The Fight for Slutiness John vs Wrestledaddy

 

The Campground 2: Day 6

The Fight for Slutiness:

John vs. Wrestledaddy

By The Mangler

John, aka Slutboy, dressed like a fraternity brother, trailed Wrestledaddy.  Watching his actions, it was hard to believe that John was one of the richest and most powerful venture capitalists in the world.  But at The Campground’s Leather week (held once a year), his inner slut takes over and comes out to play.  During that week, there are almost no limits, and he is constantly involved in one sexual activity or another.  It is doubtful that he even sleeps during the week.  Having lost a match to Wrestledaddy earlier in the week, Slutboy had to give up his slutiness and become John.  He had a chastity device locked on and was forbidden from engaging in any sexual activities, which was killing him.

“Come on, man, have a heart. I’m here, and it's leather week, which I look forward to every year, and I am a damned chaste preppy. I should be THE freaking slut this week. Just let me go crazy, man, PLEASE.”

“Goddamn it, you have been harassing me since you lost your fucking match. You know why you are where you are, and you deserve it.”

“I know, I know, but come on, man. Be the bigger person, let me out of this chastity cage and let the real inner me, John, come out.”

“Fine.”

“Yes, yes, yes. I knew you would, I knew you would,” John screamed and danced around like a guy permitted his first date.

“Hold on there, partner,” Wrestledaddy said with an evil smirk on his face. “I didn’t say I would let you out, BUT I will allow you to earn your sluttiness.”

“Okay, anything, anything. Blowjobs, fucking me, anything.”

“Well, wrestling got you into this fix, so wrestling is how you get out of it: you and I in the ring. You win, and John can come out to play. I win, and preppy boy stays out, AND you stop harassing me.”

With a pout on his face, John said, “Okay, but what is the catch?”

“It will be a ‘first to cum’ match, where the first person to cum loses.”

“NO, NO, NO. I’m so fucking horny that just taking me out of the cage will probably make me cum.”

A wicked smirk came over Wrestledaddy’s face.  “That is my offer, take it or leave it.”

“Okay, I’ll take it. When?”

“As soon as the ring is available.”

“Great, great, see you there soon,” John said as he charged back to his tent. He knew the odds were against him, but he was going to do whatever it took to get the right to be an unfettered slut for the rest of the week, no matter how short that time was. To that end, he talked to Angel, Tank, and anyone else who would listen about the match.

Wrestledaddy arrived at the ring first, wearing a bright and tight pink singlet. He was standing in the ring conversing with the Patriot, Bully, and Spike when he heard a small cheer from the crowd. He turned to see John walking to the ring in loose gym shorts. John had chosen to wear something loose because he was afraid something tight would stimulate his freed cock, causing it to ejaculate too soon.  He climbed into the ring and immediately dropped his shorts and boxers. He wanted that damned cage off, and he wanted it off now.

“Anxious to ejaculate, are you?” Wrestledaddy teased as he approached, pulling the cock cage’s key out of his singlet.

“Yes, but only after I get you off,” he replied with a smirk on his face.  “Stop and don’t come any closer,” he demanded as Wrestledaddy reached out with his hand.  Laughing, Wrestledaddy stepped back.  He had this match in the bag.

“What’s the matter, John?” Wrestledaddy inquired as he tossed the key up and down.

“I don’t trust you not to try and make me ejaculate while removing the cage,” John whimpered.  

“So, who do you want to do it?”

“Let Brice do it,” he replied.

Wrestledaddy looked over at Brice, who was acting as the ref in this match. with a questioning look on his face.  Brice nodded and approached John. He turned to Wrestledaddy and signaled for the key.  Wrestledaddy winked at Brice as he tossed the key over to him.  This was to be a regulation match, EXCEPT that manipulating and playing with the cock and balls were allowed, BUT blows to them were not.

Brice, although tempted to play with John, decided to play it down the line and unlocked the cage. John refused to allow him to remove the cage or the cock ring as he knew that would only stimulate him. He stepped back and very carefully removed the cock cage.  Even doing just that caused his cock to start thickening.  He decided against removing the cock ring as he was concerned it would stimulate him too much, and Wrestledaddy would take advantage.  He also hoped it would make ejaculating a little more difficult; he would deal with that if the need arose.

He pulled his shorts up, dropped to the canvas, and rolled under the bottom rope, catching Wrestledaddy by surprise. As soon as he hit the ground, he turned toward the crowd, where Angel stepped forward and drove a knee between his legs, slamming his nuts against his pelvic bone. John cried out, grabbed his nuts, bent forward, and dropped to his knees, but his cock was no longer stiffening.

Angel reached down, grabbed a handful of hair, pulled John to his feet, and slid him under the ropes and back into the ring.

“Let the cumming begin,” Angel laughed as the bell tender rang the bell to start the match.

