearest corner, where he proceeded to bounce his head off the turnbuckle.
“Break the hold. Get out of the
corner,” Bear demanded, but Stu ignored him and continued to slam the head into
the turnbuckle until the ref started counting. He delivered one final blow
before backing out of the corner. Pete
sagged into the ropes, shaking his head.
Stu decided a running front splash was indicated but just as he leaped,
Pete dropped down to the mat sitting on his ass. Stu landed chest-first into the upper
turnbuckle, winding himself. As he
staggered back from the corner, Pete headbutted him in the lower abs, further
driving the air from his body.
Pete pulled himself up using the ropes, grabbed a handful of hair on the
back of Stu’s head, and charged him across the ring, tossing him over the top
rope, where he landed directly in front of Angel and Ace. The ref immediately
pushed Pete back into the ring when he tried to exit the ring. Pete began arguing with him to keep him
occupied.
To the surprise of many, Angel and Ace just stood there looking at Stu,
but did not attempt to interfere. The
reason was apparent a moment later, when each took a couple of steps to the
side and the huge Maximus came flying through the air, slamming down on top of
the twink. Stu was squashed into the
mushy ground, leaving an indentation where his body lay.
Seeing what was happening, Chad, Brice, and Chuck charged around the
ring. Angel, Ace, and Maximus stepped
back and kept some distance between the arriving backups, but did not interfere
with them. Maximus disappeared back into
the crowd.
When the ref appeared at the ropes, he noted that Stu seemed to be on the
ground instead of on it. Brice and Chuck were helping him up while Chad had a
stare-off with Ace and Angel. The ref started his 10 count. When the count approached ten, Brice and Chuck
walked him to the ring and slid him under the bottom rope.
Stu rolled further into the ring but wasn’t moving well and was still
struggling to catch his breath. Pete wasted no time taking advantage of the
situation when he leaped off the top rope in a 460 moonsault, slamming down on
Stu and further knocking the air out of him.
Outside the ring, Chad, Brice and Chuck were having a stare off with Ace
and Angel when Maximus came from behind them, grabbed Chuck, turned him around,
forced his head between his thighs, reached around his waist, lifted him to his
shoulders and delivered a powerbomb slamming him as hard as possible into the
turf. Once again, an impression was made.
As soon as Maximus had grabbed Chuck, Angel and Ace had attacked Brice
and Chad. While Brice and Chad had been
prepared for the attack and could keep things even at first, after Maximus finished
power bombing Chuck, he delivered a pump handle from behind into Chad’s balls,
allowing Angel to lock Chad’s head under his arm and deliver a DDT. Since the ground was soft, it was not as
effective as in the ring, but it still had an impact and took Chad out of the
fight for the moment.
Maximus immediately turned to find Brice and Ace trading blows. He charged around Ace and speared Brice in
the abs, forcing him to the ground. He
immediately scooted up till he was sitting on Brice’s chest and began
delivering forearms blows to the head and chest. Ace grabbed Brice’s ankles, pulled them up,
and delivered two stomps down into Brice’s balls. Between Maximus and Ace, Brice was offering
only minimal defense.
Maximus rolled off of Brice, rolled him to his stomach, pulled his wrists
behind his back, and applied a pair of handcuffs that one of the other
skinheads tossed to him.
Angel delivered a series of kicks and stomps to Chad to keep him occupied
and prevent him from getting up. After
handcuffing Brice, Maximus came over and delivered a couple of leg drops to
Chad’s head. He was then dragged over to
Brice, whom Ace had forcibly sat up.
Chad’s arms were threaded through Brice’s and handcuffed. They were now tied together.
Chuck was still lying on the grass, breathing heavily, and not getting up. Ace came over and stripped Chuck naked. He lifted him and walked him over to where
Chad and Brice were sitting, handcuffed back-to-back with interlocked arms. Maximus and Angel pulled the two as far apart
as possible.
Ace took a third pair of handcuffs, locked them around Chuck’s cock and
balls, tightening them as much as possible.
He then threaded Chuck’s legs between Chad and Brice’s back and pushed
him down low enough until he could lock the other cuff around the chains
between the two sets of cuffs from Chad and Brice. The three were now
effectively out of the mix, with Chuck being trapped, naked, between the two
bigger guys.
