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Tuesday, April 15, 2025

Teen Jobber Humiliation IV

 

TEEN JOBBER HUMILIATION IV

By

Ringdoggg

Writers note:

[I had been having problems writing part 4 and one of the commenters had referred to his dislike of first-person writing style.  So, I decided to tell part 4 from the side of two announcers working the match for the local arena and internet broadcast.]

Warning:  I tend to write really over-the-top outrageous, unrealistic, almost comic book-style stories juxtaposed in real-life settings.  IF YOU ARE INTO REALISM, DO NOT READ!  This story continues the themes of humiliation, domination, sexual exploitation, and extreme violence from Parts 1, 2 &3.]

Fight Night

The two announcers for the matches, Conrad and Brutus, pick up the call:

“We are here for what is sure to be another horrible and humiliating beat down of the kind, cute, fun-loving, adorable 18-year-old rookie wrestler Billy Simmons, who as of late has developed into a notorious jobber boy,” explained Conrad.

“And a total loser in everything else in his life, too!” said Brutus.  “His girlfriend, who by the way could beat his ass, dropped him like a bad habit, and a little kid beat him up and humiliated him at his workplace, and Billy was then beaten again by more of the stockers.”

“And that would be commentary from our color analyst, Brutus Black,” said Conrad. 

“Billy’s opponents for his triple handicap match are in the ring.  Paul Clampett, 28 years old, 6-2, 325 pounds; his tag partner John Carraway, 27, 6-3, 339 pounds; and Billy’s traitorous partner from last week, Wade Biggs, 31 years old, 6-2, and 365 pounds. 

Each one of these guys is double Billy’s weight.  Billy is fighting for control of his professional career here.  If he loses this match, Billy’s ex-girlfriend Chelsea will become his manager, able to sign him up for matches and be in his corner during matches.  So, Billy has a lot to fight for in this match.

Our arena is full to overflowing, even with extra floor seating provided.  There are nearly 10,000 in attendance, and our servers are running near capacity for the streaming ticket.  Maybe as many as a million people will see this card.  And it’s all because of this match.  If you want to see an 18 teen boy slowly destroyed in the ring, this is going to be your match.” 

“And now a roar of laughter from the massive packed house here.  Billy Simmons is on the way to the ring.  The 165-pound 5-7 Billy is a baby face and baby body wrestler.  He is very soft and easily hurt.  Billy is wearing his same very, very small pink trunks.  They could charitably be referred to as Speedos but more bikini-like trunks.”

“No, he is wearing a pair of pink little girls bikini bottoms!” yelled Brutus.  “Does that little stupid Twinkie have a hard-on already?”

“Oh, you are absolutely right, Brutus.  Poor Billy Simmons is coming to the ring with a massive hard-on.  I don’t know how he is keeping that fat hard penis in those tiny trunks.  Oh, and there’s a great close-up on your screen now.  You can actually see it’s curved up trying to stay inside the small trunks, and you can see both sides of the huge cock head under the string waist of the trunks.” 

Oh! And Billy is walking down that narrow aisle way, only 2 feet wide, and people on both sides of the crowd railing are reaching out and molesting poor Billy.  Just look at them reaching in and pinch those big red nipples, rub that soft jelly belly, finger that big deep belly button, or try to finger or stroke that big fat penis.” 

Poor humiliated Billy is trying to turn his body back and forth away from the molesting hands, but they are on both sides and within easy arms reach.  The aisle to the ring has been mysteriously narrowed in recent weeks, so avoiding contact with the crowd is impossible.  Oh, and look on your screens at the close-up replay.  A person in the crowd reaches in, and strokes down across Billy’s fat penis in his trunks, and that fat hard penis comes up out of the trunks.  And Billy Simmons’s big fat hard penis is in full public view right now.  Billy Simmons is coming to the ring to fight a triple handicap match with his hard penis sticking out of his trunks in total public view!!  Some in the crowd are spitting on poor Billy as well.   It is a devastating humiliation fest for 18-year-old rookie wrestler Billy Simmons to suck up before the match.”

“Oh, yeah, It’s a crowdsource gang bang sexual molestation of Twinkie Jobber Boy Billy!!” yelled Brutus.   “You know the best part of all this?  Billy is only halfway down the aisle to the ring!”

“Brutus is right, said Conrad.  “Billy is stumbling and being gang groped.  Billy’s trunks have been pulled all the way down off his butt.  Billy is crying and literally staggering the rest of the way down the aisle.  Billy is totally psyched out and will be going into this match emotionally helpless.”   

“And at ringside, Wade Biggs has jumped from the ring and is crouched down below the ring apron, ready to ambush Billy.  And Billy Simmons comes stumbling out of the aisle into the ring area.  Wade storms at him and clotheslines the poor kid on a dead run, catching him on the upper chest and throat area.  Billy is slammed to the concrete, popping the back of his head hard.  Billy is spread eagle on the floor, and the crowd is spitting all over his prone body!”

“And they are aiming for his face, his big over-sized belly button, or his fat hard exposed penis!” screamed Brutus.  “I love this!  It so freaken wicked!! And Biggs is not done with the kid.  He pulls Billy up by his spiked blond hair.”

“And look at the vicious sight on your screens, ladies and gentlemen, as a nearly naked 18-year-old emotionally and physically helpless boy, Billy Simmons, is peeled off the floor,” says Conrad. 

“Billy’s pink bikini bottoms are sagging all the way off his butt, and his cute bubble boy butt is in plain view of everyone.  Listen to the laughter from the crowd.  Oh, and a shiver of humiliation from Billy’s body.  Billy is in so much trouble.  Billy’s arms are down at his sides.  He is completely at the mercy of Biggs now.  Biggs runs Billy along the ring and launches the kid at the ring post.  Billy’s head slams full force into the steel ring post and bounces off.  Billy crashes to the concrete floor, and blood is pouring from the cut that opened up last week.  Billy has rolled into the steel crowd railing and is face down, not moving.  The ref jumps down to stop Biggs from attacking Billy again and forcing him back into the ring.”

“And Billy is lying face down on the floor, and the crowd is spitting on him again,” said Brutus.  “Billy is trying to get up.  He shoves his bare bubble butt into the air.  Oh, and the crowd is spitting down into Billy’s butt crack.  Billy slumps back to the floor, and he’s HUMPING THE FLOOR!  Billy Simmons is so humiliated he’s humping the floor with his bare penis!!  The crowd is laughing wildly.  Billy Simmons is emotionally devastated, and the match has not even started yet!” 

“Billy is using the railing to get up and is on his knees now.  Oh, the crowd is grabbing his head and choking him down across the top of the steel railing.  Billy is under attack by the crowd!  And in the ring, Paul Clampett is distracting the ref so that the choke can go on and on.”

“Yes, and as you can see on your screen, four guys have poor Billy’s throat down across that top railing, and they are using all their body weight to choke this poor kid out,” explained Conrad.