Wrestledaddy was still trying to process what he had just seen as John was rolled back into the ring.  Shaking his head to clear it, he walked across the ring and dropped a knee drop into John’s forehead.  As he reached down to pull John up to his feet, Angel reached with both hands between the first and second ropes, grabbed a strap of Wrestledaddy’s singlet in each hand, and yanked forward, pulling Wrestledaddy between the two ropes. 

When Wrestledaddy's waist hit the second rope, it stopped him from falling out of the ring.  However, Angel released the singlet straps, turned, locked Wrestledaddy in a headlock, and physically pulled him out of the ring, dropping him to his hands and knees on the ground.  Ace delivered a kick to the stomach before Spike and Patriot could get over to try to protect Wrestledaddy.

Brice, now acting as the referee, came to the ropes to yell about the interference, but John grabbed him and pulled him back into the ring, screaming at him that there weren’t any rules to this match.  The ref argued it was untrue and that outside interference was not allowed.  John continued to distract the ref.

While Spike and Patriot were keeping Ace and Angel away from Wrestledaddy, several other skinheads came from behind, with one dropping down on Wrestledaddy's chest with an elbow.  A second skin pulled him up and pulled the straps off his shoulders before slamming him back to the ground, where the first skin sat on his chest.  The singlet was stripped down, so it sat on Wrestledaddy's thighs, exposing his jockstrap.  Ace and Angel kept grappling with Spike and Patriot to stop them from interfering.

Brice, Chad, and Dan saw what was happening and started that way, but Brice held his arms out to stop them.

“I don’t think they are looking to do damage, so why don’t we see how this plays out.  If it gets out of hand, then we can intervene,” Brice said.

Dan started to protest, but Chad quickly said, “Okay, I like that idea.”  As he said that, he slung his hand around Dan’s shoulder and pulled him close to him, locking him in place.

Bully, who had walked away for a minute, came back and started to charge over, but Brice and Chad intercepted him.  Dan, now free, looked as if he wanted to help Wrestledaddy, but, seeing the look Chad gave him, decided to stay where he was.

A couple of members of the audience came over and grabbed Spike, freeing up Angel, who reached into his jeans pocket and pulled something out, which he threw to the skin now sitting on Wrestledaddy’s thighs.  Wrestledaddy's jock had also been pulled down to his thighs as well, leaving his genitals exposed.  The object was a piece of leather tied into a circle with a slip knot. It was taken, looped around Wrestledaddy's cock and balls, and the slip knot pulled tight against the scrotum.  While the knot might tighten, it would not loosen unless cut off.  He tucked the loose ends of the loop back between Wrestledaddy's ass cheeks before he pulled the jock and singlet back into position.  He then stroked Wrestledaddy’s cock a couple of times until it started to twitch.

The skinhead on the chest rose, and the two Skins pulled the singlet back up and the straps back over Wrestledaddy's arms, forcibly lifted him to his feet, and threw him, abs first, into the edge of the ring.  They then slid him back under the ropes.  As soon as John saw him back in the ring, he turned away from the ref, walked over, and delivered several stomps into the abs. He dropped to the mat, sat Wrestledaddy up, reached around the front of his chest, grabbed the left singlet strap, and pulled it in toward his right and back, then grabbed the backside of the strap with the same hand.  He then cinched the strap tight around Wrestledaddy’s throat chocking him.

The ref demanded he release the choke, but John ignored him until he began his five-count.  On the count of 4 ½, he released the strap, and Wrestledaddy dropped onto his back. John delivered a series of stomps to the pecs and abs.  John began preening for the crowd, who applauded and cheered him.  Many people were waiting for the slut to be freed.

As he turned back toward his opponent, Wrestledaddy rolled and swept John's leg out from under him, dropping him down to his back.  Wrestledaddy slid over, flipped John to his back, and locked a side headlock on, applying as much pressure as possible.  He would release and then reapply the pressure.  He knew he wasn’t doing a lot of damage, but he was trying to give himself some time to recoup.

John tried to slip his head free of the hold but failed.  Remembering what type of match this was,  he reached over and began to stroke Wrestledaddy's cock through his singlet.  He felt it starting to thicken even more.  Realizing what was happening, Wrestledaddy released the hold, got to his feet, and began delivering some kicks and stomps to John, who finally had enough sense to roll out of the ring.

When he hit the grass, Patriot and Spike started toward him, but suddenly a large crowd formed a semi-circle around John, protecting him from everyone.  Angel reached down, grabbed him by the air, and pulled him up.

“Get back in there and get him off,” Angel laughed.  That was the first time he had ever told a wrestler to do that.  John walked around for a bit to regain his breath, then leaped back up onto the ring apron.  Wrestledaddy started toward him, but Brice got in his way.