Angle and Ace laughed as they walked back toward the ring while Maximus
and other members of the skins “babysat” the tied-up trio.
Immediately after the moonsault, Pete forcibly pulled Stu to his feet,
grabbed a wrist, and threw him across the ring where his back impacted the
middle turnbuckle. Pete followed him in
driving a knee deep into the abs. A loud
whoosh of air could be heard escaping Stu’s lungs, and he sagged downward.
Pete pulled him from the corner, placed his hand between his legs, and
lifted Stu and inverted him. He charged
back into the corner before draping his opponent's legs over the top rope and
hooking his ankle under them, trapping him in a tree of woe. Pete hopped onto the middle rope before
stepping with his right foot into the V between Stu’s legs and standing upward
with all his weight pushing down on the scrotum underneath. Stu screamed.
“Break the hold,” the ref demanded.
“But I’m having so much fun,” Pete replied as he bounced up and down.
“NOW,” the ref bellowed, and Pete hopped to the mat. The ref stood in front of him and pushed him
backward.
Ace reached between the ropes before locking a ball claw onto Stu. Angel reached out and clamped his hand over
Stu’s mouth so that he couldn’t alert the ref to their actions. Both skins held their holds until they noted
the ref starting to turn. They withdrew their
hands and backed up.
The handcuffed trio couldn’t move to help, but they began to scream at
the ref to try to alert him to the cheating. However, the skins started
screaming and cheering Pete on, drowning out the trio.
Pete charged back into the corner and used Stu’s abs as a punching
bag. He continued his assault until the
ref reached the count of 4, when he stopped and backed up. When the ref turned
to try and unhook Stu, Pete charged in and began delivering kicks and stomps
into the abs. The shaking from the blows
and Stu’s floundering around caused his ankle to unhook, and he fell on his
shoulders to the mat. Pete grabbed a leg
and jerked outward with his opponent, lying face down on the mat.
He grabbed a wrist and dragged him to the middle of the ring, where he
delivered several stomps and kicks to the back before hooking the ankles and
locking him in a Boston crab. Anytime
the ref was out of position, Pete was either slamming a fist into the balls or
applying a claw. He always released the
hold before the ref could see it.
Tiring of the crab, Pete released it, pulled Stu to his feet, and lifted
him in a cross-body hold. He heaved Stu
up before dropping him across his knee in a backbreaker. Instead of allowing him to roll off his knee,
Pete bent him over the knee as much as possible. He delivered a series of elbow smashes into
the abs.
Pete stood and posed for the crowd before he picked up Stu and tossed him
into the ropes. As he rebounded, he was met with a knee to the stomach, which
somersaulted him to the mat. Pete quickly pulled him back to his feet, charged
him across the ring, and tossed him between the first and second ropes, where
he landed on the grass near Ace.
Pete started to follow, but again, the ref intervened and pushed him
back. Ace pulled Stu’s singlet straps off before he sat down on Stu’s chest,
facing his feet. Angel pulled the singlet until it was low on Stu’s hips. He
then grabbed the front of the singlet and stretched it upward.
Ace pulled something out of his shirt pocket before sliding his hands
under Stu’s singlet. His hands could be
seen manipulating Stu’s crotch, but no one could tell what was happening. When he finished, he moved from Stu’s chest
and pulled him to a sitting position. He
grabbed each side of Stu’s singlet and pulled the straps upward before pulling
them back over the arms and onto the shoulders.
However, as he pulled the straps back up, he hooked them over the head
to the other side.
Angel got off the thighs. He and Ace grabbed a singlet strap and pulled
Stu to his feet. With their hands on the
straps, they were also choking him at the same time. They released the straps, grabbed a wrist,
and threw him face-first into the ring edge. They did not release their holds
on his wrist and pulled him back and then forward into the edge. They did this
multiple times. For the last time, they released the wrists, and when Stu
slammed into the ring, they each grabbed a leg, lifted it up, and pushed him
back into the ring.
As Stu slid back into the ring, Pete quit arguing with the ref, threw his
hands up, and stepped back. When the ref
turned, he saw Stu lying face down, partially in the ring and partially under
the ropes. Pete slipped around the ref,
dropped a leg across the back of Stu’s head, before pulling him entirely into
the ring.