“Finally, the ref sees what is going on, jumps out of the ring, and makes the crowd break the choke.  Poor Billy crashes to the floor behind the ref and is spread eagle again.  Billy is slobbering and coughing badly.  And he still has his trunks pulled down, and his fat penis is out in public as all this is going on.  The ref is admonishing the crowd for interfering in a match.”

“And now John Carraway is going to get into the act.  He jumps down, grabs Billy, pulls him off the floor, and takes him around the ring post.  Carraway runs Billy down that side of the ring and drives his bloody head into that steel ring post.  Billy is bleeding wildly on the floor.   Carraway yanks a wildly dazed and bleeding Billy up, drapes his throat down across the crowd railing, and encourages the crowd to choke Billy some more!  Four more guys from the crowd choke poor Billy, and now Carraway is firing uppercuts into Billy’s dangling jelly belly.”

“Look at those uppercuts sink into Billy’s belly flab!” screamed a joyous Brutus.  “The licks are lifting his feet up off the ground.  And all of this while he takes a four-man choke on a steel rail.  The ref is still distracted on the other side of the ring as the crowd argues with him.  And up in the ring corner above Billy, Biggs is climbing to the top rope.  He dives off, all the way to the ground, and drives a double ax handle blow into Billy Simmons’s arched small of the back.  What a lick!  And Clampett climbs up to the top rope and delivers his double ax handled lick.”

“And it looks like Carraway wants in on it, as well,” said Conrad.  “He climbs back in the ring, up to the top rope, and dives off, driving his fists into Billy’s back.  Billy Simmons is being tag team brutalized before the match even gets started.” 

“Now Carraway rolls poor Billy into the ring, and Billy Simmons is spread eagle in the middle of the ring with his fat hard penis sticking up out of his disheveled trunks.  The ref dives back into the ring to find Billy lying there helpless.  He has no choice but to ring the bell and start the match.  Carraway will come out for the opponents, and he grabs Billy’s blond hair and slowly pulls the helpless boy up off the mat.” 

“Billy is barely awake, and blood continues to flow down his face.  The cut on his head is still bleeding badly.  Billy’s big blue eyes are rolled back in his head.  Carraway pats Billy on the side of his big chipmunk face and then sucker punches him right in the jaw.  Billy crashes to the mat, and his eyes flutter as his brain thinks about passing out.  Carraway pulls Billy right back up.  These veteran fighters are not giving poor helpless Billy one minute to get any rest.  Carraway puts the blond head of Billy in a headlock, and OH! drives a savage thumb into Simmons’s throat.  Billy stumbles wildly away from Carraway, choking and coughing badly.  And poor Billy stumbles right up to the enemy corner.  Clampett and Biggs unload on poor Billy, two big fists right to his face.  Oh, and Billy’s legs go out from under him, and he crashes to the matt.”

“THUD!!” says Brutus.  “And Carraway moves into the corner, grabs the ropes, steps onto Billy’s throat, and foot chokes the shit out of the kid!  The ref is going crazy.  Carraway steps off.  But outside the ring, Clampett and Biggs reach into the ring on either side of the corner post, and each grabs one of Billy’s boots and yanks.  Oh, and they slam Billy’s balls into the corner post!  Billy screams wildly, sits up, wraps his arms around the ring post, and slobbers wildly.  And now Clampett and Biggs lock a double leg lock on Billy’s legs while hanging off the edge of the ring.  Billy Simmons is screaming in agony as his quads and hams are being stretched in ways they were never meant to stretch, and his balls are forced into the ring post.  Holly Shit!  That’s almost 700 pounds hanging off those legs that are hanging off the side of the ring.  The leverage is unreal!”

“You are right, Brutus,” said Conrad.  “Look at Billy’s hamstrings and quads flex and stretch wildly.  He is in wild agony.  This is a horrible attack on the teen fighter’s legs.  The ref jumps to the floor to try to get Clampett and Biggs to break the horrible double-figure four-leg lock.” 

“In the ring, Carraway grabs Billy by his head and lays him back onto the mat, stretching those poor legs even worse.  Oh, and look, Billy was forced into a bridge by the pain and stretching of his legs.  Meanwhile, John Carraway grabs the throat of Billy Simmons and chokes the crap out of the kid.  The ref is busy outside the ring trying to get Clampett and Biggs to break the double-figure four.  That allows the choke to continue unchecked.   And little Billy Simmons is in a world of agony out there.  You can see the spit spewing up into the air from Billy’s mouth as the choke just continues on and on.  Look at that body just darken and redden from the choke and heat of battle.”

“Look at the sweat pouring off this kid,” said Brutus.  “And now the double figure four is broken, and poor Billy’s butt and back crash to the matt with the pressure off his legs.  Carraway, still choking Billy, pulls the kid up, walks out to the center of the ring, and choke-slams him to the mat.  Billy is spread eagle and helpless in the middle of the ring.  The ref is back in, checking on a devastated Billy.”

“On the ring apron, Biggs is making a big deal, showing the crowd that he is loading a steel plate into his knee pad.  It’s a pocket on the outside of his knee pad where he has shoved in a metal plate.  All the padding is between the plate and his knee, and there is only a thin piece of cloth between the metal and whatever he drives that knee into.”

“And now a tag, and in comes Wade Biggs for the first time,” said Conrad.  “Poor Billy Simmons is prostrate in the middle of the ring as the 3rd huge, strong opponent comes in fresh to work on his exhausted little, badly hurt body.  Look at the smile on Biggs’s face.  The crowd is roaring.  I think everyone in this arena except the ref knows that a big metal plate is in Biggs’s knee pad.  This is going to be horrific if he goes for Billy’s bloody beaten head.  Biggs is 367 pounds, and he walks right out to a prone Billy Simmons and jumps into the air.” 

“Oh, and he drives that steel-loaded knee pad right into the bloody forehead of Billy Simmons.  Billy’s body jumps wildly from the savage impact to his head.  Biggs gets back to his feet.  AND DRIVES THE STEEL KNEE DOWN INTO BILLY’S HEAD AGAIN!!  The body of Billy jolts wildly from the impact and now twitches helplessly.  Billy Simmons is taking a 367-pound impact from a steel plate to his bleeding, battered forehead!  That’s worse than taking a sledgehammer blow to your head!  This kid is in deep trouble.  The blood is just pouring from that cut.” 

Biggs is up again and drives the knee into the battered skull of Billy for the 3rd time.  Billy’s body is quivering badly.  There is serious damage being done to that head now.  Oh, and look at the slobber begin to ooze from Billy’s mouth.   Biggs drives another knee into that head.  Billy’s eyes are rolled up in his head, and his prone body is jiggling badly.  He is showing signs of a bad concussion now.  Billy is all but out cold in the middle of the ring as Biggs drives the 5th steel knee into his forehead.  Billy has been beaten, battered, molested, humiliated, fouled, cheated, and now is being decimated.  Biggs drives in the 6th lick to that head.  Billy is now frothing at the mouth, and a convulsing jiggle of the body has started.” 