“Allow him back into the ring,” he demanded.

“Fine,” Wrestledaddy sputtered as he stepped back. 

While this had been occurring, John leaped to the top rope, and as soon as Brice moved to the side, he launched a dropkick from the ropes. His feet slammed into Wrestledaddy's pecs, driving him across the ring, where he hit the ropes.  He wrapped both arms around the top rope to prevent himself from rebounding back into the ring.  Suddenly, he felt an arm wrap around each ankle, and a hand came between his thighs and started stroking his cock.  Brice walked over and demanded that the audience let go, and they did.  But the mission had been accomplished as Wrestledaddy’s cock was now more engorged. 

John charged to the ropes, turned away from Wrestledaddy, grabbed him by the head, and snapmared him into the middle of the ring.  He quickly rolled him up into a spladle and used his right hand to begin jerking Wrestledaddy off.

“Time to end all of this,” John said.  “Just relax and enjoy it.  You know you want to,” he continued.  Wrestledaddy’s cock enlarged to its full thickness, and he began leaking precum.

“No, no, NO,” Wrestledaddy screamed as he powered out of the spladle.  However, he didn’t get much relief as John maneuvered him into a sitting position, locked him in a full nelson, and wrapped his legs around John's waist, locking the ankles.  Instead of sneaking punches to the balls, he placed the heel of his foot in the crotch and continued to stroke and manipulate.

It was tempting to give in to the feeling and just relax, but Wrestledaddy wasn’t willing to give up so soon.  He took a very deep breath before grabbing John’s ankles and slowly pulling them apart.  He quickly jerked his head backward, slamming into John’s face, causing him to drop the nelson and fall backward.  Wrestledaddy quickly turned John to his stomach, grabbed his feet, and applied a Boston Crab.  However, instead of trying to get the most pain and discomfort out of it, he used the position to stroke and play with John’s cock and balls.  He quickly grew to full length.  Now, both wrestlers were feeling the effects of their opponents' manipulations.

John actually relaxed and didn’t strain against the hold.  When he felt Wrestledaddy ease a bit, he suddenly tensed his legs, placed his palms on the mat, and did a quick push-up, extending his legs.  This threw Wrestledaddy over his feet and broke the hold. 

John managed to power his way back to his feet, but Wrestledaddy had achieved his goal, and John’s cock was hard and starting to produce precum.  Not giving John any free time, Wrestledaddy grabbed an arm and threw him back-first into the nearest turnbuckle, followed by a shoulder to the abs.  He stepped close and slid his hand inside his opponent’s trunks and began to stroke his cock, causing John to moan with pleasure.

Brice stepped over and began a five-count.  Wrestledaddy released his hold and stepped back to break the count, and started to immediately step back in, but Brice got in front of him and pushed him back toward the middle of the ring.  Angel, seizing his chance, immediately hopped up onto the ring apron, wrapped his right arm around John’s head to clamp his hand over his mouth.  He caught the object  Ace tossed him and immediately whipped his hand around the other side and slammed it into John’s balls.  The hand over his mouth contained John’s yell, and the pain of the blow partially deflated his cock.  The rapidly spreading coldness of the frozen cold pack pressed against it deflated his cock the rest of the way. 

“Jerk him off, NOW,” Angel said as he dropped to the ground after accomplishing his goal.

John murmured a very painful “Thanks.”  His cock had been deflated, although through a great deal of pain.  As Brice stepped away from Wrestledaddy, John charged out of the corner and drove his right shoulder into Wrestledaddy's abs, slamming him to the mat with a perfect spear.  He quickly rolled him over to his stomach, grabbed both ankles, and locked on a Boston Crab.  Once he had the hold secured, he dropped one hand to Wrestledaddy's groin and began massaging the cock and balls.  Wrestledaddy moaned in pleasure as his cock began inflating until it was at full hardness.  His struggles to release the hold were ineffectual until he grabbed Brice by the ankles and used the leverage to slide himself forward so he could grab the ropes.

“He is in the ropes, so break,” Brice demanded as he started his count.  John held the hold and stroked the cock for as long as he could because he knew he was close to getting Wrestledaddy to erupt, but he ran out of time. 

“Fuck,” he shouted as he dropped the hold and stood up.  He was so close.

He turned toward the ropes, grabbed Wrestledaddy by the waist, and lifted him upward and backward, slamming him down in a perfect suplex.  He dropped an elbow across the chest.  He knew if he could stun Wrestledaddy enough, he could finish the job.  But Wrestledaddy wasn’t going to cooperate.  As John pulled him to his feet, he struck out with a fist, burying it in John’s abs and forcing him backward.  The two began circling each other.  Wrestledaddy with an obvious bulge in his singlet, as the cockring, which had been tightly applied earlier, was doing its job of keeping his cock hard, in spite of the lack of stimulation.  John’s cock was still mainly deflated due to the pain and the cold inflicted by Angel.