Pete walked around the ring and posed for the crowd. Turning back to the middle of the ring, he
was surprised to see Stu kneeling. He
was even more surprised when Stu launched himself from the mat and drove the
top of his head into Pete’s abs, sending him backward into the turnbuckle.
Stu, ignoring the pain in his back and abs, leaped to his feet and
started toward Pete, before dropping his hands to his crotch, screaming and falling
knee-first to the mat. Everyone was
confused as to what had just happened.
Everyone except Ace, who had pushed the remote button in his hand, which
sent an electrical shock to the leather bag, which had been fitted tightly
around Stu’s balls. Stu felt like a mule
had kicked him.
Pete charged out of the corner and drove a flying knee into the side of
Stu’s head, dropping him to the mat. Pete pulled him up before delivering a
DDT. Stu was rolled onto his back. Pete stretched out his right arm and began
driving a series of knees into the biceps. Each blow produced pain, which
finally managed to pull Stu back to full consciousness, so he felt each blow.
Pete grabbed one of the shoulder straps and pulled out while using his
feet to keep Stu’s body stable. The
strap dug deeply into Stu’s throat, choking him.
“Stop the choke, release the strap,” Bear demanded.
Pete continued while laughing, with glee, at the same time. When Bear’s
count reached four, Pete released the strap, grabbed his wrist, placed his feet
on either side of Stu’s shoulder, stretched out his arm, and began a rowing
motion to stretch his shoulder and bicep. Pete finally dropped the arm and quickly got
to his feet. He stepped over Stu’s
chest, reached down, and locked a pec claw on each side of Stu’s chest, making
sure to dig the fingers in tightly and getting a good grip. He showed off his strength as he pulled Stu
to his feet and began shaking him back and forth, increasing the pressure on
the pecs.
Stu reached out and grabbed each of Pete’s biceps with a hand. He threw himself back while rolling. This was enough to overbalance the two, and
when Stu hit the mat, he flipped Pete over his head, breaking the pec
claw. Pete’s back slammed onto the mat,
and he slid across the mat.
Stu twisted to his front side and slowly started to regain his feet using
the ropes to assist. No sooner had he
gotten to his feet than he screamed and dropped back to his knees, his hand
going to his crotch again.
The bound trio were cussing up a storm as they screamed about the
“cheaters” and the unfairness. They were
also threatening the skins who laughed at them.
One of the skins knelt by Brice’s side, slid his hand under Brice’s
shirt and started manipulating his tits.
Despite himself, Brice found the movements erotic and stimulating.
“Are you getting a hardon watching your friends get the shit beat out of
him,” the skin asked when he saw stirring in Brice’s crotch.
“Fuck you, you goddamned freak.
I’m going to rip your fucking head off,” Brice screamed.
The skin spat on him, laughed, and continued with his manipulations.
Pete charged across the ring, delivering a knee to Stu’s head, dropping
him to the ring floor. Pete grabbed the
upper rope and used it to lever himself over and to the ground. He reached under the rope, grabbed Stu, and
pulled him out of the ring into a cross-body hold. He charged down the ringside and slammed the
back into the post. He charged in the
other direction, doing the same thing.
The ref was screaming at him to get back in the ring, so after the second
slam, Pete dropped his opponent to the grass and slid back into the ring.
“Keep the fucking action in the ring,” the ref screamed at Pete who moved
such that the ref’s back was to Stu.
Maximus stepped out, picked Stu up, and locked on a bear hug, making
sure his two hands were held in a fist at Stu’s lower back. He squeezed like he was trying to get the
last bit of toothpaste out of the tube. Stu’s
screams were covered by the crowd's noise and Pete’s screaming at the ref in
the ring.
Maximus kept an eye on the ring, and when it appeared that the ref was
going to turn, he twisted and dropped to the ground with Stu landing on his
back and Maximus landing full weight on top of him. Maximus rolled up and disappeared into the
crowd. When the ref looked over the
ropes, he saw Stu lying there, but again, there was a noticeable indentation in
the ground underneath Stu. The ref knew something had happened but had no idea
what, so he began his 10 count.
Angel and Ace walked over and pulled Stu to his feet.
“Hey, leave him alone, no outside interference,” the ref screamed.
“Just helping him back to the ring,” Ace said as he and Angel walked him
over to the ring, gently lifting and sliding him under the rope before backing
off. The ref looked sideways at the two
skins, not believing what he had just seen.