“Oh, " Billy’s head rolls over so that his face looks directly at us.  Look at those eyes!  Billy’s blue eyes are rolled up in his head and crossed badly.  Billy Simmons is spread eagle on the mat, not moving except to quiver helplessly and the helpless pumping up and down of his jelly belly.”

“Yes!!  And look at big, powerful, authoritative Biggs, in his black ring gear, standing imposingly over the little, nearly naked, teen boy wrestler’s prone, bloody, beaten, humiliated 18-year-old body as it jiggles and quivers helplessly,” yelled Brutus. 

“Oh! And Biggs spits down into Billy’s face!  He just stood over him and spit right into his face!  Wait a second!   Biggs takes a big sniff —  OH!  -and spits a snotty agit onto Billy’s prone body.  And it went right into his big gaping belly button!  Get the camera in close.  Look at that on your screens, fans.  Billy Simmons is lying there on the mat with his opponent’s big, snotty agit in his belly button.  Look at that soft jelly belly quiver.  This is fucking wicked!!”  “

“I want to get in the ring and spit on the kid!  Now Biggs is kneeling down beside Billy.  I think he’s going for a claw hold on that soft jelly belly.  Oh, but no, he grabs Billy’s fat hard penis and strokes away.  Billy Simmons jiggles hard and arches his body up in wild ecstasy.  The crowd is going nuts, cheering and laughing absurdly loud!  I think Billy’s going to squirt!  But Biggs stops stroking and Billy’s butt drops back to the mat and look at Billy’s body jiggle.  He was close to squirting big time.”

“Oh my!- what a tragically humiliating situation for an 18-year-old baby face and baby-bodied Billy Simmons; to have his fat hard, exposed penis stroked by his opponent and be unable to stop it, and his only victory was not to be forced to squirt sperm against his will!” said Conrad. 

“And Biggs is pointing at the penis again.  The crowd is roaring their approval!  They want to see the ultimate in forced humiliation inflicted on poor little Billy.  Biggs grabs the penis of Billy Simmons again and strokes away.  Billy bridges his midsection and pelvis into the air as he approaches forced ejaculation.  And Biggs stops again after only a few strokes.  Billy’s butt plops back to the canvass.  And Billy’s big fat hard penis is now sticking straight up in the air like a flag pole!  Oh, a loud teen boy cry from Billy, and poor Billy Simmons is being emotionally annihilated!”

“Conrad!  This is so FUCKING WICKED!” yelled Brutus. 

“Eighteen-year-old teen wrestler Billy Simmons is being dominated in every way possible, professionally, physically, mentally, and emotionally.  Dominated is not even strong enough of a word.  Devastated!  He’s being fucking devastated!” 

“Biggs, still kneeling next to Billy’s prone body, reaches in and, this time, thumps the fat hard cock head of Billy Simmons.  Oh, and look at that hard penis sway back and forth from the thump.  Oh, Billy spews a little burst of pre cum up into the air from his penis.  The crowd goes nuts.  The huge jumbotron screens show a close-up of Billy’s hard penis sticking up into the air, and the squirt of pre cum was very visible in the bright arena lights.  Oh, and now they are showing a slow-motion replay of the thump and squirt!   FUCKING WICKED!!  This kid is a total loser, and this is the way his body and ego need to be treated!  And Biggs thumps that cock head again!  Oh, and it barely moved.  That shaft is so hard.  Billy arches his pelvis up into the air.  Look at that fat hard penis sticking up into the air.  Oh, and Billy squirts out more pre cum, and the crowd is roaring with laughter.”

“Billy Simmons is in deep, deep trouble, says Conrad.  “He has been lying on the mat, spread eagle, helpless for nearly 15 minutes as his opponents destroy and humiliate his body.  He is now fighting to avoid being forced to squirt sperm in public against his will.  It’s the most devastating thing you can do to a boy or man, his most private function taken from him in public.” 

“Somehow, he survives yet again, and his butt drops back to the mat.  But Biggs turns Billy’s head to look over at the side of the ring and there is his ex-girlfriend Chelsea leaning into the ring from the floor.  She is taunting him!  Billy thrusts his hips back into the air!  The humiliation of his evil ex-girlfriend at ringside taunting him is just too much for him.  Look at the tears pouring down his face as he stares out at her.  Look at that penis flair!!  This is it!  He’s going to squirt in public against his will during the match!  I can’t believe it———

TO BE CONTINUED

Does Billy totally humiliate himself by squirting sperm in the middle of a match?

Is he brain-damaged from all the shots from the steel-loaded knee pad?

If Billy loses, what kinds of matches will evil Chelsea sign him up for?

Stay tuned!

Oh, another cliffhanger.  Sorry about that, guys, but I wanted to get this sent before the holidays, so enjoy.

Comments, questions, requests, let me know.

Ringdogggg

Tuesday, April 1, 2025

Tag Team Chaos: Jackson/Ryan vs Travis/Vince

 


 Tag Team Chaos:

Jackson/Ryan versus Travis/Vince

By

The Mangler

 There is an unusual excitement in the air of the Redneck Arena tonight because the main event is a tag match that features four unknown wrestlers.  Usually, at least one of the wrestlers has either wrestled here before or is known to the crowd.   But not tonight.

The first team is Jackson and Ryan.  They are friends of B&B and have been training for the last couple of years.  They have avoided most of the usual independent leagues, preferring to train anonymously; so much is unknown about them.  Per B&B, they are a skilled and knowledgeable team and are well-prepared for the Redneck Arena.

Their opponents are Travis and Vince. They are a Canadian tag team that is largely unknown to the vast majority of American fans. The major league they wrestle in includes a lot of sexual activity and domination.  However, they are very skilled pro wrestlers.  This combination makes them almost perfect candidates for action at the Arena.

“And now for our main event of the evening.  First off, let's meet our ref for this match, the infamous “Tits” Taylor.”

Saturday, March 15, 2025

Teen Jobber Humiliation III

 

TEEN JOBBER HUMILIATION III

By

Ringdoggg

 

Teen Jobber Part 3

Grocery Store Gangbang

The pain in my head felt like someone was hitting me in the skull with a hammer over and over.  I couldn’t see.  My eyes were closed, and my totally cloudy, super groggy mind could not open them.  I could hear laughter, lots of it.  It was the young male stockers of Evan’s Foods, the grocery store where I worked. 

I was lying spread eagle on the floor of the large stockroom of the store, wearing only a pair of humiliating white cotton underwear briefs with two large pink stripes on the elastic waistband.   The underwear was stuffed with mayonnaise front and back.  A little kid had beaten me up and stripped me down to my humiliating underwear.  Now he had me on the floor, pumping a horrible sleeper hold into me.  I could never take a sleeper. 

Thursday, March 13, 2025

Vinny Muscle

 



A new wrestling blogger has arrived on the scene.

