The Campground 2: Day 4
Cumface vs. Angel
By
The Mangler
As Spike and
Patriot exited their cabin, they were surprised to see Chad standing in front
of his cabin, totally naked except for a pair of boots and 15 pounds of weights
hanging from the parachute harness attached to his scrotum. He was hitched to a cart like a horse, had a
bit gag in his mouth, and weighted tit clamps attached to each nipple with a
leather cord leading back to the cart for use as reins. It was last year all over again and Chad did
not look happy. Tank was sitting on the
driver’s bench of the wagon, and he looked pleased.
Brice was in
a similar situation, except Butch was the driver of his cart.
“Morning,
gentleman. Would you like a ride to
breakfast?” Tank asked. “We have these
great new pony boys giving rides today.”
“No, and you
can’t…” Spike began.
“Careful
there, little dude,” Butch said from the other cart. “You think life was difficult earlier this
week? Just wait to see what happens if you try and interfere. And you don’t have many friends around here
right now to help you out. And two of
them are tied, or should I say reigned, up right now.”
Spike didn’t
like it, but he had to agree with both assessments, so he and the guys could
only walk away, as Chad and Brice were encouraged to “walk on” by the snap of
whips. They wouldn’t be having a very
good day, but they were big boys who could handle it. Besides, they didn’t have much choice.
“Hey, wasn’t
Chad supposed to be the ref for Dan and Angel’s match today?” The Patriot
asked.