When he heard boots slamming into skin, he turned to see that Pete was
driving stomps into the abs and pecs of Stu.
The ref admonished Pete to move away as Stu was still in the ropes. Instead, Pete pulled Stu to the middle of the
ring, lifted him to his feet, and hoisted him into an over-the-shoulder
backbreaker. He twisted around so that
the ref could not see the ball claw he clamped down on Stu’s package. Pete bounced up and down to increase the
pressure of the hold. He released the
balls, placed his hand under the shoulder and ass and did a deadlift before
dropping Stu down across his knee.
When his back impacted the knee, Stu screamed. Pete rolled him off his knee to the mat and
immediately locked on a Camel Clutch, bending Stu as much as possible. Again, Stu moaned and whined at the
pain. Pete dropped the clutch, spun
around on Stu’s back, and hooked his ankles under his armpits, converting the
Camel Clutch into a Boston crab. Once
again, he bent Stu as much as possible.
After releasing the crab, Pete pulled Stu to his feet, locked his hand
behind his head, charged him across the ring, and threw him between the first
and second ropes, where he landed at the feet of Ace and Angel. Once again,
Pete tried to exit the ring in front of the ref, forcing him to push him
backward.
Ace and Angel pulled Stu up, inverted him, and lifted him straight into
the air before dropping him backward to the ground. They repeated this once more before Angel
grabbed him in a cross-body hold and rammed his back repeatedly into the ring
post before depositing him on the ring apron.
Again, Ace and Angel walked away
from the ring so that when the ref turned, he saw nothing other than Stu lying
on the ring apron.
The duo of Chad and Chuck where screaming at the ref, but Brice was
moaning in pleasure and begging the skin to stop manipulating his tits and
cock. However, his rock-hard cock told a
different story. The skin was going to
continue edging Brice until he heard screams of submission coming from
Stu. He was then going to push Brice
over the edge so that he would be ejaculating as his friend screamed his submission.
Pete pulled Stu back into the ring and locked on a Camel clutch, bending
Stu as much as possible. Stu’s back,
neck, shoulder, and abs were all feeling the pressure and the pain. His attempts to free himself were
ineffective. When Pete felt Stu start to
fade, he dropped his opponent to the mat.
He grabbed the right wrist, pulled the arm out, and began stomping down on
the shoulder and the bicep. He pulled
Stu to his feet, inverted him, and dropped him shoulder-first onto his
outstretched knee. He repeated the hold
twice more before dropping Stu in the corner.
After one stomp, Bear pushed Pete back into the ring. Pete was working on every body part he could.
Ace reached under the rope, grabbed Stu’s right wrist, and pulled the arm
underneath the rope. He began slamming his
shoulder into the ring post. He set up a
back-and-forth motion so he could get as many blows in before the ref
turned. Pete pulled Stu back into the
ring and repeated the shoulder breaker.
He pulled Stu’s right arm behind his back and tucked it into Stu’s
singlet. With the pain and damage to his
shoulder, Stu couldn’t pull his arm out.
Pete began slamming chops into Stu’s chest and abs. Stu tried to protect himself as much as
possible, but with just one hand, it wasn’t very effective. Stu was forced back into the ropes, where
Pete grabbed him and threw him across the ring, meeting him with a knee to the
abs before catching him again and, with expert precision, threw him across the
ring, where he impacted Bear, knocking him back into the corner. This fazed Bear, so Pete took his
opportunity, walked up to Pete and locked on a ball claw, squeezing as much as
he could.
As soon as Pete had the claw in place, Ace hit the remote, sending shocks
into Stu’s balls as well. The pain
became overwhelming.
“I give, I give, I submit,” Stu screamed.
Neither Pete nor Ace let up. Bear
finally pulled himself up and walked toward the wrestlers. Pete kept Stu turned back first to bear, so
he couldn’t see the illegal hold.
“No more, no more, You win, I submit, I submit,” Stu cried out
continuously.
Bear asked, unnecessarily, “Are you submitting?”
“Yes, Yes, I fucking submit, I give, no more,” Stu whined.
Bear finally signed for the bell, ending the match with Stu submitting to
an unseen illegal hold in the middle of the ring. Bear raised Pete’s hands as Ace and Angel
entered the ring. When Bear turned away
from Angel, Angel drove a series of forearms to the back of Bear’s neck and
shoulders before grabbing him in a headlock and bulldogging him to the mat.