Well, sexyaphawrestler has actually been posting on Gaydemon for many years, but now he has decided to turn to the dark side and start his own blog.  I'm looking forward to many new and exciting stories.


Check out his new blog site and let him know what you think of his stories. 



Thursday, March 6, 2025

A Little Housekeeping



A little housekeeping at the site.  I have gone through and tried to clean up all the author pages, character pages, and series in order pages.  As you may know, any attempt at a good need on Blogger is punished.  Therefore, I had to redo all the links.

So if you find a link that is not working or takes you someplace strange, please leave a comment and I'll fix it.  You can also send me an email at  manglerwrestling@yahoo.com


Thanks,

Saturday, March 1, 2025

Campground 2 Butch vs Brice, The Rematch

 

[Much apologies, but Cumface realized that I had published the original match and not the rematch.  So here is the rematch.]

The Campground 2: Day 3

Butch vs Brice, The Rematch

By

The Mangler


The crowd was anxiously awaiting the next match:  Butch vs Brice.  Their first match (see Brice vs Bruce) had ended with everyone unsatisfied, except for Angel and the skinheads.  They were delighted with the results.  Butch and Brice had both demanded that another match be arranged, this time with no “stipulations” attached to it.

“And now, the referee for the Butch vs. Brice Showdown, Part Deux, is none other than..”  The announcer stretched out the silence until the crowd started screaming and yelling obscenities in his direction.  “The impeccably honest and fair ----- Aaaangeeell.”

As Angel walked out of the tent and toward the ring, the crowd was going batshit crazy.  He was the bastard who had screwed them out of a finish to the first match.  And no one thought that Brice and Butch would agree to him doing this match.  Angel mainly ignored the crowd except for a single “fuck you” hand signal.

He wore standard ref attire—a black and white striped shirt, pants, and shoes. People were not only surprised that he was the ref but also surprised at how he was dressed.

To answer the shouts and insults from the crowd, the announcer continues.  “Angel was the referee requested by both Butch and Brice.”  Now, the crowd was perplexed.  Angel slid into the ring and walked to the middle, awaiting the wrestlers.

Butch and Brice approached the ring from opposite sides, and both slid under the bottom rope at the same time, so there was no chance for any chicanery.  Both wrestlers were dressed only in jockstraps; Butch’s was black, while Brice’s was red.  There were a lot of exposed body parts, and the crowd couldn’t have been happier.

Each wrestler approached the ref, nodded at him, and gave him a fist bump. After reviewing the rules, he sent each wrestler back to their corners.  He didn’t bother with a foreign body check as there appeared nowhere for them to hide anything.  Both wrestlers turned their backs on their opponent and strolled back to the ring corner before turning around.  The crowd was utterly confused and had no idea what the fuck was going on.  Had they entered another universe?

Once each wrestler was back in his corner, Angel signaled for the bell to start the match.  Not wasting any time, the two wrestlers charged out of their respective corners and hit chest to chest, each trying to push his opponent back.  Butch took his right foot and hooked it behind Brice’s left leg, and lunged forward.  As Brice tried to step back, he lost his balance and fell backward. 

Brice tried to regain his balance, but Butch continued pushing forward, forcing Brice to the ropes.  As soon as they hit the ropes, Butch grabbed a wrist and threw his opponent across the ring, where he rebounded to be met with a drop kick to the upper chest knocking him to the mat.

Butch dropped a knee into the abs before sitting astride Brice and wrapping both hands around his throat and choking him.  Angel immediately started the count, and Butch broke the hold at 4.  Angel stepped astride Brice’s chest so that he was standing almost against Butch, blocking him from any further action.

“Get the fuck off him,” he yelled at Butch.

“What the hell?” Butch replied.

“I said break the hold, and that includes you getting off him.  NOW.”

Grumbling, Butch did as instructed, stood up, and took a step backward.  As soon as he did, Brice cocked his right leg back and slammed it up and into Butch’s abs.  Not expecting the move, Butch’s abs were unflexed, so it felt like a very angry mule had kicked him.  You could hear the air exiting his mouth as he doubled over.

Brice jumped to his feet, wrapped Butch’s head under his right armpit, and drove him to the mat in a DDT.  Butch grunted as his head impacted the mat.

Brice rolled Butch over to his stomach, bent both legs under his armpit, sat on the back, and pulled, locking his opponent into a Boston Crab.  He scooted his ass back so that he was higher on Butch’s back to get more arch and pressure to the lower back.

When Angel went to check if Butch wanted to submit, Brice grabbed a handful of balls and started squeezing.

“My nuts, my nuts,” Butch screamed.

Turning back toward the feet, Angel asked “You abusing the balls?”

“Of course not.  Don’t need to with this pussy.”

Not seeing anything illegal, Angel had no choice but to do nothing.  When he turned his head back toward Butch’s head, Brice again grabbed a handful of nuts.

“Break the hold, break the hold,” Angel yelled.  Knowing what was happening, he turned his head back in time to see the ball grab.

Brice ignored him until Angel started his count.  When the ref reached four, Brice dropped the hold and stood up.  Angel was immediately in his face.

“When I say break, I mean do it NOW,”  he screamed.

“You mean when you say it?” Brice asked with a look of innocence on his face.

“Of course, when I say it, dumb shit.”

“Okay, Okay, sure thing.”

While Brice and the ref had been talking, Butch had rolled to the ropes and pulled himself to his feet.  Brice charged in grabbed a wrist and flung Butch across the ring and into the corner turnbuckle.  He followed up with a shoulder to the abs.  He grabbed both middle ropes and began repeatedly slamming his shoulder into the abs.

 

“Break the hold,” Angel demanded before starting his count.

Angel counted to four, and when Brice stepped back from the corner, he inserted himself between the two wrestlers and forced Brice back to the center of the ring, all the while berating him.

“Dammit, when I say break, I mean Break, and I mean NOW,” he screamed at the wrestler.

“Well, why the fuck don’t you make that clearer?” Brice asked with a look of confusion on his face.

“I did make it clear.  I can’t help it if you are a big dumb idiot.  I swear you are the most ….”

Angel stopped talking as he got a stunned look on his face.  Suddenly both hands flew toward his crotch, where Butch had delivered a pump handle between his legs, slamming his balls into his pelvis.

The crowd erupted in cheers except for the skinheads, who yelled curses toward the ring and began to approach.  However, the Demons headed them off, and a brawl broke out in the crowd between the two groups. The orange-vested “safety” crew got between the brawl and the ring. They would let the two groups battle it out as long as they didn’t interfere in the action in the ring.

As Angel bent slightly in pain, Brice bounced off the far ropes, charged into the ring, and delivered a clothesline, slamming Angel to the mat.  Butch immediately followed this with a leg drop across the upper chest which was followed by a knee into the abs from Brice.

Butch pulled Angel to his feet and locked on a standing sleeper hold while Brice unloaded on Angel’s abs with a series of punches.  Finally, Angel slumped in Butch’s arms and offered no more resistance.

Instead of allowing Angel to drop to the mat, Brice hefted him into an overhead lift, walked to the ropes, and tossed Angel out of the ring, where he landed at Cumface’s feet.

“He’s all yours,” Brice called to him.

Dan (Cumface) got a look of surprise and pleasure on his face as he quickly rolled Angel to his chest and applied a pair of handcuffs to his wrists.  Landing on the grass had partially awakened Angel, but Dan had the cuffs applied before he could do anything.  He rolled Angel to his back and rubbed his hands under Angel’s ref shirt.  He then rolled the shirt over his head, exposing Angel's chest and abs.  Dan sat on the abs and began to rub and fondle the chest and tits.  When playing with the tits, he was anything but gentle.  He ignored the fiery and obscene words emanating from Angel.

Dan stood up and dropped down, slamming his ass into Angel's abs knocking the breath from him.  He then proceeded to strip Angel of his pants so that his cock and balls were fully exposed. Dan began to manhandle, squeeze, and abuse both.

“You had better stop, or you will pay, asshole,” Angel screamed.  Dan ignored him while Angel wondered where his gang was, unaware the Demons were keeping them occupied – as planned.

“But this is so much fun,” Dan replied, winking at Angel.  Dan stood, grabbed a handful of hair, and pulled Angel to his feet.  He bent over, rammed his shoulder into Angel’s abs, and then stood lifting Angel over his shoulder, his head hanging down his back.

“Put me down, asshole,” Angel demanded.   “You can’t fucking do this.”

“Looks like I can, and besides, we can have so much more fun in the dungeon,” Dan said as he headed in that direction.

Some of the crowd followed excitedly, wanting to see what Dan had in mind.  They shouted suggestions to him as they approached the dungeon tent.  Most of the crowd, however, turned their attention back to the ring to see where this was going.

After tossing Angel to the ground, Brice turned back to face Butch.  They did a quick fist bump, eliciting a large round of boos from the audience.  They didn’t come to see a love match. 

And a love match was far from what they were about to witness because immediately after the fist bump, the two locked up in a collar and elbow and began to jockey for position.  Their hatred had not diminished even as they had teamed up to eliminate a problem.  Unknowingly they had created a problem for Cumface, but that wasn’t their concern at the moment.  For now, they were back to where they started, looking for a definitive conclusion to their situation.

After struggling unsuccessfully, they broke the hold and stepped back.  Brice attempted a quick charge, but Butch had anticipated it and stepped to the side. As Brice ran past, Butch drove his knee into Brice’s abs, slightly winding him.  He followed up with a double pump handle to the upper back, forcing Brice to the mat chest down.

Not letting go of his advantage, Butch dropped two knees in the lower back before grabbing Brice by the ankles and dragging him to the middle of the ring.  As he was sitting on the lower back, Butch shot a bird over to where Chad, Wrestledaddy, The Patriot, the twinks (Chuck and Stuart), and their friends were seated.

Once his ass landed in Brice’s lower back, Butch laughed and slapped the ass cheek with the twink flag tattoo on it, easily visible because of the jockstrap.  He next grabbed the ankles, bent the legs at the knee, locked the feet under his armpit, and sat back.  The Boston Crab was well applied.  After bouncing a few times, he released one leg, reached down, and locked on a ball claw.

“Fuck, Fuck, my balls, my balls,” Brice screamed.

“It’s okay, I’ve got them, they are safe,” Butch laughed as he squeezed harder.

Not appreciating the abuse Brice was getting, Chuck started toward the ring, but Chad grabbed him by the shoulder and pulled him back.

“He knew what he was getting into,” he said.  The twink gave him an angry look but didn’t say anything.

Tiring of the hold, Butch dropped the balls and the other leg.  He quickly rotated around Brice’s body and pulled his arms over his thighs.  He now had Brice in a Camel Clutch.  He slapped his hand over Brice’s mouth, restricting the airflow, but he spread his fingers somewhat so Brice could get some oxygen.  The plan was to weaken Brice’s back and his oxygen supply.

He removed his hand from over Brice’s mouth and used the index finger of each hand to apply a fish mouth, pulling open the cheeks.  Tiring of the hold, he released one hand, grabbed Brice by the back of the head and slammed his forehead into the mat.

Butch pulled Brice to his feet, locked on a bear hug, and, lifting him in the air, began squeezing as hard as he could.  When he felt it was time to release some pressure, he charged across the ring and slammed Brice back first into the second turnbuckle.  He rotated Brice to face the corner, grabbed the middle rope on each side, and slammed a series of shoulders into the lower back.

Butch pulled back from the corner, and he watched his opponent stumble back into the ring, where Butch lifted him into an over-the-shoulder backbreaker, pulling down on the chin and the thigh.

“Balls, Balls, Balls,” the crowd started cheering, so Butch humored them and grabbed a handful of nuts and began squeezing. Brice let out a satisfactory scream.  Before Chuck or Stuart could react, Chad slammed a large hand down on each shoulder and squeezed, freezing them in place.

With his back in tremendous pain, not to mention his nuts, Brice decided he had to do something, or this was going to become a squash job.  He reached around and raked across Butch’s eyes and face.  When Butch groaned and let up on the pressure, Brice repeated the move and was able to slide down Butch’s back to the mat.

As soon as he hit the ring floor, Brice rolled into Butch’s legs, taking his feet out from under him and dropping him onto the mat.  Brice rotated so he could deliver a punch between Butch’s legs and to his balls to slow him down.  His punch was met with a mild scream.

Brice regained his feet, grabbed the left ankle of his opponent, lifted it into the air, and delivered a series of stomps into the upper thigh region before dropping a knee in the same area.  He repeated the move twice more.  With each blow, Butch would grunt and struggle to move away from Brice.   For his final move, he lifted the leg perpendicular to Butch’s body and pulled outward, and dropped to the mat, stretching out the muscles and tendons of the leg.  Butch rolled over as he grabbed at his thigh. 

Butch rolled to his chest, and when he did, Brice grabbed the ankle, bent the leg at the knee, lifted the leg off the mat, and placed his foot behind the knee before stomping down, slamming the knee into the mat.  He repeated the move before Butch could jerk free.  It was obvious that Brice was trying to affect Butch’s mobility.

Brice jumped over the top rope to exit the ring.  He faced the ring, grabbed the right leg, and pulled it under the rope near the ring corner.  He proceeded to slam the abused thigh into the ring post several times.  He pulled Butch crotch-first into the post before locking on a hanging figure four, forcing Butch’s ball into the ring post and applying pressure to the right knee.

The Demons complained about the “out of the ring” action, but Chad and the boys reminded them there was no ref, so it was all fair.  The orange-vest guys pushed them back every time the Demons started in that direction. Brice finally released the hold and hopped back onto the ring apron. His back was protesting, but he ignored it and began to slip back into the ring.