Ace came over and the two of them drug Bear to the ropes where they
trapped his arms between the bottom and second rope with him sitting on the
ring floor. In the meantime, Pete had
hoisted Stu up into an across-the-shoulder back breaker where he was also
abusing the balls. Stu’s scream of pain
was music to his ears.
The skins were reminding the crowd who they were and what they were
willing to do. No one in the crowd came forward, as they figured this was just
some routine after-the-match abuse that Stu’s seconds should be stopping, but
they were tied up. Also, many were afraid of the consequences if they did
interfere.
Finally, Spike and The Patriot appeared and attempted to get to the ring
but were stopped by the skins and others in the crowd. Angel whispered
something to Pete, who dropped Stu to the mat and screamed, “Hell yeah.”
He walked over to a trapped bear, pulled down his trunks and stroked his
cock to its full hardness before he presented it to Bear’s lips. Ace said for the crowd’s benefit into Bear's
ear, “If he feels any teeth, you’re going home without them.”
Bear believed him and said, “No teeth.”
Pete inserted his cock and began to face fuck Bear tied there in the
ropes ignoring the gagging and choking sounds. He would continue to fuck forcefully until he
released a large ejaculation down Bear’s throat. He pulled out and said, “Thanks.”
As soon as Stu was dropped to the mat, Angel stripped his Singlet to his
ankles and began untying the electro shock bag from Stu’s scrotum. It had done its job, and Angel saw no sense
in not getting it back. After the removal,
he slapped Stu in the balls twice.
By now, Spike and The Patriot had given
up getting into the ring, but reached under the ropes and grabbed an ankle. Angle
stood up and laughed, “He’s all yours.”
They pulled him out of the ring. He was moaning and groaning but wasn’t
moving much. The two ignored Pete and Bear.
Seeing that Pete had finished his mission, Angel walked over, clapped him
on his back, and helped him out of the ring.
Before they walked away, Ace asked Bear, in a very low voice, “Am I still
going to be seeing you later tonight?”
“Wouldn’t miss it,” Bear responded.
The skins left without untying him.
Spike and the Patriot helped walk Stu over to the bound trio and lay him
on the grass, where the crowd verbally abused him. Spike and the Patriot began
to try to disentangle Chad, Brice, and Chuck. This being the campground, there
were many handcuff keys available; it was just a matter of convincing someone
to give them up and finding the right one. Eventually, they succeeded.
Many of those who had watched Stu's early morning destruction were
standing outside the food tent at dinner time when Chuck and Stu walked nearby,
stopped, and turned. Although walking slowly and carefully, Stu was still
obviously in pain, and many were amazed that Stu was up and about at all. But their amazement grew even more
significant with the events that followed.
A few moments later, Maximus, all 6’5” and 315 pounds of him, walked toward the
two twinks carrying a backpack. He
stopped in front of them, lay the backpack on the ground, and proceeded to
strip naked, exposing his Ace of diamonds tattoo on his ass for all the
deviants to see. He carefully folded his
clothing.
Once naked,
he dipped his head and extended his arms out, holding the clothing in front of
Stu, who took the stack of clothes and casually tossed them into the mud puddle
nearby. Maximus responded by dropping to
his knees and kissing each of Stu’s feet.
As he did this his large cock engorged.
“What the
hell,” “Oh my god,” “Are you serious,” “The twinks strike again” were
statements that could be heard from the crowd.
“What fucking magic do they have over more muscular studs?” one asked. There was no answer.
Maximus bowed
his head until Stu said, “Continue,” in a very calm and sedate voice. Maximus
sat up, opened the backpack, and took out a heavy leather collar, which he
proceeded to place around his neck. He opened a new lock and inserted it into
the loops on the collar, sealing it. He extended the keys toward Stu. When he
placed his palm under the keys, Maximus dropped them into his hand. He next pulled a leash from the backpack and
attached it to the d-ring on the collar.
He next
removed a bag of ice from the backpack which he quickly applied to his engorged
cock and balls. A hiss could be heard
from him as the cold infiltrated his cock and balls and they responded by
shrinking. He applied lube to his
genitals then removed a very small looking cock ring which he manipulated until
it sat around his cock and balls next to his groin. A loud sound of pain had been heard when it
had been necessary for him to deform his balls to get them through the ring.