One of the Demons evaded the orange guys and got to the ring, grabbed Brice by the ankles, and yanked him backward off the ring apron. Brice was not expecting the move and ended up slamming his chin onto the apron before falling to the ground. An orange-vested man reached the ring and pushed the Demon back before he could do any more damage, threatening him with ejection from the Campground if he interfered again.

Brice was disoriented for a moment but quickly regained his senses and crawled back into the ring.   Butch had managed to scoot his body back into the ring, as well, but was favoring his right leg as he used the ropes to pull himself to his feet.

Butch looked across the ring, and as soon as Brice stood up, he charged across the ring and slammed a clothesline across his chest, sending him into the ropes, where he flipped over them. Usually, he would have landed on the grass, but he was holding onto the middle rope when he flipped, so he ended up with his arms trapped between the middle and top rope such that he was suspended from them.  He scrambled to get both feet back on the ring apron so he could power himself up and possibly over to release himself.

Butch prevented that by dropping to his knees, grabbing each of Brice’s legs, one and a time, and forcing the ankle and foot behind the bottom rope.  He now had Brice trapped in the ropes facing the audience.  

As he exited the ring, Butch taunted, “Oh, looks like you are a little tied up. I assume that means you won't be wrestling for a while.”

He laughed as he launched a series of punches and elbows into the exposed abs.  They quickly turned red from the abuse.

In the crowd, the Twinks were going ballistic, and Chad and Wrestledaddy had to prevent them from trying to interfere.  

“Let go of me, goddamn it,” Stuart screamed.  “He’s using illegal holds, dammit.  Plus, the Demons interfered.”

“Yep, he is, and they did,” a calm Chad replied.  “But that is the chance you take when you wrestle without a ref, and he chose to do so.”

Trying to break free, Chuck swung his fist around and slammed it into Chad’s abs. Chad seemed unphased, and he used both hands to lift him to eye level, saying in a deep, menacing voice. 

“I wouldn’t do that again, little man.”

Seeing Chad’s look, Chuck realized he needed to backtrack fast. “Oh, um, sorry, Chad. I got a little carried away. No hard feelings, huh?”

Chad held him for a few seconds before setting him down and said, “No hard feelings.   For now.”

Chuck turned back to watch the action.  “Okay, Stuart and I are going to have to teach Chad not to get between Brice and us,”  he thought as he looked over at Stuart, who had also stopped struggling.  Stuart nodded as if he read Chuck’s mind and revealed an evil grin.

At ringside, Butch had tired of the punching and climbed on the ring apron.  He ran his hands over Brice’s abs and noted that they were as firm as before, but Brice took an intake of breath when he pushed in.

He re-entered the ring, came up behind Butch, and locked on a sleeper hold.  Trapped in the ropes, Butch didn’t have much leverage to protect himself.  It looked like this match was going to be over with soon.

As Butch felt Brice begin to sag, he released the sleeper and untangled him from the ropes.  Once his arms were free, he gently pushed Brice forward and fell from the ring, landing forehead-first on the grass.  He wasn’t moving much, but by his moaning, he was obviously still conscious.

Butch looked over at the Demons and smirked as he said, “He hasn’t suffered enough,” as he once again exited the ring.  The Demons gave him a rousing cheer.  Now, the good part started.

Butch walked around the ring to where Brice was lying face down with his feet still on the ring apron.  As Butch leaned over to grab Brice by the hair, he suddenly let out a loud scream, and his hands dropped to his crotch as he dropped to his knees.

Stuart had managed to sneak around to that side of the ring and delivered a full-throttle boot between the legs and into the balls.  Once Butch hit his knees, he did a reverse kick to the side of the head, knocking Butch to the grass.

Chad looked over at Wrestledaddy.  “I thought you were watching him.”

“He was doing so well; I guess I let my guard down,” Wrestledaddy smirked.

Chad’s lips twitched at the corners, but he said nothing.

“Back off,  Do that again, and you are fucking out of here,” one of the orange-vested guys yelled as he grabbed Stuart and pushed him back from the wrestlers.

Stuart threw his hands in the air and walked backward.  He saw a couple of the Demons heading his way, so he quickly hightailed it back to the relative safety of Chad, Wrestledaddy, and the Patriot. Sensing a big fight about to break out, the orange-vested guys made sure to come between them.

Butch and Brice both began to recover at about the same time.   After attaining his feet, Brice walked around the ring, putting it between him and Butch so he could move about as he tried to re-orient himself without having to worry about Butch.  Butch was happy to have the time to himself as well.

Both wrestlers crawled back into the ring at about the same time and rose to their feet.  They slowly approached each other before locking up in a collar and elbow.  They jockeyed for position, but neither could see an opening, so they broke the hold and stepped back.  Brice suddenly did a spinning back kick but hit only air as Butch stepped backward before throwing himself forward and slamming into an off-balance Brice.  They both went to the mat, with Butch landing on top.

Butch began delivering a series of punches to the head and neck while Brice used both arms to fend off as many blows as possible.  Finally, Butch delivered a devastating blow to the solar plexus knocking the steam out of Brice.

Butch pulled Brice to a sitting position, grabbed both of his wrists and wrapped them around his own throat before planting his knee between Brice’s shoulder blades and leaning back.  Brice was now trapped in a Japanese stranglehold. 

Brice knew he had to do something quickly, so he pulled his arms as hard as possible, trying to break the hold.  He was able to pull his arms off his carotids to stop the effects of the hold.  Brice also pulled his knees up to his chest.  Trying to maintain the hold, Butch drops his knee to the mat. 

As soon as Brice felt the knee move from his back, he raised his ass and pushed off with his feet propelling him backward and into Butch, causing him to lose his grip on one wrist.  Brice pulled that arm forward, pivoted so that he was facing Butch, and threw a haymaker which only grazed his opponent, but in dodging the punch, Butch was forced to release the hold.

Brice rose to his feet and backed away from Butch.  Butch cautiously regained his feet, and the two wrestlers stood facing each other.   

As they slowly circled each other, Brice suddenly performed a leg sweep dropping Butch to the mat.  He dropped an elbow into Butch’s abs before turning him over and stomping on the lower back multiple times.  He pulled Butch to his feet, locked him in a bear hug, and charged across the ring, slamming his lower back into the middle turnbuckle.  He pulled Butch out of the corner, re-applied the bearhug, and charged to the opposing corner slamming the back, again, into the turnbuckle.

If Butch wanted to go after the back, Brice would show him how it’s done.   This time he pulled Butch out of the corner, spun him around, and lifted him in an across-the-shoulder backbreaker.  He pulled down on the chin and the thighs as he walked around the ring, bouncing up and down.  Butch would moan with each bounce.

Butch went for an eye gouge but was only partially successful.  Brice backed into the ring ropes, leaned back, and slid his opponent from his shoulder.  Butch’s back impacted the edge of the ring as he fell to the grass around the ring.  Brice wasted no time in exiting the ring between the ropes.