He reapplied
some lube to his cock and then replaced the ice against it as the manipulation
from the cock ring and the lube had inflated it again. Once his cock had deflated again, he took a
metal chastity cage, small, inserted the head of his cock into it and then
slowly but persistently inserted more of his cock until the cage was near the
cock ring. He took a deep breath and had
to apply some force before the cage seated into the locking mechanism on the
ring. He took the appropriate key and
locked the device before surrendering the key to Stu.
“How the
hell do they do that?” one of the crowd inquired of everybody. “I mean that guy is a top, not to mention
three times his size, but here he is acting like a little bitch.”
“Must be
some sort of Twink voodoo. I mean it’s the
way they manhandle Brice as well.”
“I have got
to ask them their secrets,” someone mumbled.
Maximus
reached into his backpack and pulled out a leather whip. It had only one tail but had a knot about 4
inches from the end. He bowed his head
to the ground, turned the whip around, and offered the handle to Stu, who
accepted it.
“Present,”
Stu said in a soft voice.
With a
moment of hesitation, Maximus brought his two hands to his ass cheeks and
pulled them apart, exposing his asshole.
He kept his forehead on the ground.
Stu casually brought the whip up and flicked it such that the knot near
the end slammed directly onto the asshole, while the length of the whip beyond
that curled under and slammed into the balls.
Maximus
grunted and said, “One, thank you, Sir.” The audience collectively gasped.
About 12 hours ago, Maximus was helping to squash Stu, and now he was
voluntarily offering himself up.
The blows
continued until a very painful voice quivered, “Ten, thank you, Sir.”
“Damn, that
fucking twink didn’t miss a single blow,” someone said in awe. The twinks were earning more respect by the
minute.
After the
tenth blow, Stu returned the whip to Maximus, who kissed it, then placed it
back in his backpack before removing and handing something else to Stu. Stu took the object, made some adjustments
and then clamped a spring loaded adjustable tit clamp on each nipple with a
connecting chain. Maximus hissed when
each clamp seated on his nipples.
Maximus
reached into the bag and removed a parachute harness with spikes, which he then
secured on his scrotum. He stood, spread
his legs, and placed his hands behind his head.
Stu reached into the backpack and fumbled around before pulling a five-pound
weight attached to a chain. He attached
the chain to the parachute harness and dropped it. When it hit the end of its length, it yanked
Maximus’ large balls downward, eliciting a scream from him.
Stu reached
over, picked up the end of the leash, and started walking, with Maximus
following behind with his legs spread out so that the weight could swing freely
between his legs. Stu and Chuck went to the food tent, discussing nothing of
importance. Once inside, they took a table, where Chad and Brice were already
seated, and Maximus served them dinner. When he was not occupied, he stood in
an at-ease position by the table but kept the weight between his legs swinging
at all times.
Ace stormed
into the tent, followed by Angel, looked around, and then charged over to the
table. Looking at Maximus he screamed,
“What the fuck do you think you are doing?”
“Serving
Master Stuart,” Maximus replied without hesitation.
“Master
Stuart?” Ace fumed. “This fucking tattoo
on your ass marks you as mine,” Ace screamed as he slapped the ass cheek with
the Ace tattoo.
“Yeah, but
he decided it was time to try a real master,” Stu said calmly from the table.
Ace turned
as if he was going to charge the table, but stopped when he realized that Chad
and Brice were there.
“Anyway,
this is not the place or time,” Angel said.
“Face it,
Ace, you skins may have won the battle this morning, but I won the prize.”
Ace turned
red in the face and stormed out of the tent.
This did not bode well for the future between the twinks and the skins.
“I would
like a piece of apple pie with ice cream on it,” Stu said calmly.
Chuck joined
in, “I would like cherry with ice cream.”
“Yes, Master
Stu, Master Chuck. I will get that right
away, sirs.” Maximus said as he looked at Chad and Brice. “Anything for you, sirs?” They both asked for a cup of coffee. Maximus moved to the desert table to get the
items.
Whispers
could be heard going around the tent.
Many were interested in what Ace’s future plans for Stu were, while
others wondered what Stu’s future plans for Ace were. Life was never boring at the campground.