Once on the outside, he stomped into the lower back twice before picking Butch up in a cross-body hold.  He charged him back first into the corner post before turning, running down the side of the ring and repeating the blow.  He did this twice more before depositing Butch onto the ring apron and sliding back into the ring.

He grabbed both ankles and pulled Butch to the middle of the ring, where he applied a Boston Crab.  He concentrated on inflicting as much pain to the back as he could.  Butch tried to power out but was not successful.

Brice dropped the legs, bent them at the knees, stood between the legs, and brought the ankles around his thighs before placing them on his lower abs.  He leaned over, grabbed both of Butch’s wrists and stood up, pulling Butch into a swinging surfboard.  He began to move his hips back and forth, causing Butch to start swinging.  The pain in his back was now being concentrated.

“Want to end the pain?  Give up?” Brice shouted.

“No,” Butch grimaced, obviously in a lot of pain.

Brice made sure he was standing in the middle of the ring when he dropped the hold and kicked into the back twice.  He pulled Butch to his feet, locked his arms around him from the back, and picked him up and fell backward, suplexing Butch to the mat.  He repeated this maneuver, and the blows to the back of the head began to have an effect.

The next time Brice pulled Butch up, he bent him at the waist, trapped the head under his armpit, and dropped to the mat delivering a DDT.

He rolled the wrestler to his back,  hooked a leg, and dropped across Butch’s prone form.

“One…….Two……Three…..Four…..Five,” Brice counted.  He added extra counts to show that he had truly won.  The pain in his back and the repeated suplexes had rendered Butch incapable of kicking out.

Members of the Demons weren’t happy, but they followed Tank’s advice and stayed out of it.  Brice signaled to the two twinks, Chuck and Stuart, before standing and doing a double biceps pose for the crowd as they cheered his win.  When the twinks slid under the ropes, members of the Demons headed toward the ring while Chad, Spike, and Patriot did the same.  However, Tank gave the Demons a wait sign to see what would occur.

Brice bent over, grabbed  Butch’s jockstrap, and slid the waistband under Butch’s cock and balls, holding them up.  He dropped his ass onto Butch’s chest before pulling down his own strap, releasing his erect cock and his balls.  The twinks finished removing Butch's jock while Chuck sat on his abs with his back to Brice.  Butch’s legs were pulled up and locked under Chuck’s armpits.  Stuart dropped down and began rimming Butch while Chuck started stroking the cock and balls.

Brice gave a couple of gentle slaps to Butch’s face.  This, along with the stimulation from the Twinks, brought Butch back around.

As he woke, Butch began to thrash around before Brice gave him a sharp slap across the face.

“Settle down, bitch.  You lost, so are you going to be a man about it or a cunt?”  he inquired.

Butch, feeling the sense of pleasure radiating from his groin, stopped thrashing and looked up at Brice. 

“Do what you gotta do,” he said.

Brice scooted up until his balls were resting on Butch’s lips.

“Starting licking and sucking.”

When Butch didn’t start immediately, Brice responded with another slap across the face. 

“I thought you were going to be a man and not a pussy.”

Shooting daggers at Brice, Butch began using his lips and tongue to manipulate the balls in his face.

The twinks were now using several techniques to bring pleasure to Butch.  But not too much pleasure.  Whenever he began to show signs of cumming, they would back off.  And one thing the Twinks were experts at was edging someone.  Butch was in for some significant frustration.

Brice’s cock became rock hard and finally began to leak some precum which dropped down onto Butch’s forehead.  Brice slowly slid backward down his opponent’s body dragging a stream of precum with him until the head of his cock was sitting on Butch’s lips.

“Kiss it,” Brice demanded.

Butch obeyed and began kissing the head of the cock.

“Lick along the shaft,” Brice stated.  Once again, Butch did so.  Suddenly Butch began to breath faster and buck his hips.

“Ease off there, boys,” Brice said to the twinks.

“You mind your own fucking business, Bricey boy.  We know what the hell we are doing,” Chuck sneered.

After a minute of licking and kissing, Brice looked down at Butch and said, “Open.”

Butch slowly obeyed, and Brice inserted the head of his cock between Butch’s lips.  “Suck.”

As he began to suck, Brice slowly lifted himself off Butch’s chest to his knees so that he could start pistoning his rock-hard cock into the open mouth.

Chuck dropped one leg, slid to the side, and while using his mouth to stimulate Butch’s cock and balls, reached up and began to pinch and massage Butch’s tits.

Butch responded by sucking in air in pleasure, allowing Brice to penetrate even deeper.  The three soon developed a rhythm, bringing Brice, and Butch, significant pleasure but not allowing Butch to come, although the twinks brought him to the edge multiple times.

“Oh Fuck, let me cum, let me cum,” Butch begged as Brice removed his cock from his mouth.

“Not yet, stud, not yet.”  Brice then repositioned himself so that Butch’s legs were on his shoulders and the head of his cock was at Butch’s now well-lubed hole.  The twinks repositioned so that they could get to Butch’s cock, balls and tits.

“Beg me to fuck you,” Brice said as he looked down into Butch’s eyes.

“Fuck you,” was the natural response from Butch.

“No, the correct phase is fuck me,” Brice laughed.

Butch held out until the magic the twins were performing brought him close to ejaculating, but they backed off before that could happen.

“Aaahhh,” Butch yelled.  “For goodness’ sake fuck me, already,” he yelled at Brice.

“You’ve gotta ask politer than that, big boy,” Brice said, and he rubbed the head of his cock against Butch’s now hungry hole.

“Please fuck me.  Fuck me until I come,” Butch whined.

Smiling, Brice slowly inserted his cock until his balls were pressed against the now open ass.  He then began to plunge in and out, varying his speed and depth while the twinks continued their ministrations.

“Oh, faster, fuck me harder, harder,” Butch began.

Brice plunged in and out of the quivering hole for the next thirty minutes.  Butch was lost in a state of frustrated ecstasy and alternated between begging and cursing as he brought closer and closer to a climax but was never allowed over the edge.

With an audible pop, Brice removed his cock from Butch.

“No, no, you can’t stop, not now,” Butch begged.  “Please, please, fuck me until I cum.”

Brice just smiled and laughed as he rolled out of the ring.  He reached in, grabbed Butch by both armpits and pulled his body outward until his neck was at the edge of the ring and his head was hanging down.  Butch’s sweaty body made this an easy task.

Brice slowly rubbed his cockhead across Butch’s lips.

He leaned over and whispered so that only Butch could hear.

“If I feel any teeth, they are mine, and I’m going to take them home. Understood?”

“Yeah, yeah, no teeth,” Butch groaned.   “Just, please, get me off.”

Brice slowly inserted his cock into Butch’s mouth until Butch started to gag.  Brice nodded at Chuck. He quickly inserted one finger up Butch’s ass and began to massage the prostate.  This caused Butch to take a great inhale in, and Brice took advantage and shoved the rest of his cock in until his balls were banging against Butch’s eyes.

He then began his assault on Butch’s mouth and throat, similar to what he had done to his ass.  Soon Butch was moaning in pleasure and desire.  For fifteen minutes, the three continued their assault on Butch’s body and nerves.

Finally, Brice began to pull his cock back until the head was just beyond the teeth before slamming its full length back into the mouth.  He began to moan.  As his thrusts became more vigorous and his grunts louder, he pulled his cock all the way out of the mouth just as he began to ejaculate.  He covered Butch’s face with his cum.  When he had finally finished, he turned and slumped against the ring.

“Oh fuck, fuck, let me cum, please let me cum,” Butch begged.  Brice looked up at the two twinks and nodded to them.  This time they did not stop when they got close but continued until Butch began spurting cum out of his cock.  The first spurt flew over the ring rope and hit one of the audience members in the face.  He had a massive smile on his face.

The twinks continued their manipulations until Butch had finished having one of the most intense and productive orgasms of his life.  His body was covered in his cum.  The twinks scooped some of the cum up and rubbed it on their lips before locking each other in a very passionate kiss.  Wet spots developed on both of their shorts.

They broke the kiss, smiled, and slid out of the ring.

Butch was taking several deep breaths in and out as he relished in his post cum state.  Suddenly, he felt himself sliding as Brice had reached in, grabbed an ankle, and pulled Butch sideways onto the ring apron before twisting him around until his feet dropped to the grass and he was standing outside the ring leaning against the edge of it.

Brice standing directly in front of him, ran his finger through the cum on Butch’s chest before sliding them up and into Butch’s mouth.

“Looks like you are good for something after all,” Brice gloated.

Butch responded by dropping to his knees and inserting Brice’s cock into his mouth.  He almost immediately had Brice back to full erection.  He then began to vigorously deep-throat Brice.  Butch reached out, grabbed Brice’s hand, and placed them around his own head.  Anticipating what Butch wanted, Brice tightened his hold and began to give Brice a major skull fucking, pulling his face inward with each stroke.

Brice felt himself hardening more as he approached orgasm. He felt Butch place his hands around the back of Brice’s thighs and pull himself forward until his nose was buried in Brice’s bush.  Brice tightened his hand and pulled forward, and he deposited a large load directly into Butch’s throat.  As his ejaculation eased, Brice and Butch released their holds, and Butch slowly removed the cock from his mouth.

He reached over and kissed the head of the cock as he stood up, placed his hands on Brice’s biceps, maneuvered him so that his back was against the ring, and bent his upper body backward.

He brought his face close to Brice’s as if going for a kiss, but at the last second, he turned slightly so that his mouth was next to Brice’s ear.

“This ain’t over with, Bitch,” he whispered as he drove his knee upward into Brice’s post-orgasmic tender balls.  Before he had much time to react, Butch pulled back with his right hand a delivered a full-powered punch directly into the hurting balls.

Brice screamed as his hands shot to his groin, and he slid down the ring edge, dropped to the ground, and rolled to his side.

Butch laughed as he stepped back and was joined by the Demons before any of Brice’s friends could react.  The Demons then walked off, leaving Brice curled on the ground in a fetal position, surrounded by his concerned friends.

Butch had no shortage of audience members offering to help him clean up, as many rubbed their hands over his torso collecting cum for themselves.  Butch looked over the offering, and knowing he needed someone sturdy, he went up to a very masculine and muscular couple and grabbed them by the back of their necks. 

“Umm, I’m strictly a top,” one of them stammered.

“Not anymore, you’re not,” Butch replied as he increased the strength of his hand on his neck.

He looked at his partner, who had a wide smile on his face, and said, “Help me.”

“Not a fucking chance,” his partner responded back with a wink.

“Oh well, I have always been a little curious, so why not now,” he replied as he accepted his fate.  His cock was tenting the front of his shorts by this time.

Butch drugged them, willingly, to the dungeon tent.  Once there, the Demons emptied the tent of others over many protests and left Butch and his two acolytes alone in the dungeon.  Surprisingly, Dan and Angel were not among those who were removed from the dungeon.  They emerged separately about one hour later.  Both looked quite content.

For the next several hours, sounds of pain and pleasure could be heard coming from the tent. Some campgrounders winched in sympathy, while others moaned in jealousy. When it was all over, the two acolytes had a huge problem—both were now power bottoms.

Later that afternoon

Angel walked up to Dan, Chad, and Brice, who were relaxing on the porch of their cabin.

“Hey, asshole, I want to speak with you,” Angel yelled as he marched over.

“You’re going to have to be more specific than that,” Brice laughed.  “Seems a couple of us got some good use out of you today.”

“I’ll fucking deal with you later, twinkie lover.  But as for you, Cumface, I want your motherfucking ass in the ring tomorrow.  Just me and you, both at full strength.”

“Yeah, like it would be just me and you.  I know how you and your gang work,” Cumface replied.

“Ooooh, Scared of a little true man-on-man action, are you?  Okay, you can get Chad here to officiate.  He’s tall and mean enough to keep everyone in line.  And with Brice hanging around, you should be well protected.”

Cumface looked over at Chad, who smiled and nodded his head.  He was always up to ref a good match.  And this one should be good – smaller (but meaner) vs. bigger (but nicer), very experienced (Angel) vs. fairly new (Cumface), and big-time cheater vs. by the rules.  Making it a fair match would mostly eliminate the third difference and make it a good match.

“You’re on Angel,” Cumface said.  “We just need to figure out what time.”

“Already checked, second match of the morning, tomorrow.  See you there.”

Angel turned and walked away.

A short time later, Angel was seen in the food tent talking to Tank.

Even later that evening

Chad, Brice, and the twinks were wandering the campground while Cumface sat on the porch with a beer. He saw Samson and Skull walking by, and to his surprise, Skull veered away and walked over to him.

“Hey Dan, what’s up?” he asked.  “What have  you got planned for tonight?”

“Just chilling out.  Had a fun day, so just hanging out without any plans.”

“Huh.  Yeah, not many can say they got to play around with Angel safely.  Say, why don’t you join Samson and me for some fun over at our camp?” 

When Skull saw the look of distrust that came across Dan’s face, he said,  “Look, I’ve been impressed by your improvements in the ring, even if you do lose a lot, and I think you are kind of hot.  And you're assuming control over Angel today; that took some cajones.  I want to play around with those cajones and the rest of you.  I promise nothing extreme, and you will have a good time.  You can call it off anytime you like.  We can even get a couple of the orange vests to supervise if you insist.”

Cumface, at first, was very cautious about the idea.  But when Skull mentioned the orange-vests, his concerns were addressed because nobody, and that meant nobody, messed with the orange-vest guys.

“Sure, why not?  Let me change clothes and ….”

“You don’t need to change.  You’re not going to be in them long enough for it to matter,” Skull said with an exaggerated wink.

Laughing, Dan stood up and joined the two as they headed across the campground. Dan had certainly changed since his first visit last year. He was now more confident, relaxed, and comfortable there.