As they circled each other, John saw, out of the corner of his eye, Angel signaling for John to throw Wrestledaddy out of the ring.  He stepped into Wrestledaddy, and they locked up in a collar-and-elbow.  As they pushed and prodded for an advantage, John managed to get one foot behind Wrestledaddy and push him back, throwing him slightly off balance.  He seized his chance and locked on a side headlock.  Turning away from the ref, he drove his fingers into Wrestledaddy’s throat and released the hold.  Wrestledaddy’s hands flew upward as he gagged and stepped backward.

John looked out at the crowd and nodded.  After he did so, Spike and Patriot each felt a pair of arms come around their sides and up behind their heads, locking them in a Full nelson.  As soon as the hold was applied, another audience member slammed a blow into their solar plexus, knocking the wind from them.  They were then taken to the turf and legs wrapped around their sides.  They were temporarily isolated, unable to interfere. 

As for Bully, no one was stupid enough to try the same maneuver with him.  Instead, two audience members each grabbed a leg at the ankle, and a couple of others pushed him backward, where he fell to the grass on his back.  Several people simply piled on, trying to hold him down.   

“Really?  Really?” Bully said to the person up near his mouth.  “All you had to do was ask me to stay out of it,” he replied as he made no attempt to break free.  In appreciation of his cooperation, someone started stroking his cock while a pair of lips locked on his tit.  He was headed for a happy ending, and he just lay there and took it.

In the ring, John drove a fist deep into Wrestledaddy's abs, causing him to bring his hands down to his knees.  John immediately grabbed both of the singlets’ straps and pulled them down to the mid bicep, locking the arms.  He next grabbed the back of Wrestledaddy's head, pulled him to his feet, and spun him around, throwing him between the first and second ropes.  With limited use of his arms, he slammed into the grass without much breaking the fall.  The ref immediately got in front of John to prevent him from exiting the ring.

Several members of the crowd converged on Wrestledaddy, where the straps were pulled off his arms, then the singlet was drawn down around his ankles and finally off his body altogether.  Someone grabbed his partially erect cock, pulled it out of the leg hole of his jockstrap, and began giving him head.  A couple of other audience members began gently manhandling his tits.  His cock quickly grew to full hardness, and the rope cock ring applied earlier helped to keep it there.  To make sure, the guy giving the blow job tightened the slip knot even tighter.

He was picked up and slid under the ropes back into the ring wearing only his jockstrap, with his cock standing at attention, through the right leg hole. The crowd had done its job well. Spike and Patriot were released from their respective holds. Spike shot a menacing look at the person who had been holding him back, only to be met with a smirk and a blown kiss. In spite of himself, Spike had to smile. He would hook up with that guy later. 

Bully just lay there and continued to allow himself to be brought to orgasm.  Patriot looked over at his bellow, and while he should have been pissed off, he instead just shrugged and turned back to the action in the ring, where John pulled Wrestledaddy to his feet, drove his arm between the legs, and lifted his opponent up and over, driving him down to the mat in a body slam. He sat on Wrestledaddy’s thighs and began jerking him off and manipulating his balls. He was determined to end this so he could get to whoring. Unfortunately, Wrestledaddy wasn’t as out of it as he would have thought, so he was caught by surprise when Wrestledaddy sat up and drove a forearm across his chest, knocking him backward. The crowd booed loudly.

Wrestledaddy struggled to his feet only to be met by a spear from John, knocking him back to the mat and against the ropes with his arms hanging by his side. From outside the ring, a pair of hands grabbed each of his wrists, draped them over the second rope, and pulled the bottom rope up and around, trapping his arms between the ropes. A roll of duct tape appeared and was wrapped around the two ropes at the wrists, assuring that Wrestledaddy wasn’t going anywhere.

John stood and turned toward Brice, getting in his face.  “Now, why don’t you just step back and get out of the way of the action?” he said as he placed both hands on the massive chest and pushed him backward.

“And why don’t you get your fucking hands off the ref before you get disqual….” Brice said before lurching forward and into John. When he had gotten close to the ropes on the opposite side of the ring, two pairs of hands reached in, grabbed his ankles, and jerked backward, dropping Brice forward. John caught Brice as he fell forward and helped him fall to the mat gently.  He had no desire to piss Brice off – at least not too much.

“Enjoy yourself,” John said as Brice was yanked under the bottom rope. The hands holding his ankles continued pulling, and he would have slammed into the grass if he hadn’t had the wherewithal to grab the bottom rope with both hands. By helping him to the mat instead of letting him slam into it, John had left Brice with his wits intact.

The hands holding his ankles dropped them, and his feet fell to the ground. Brice released the ropes, got his balance, and turned around.

“What the fuck…” he began before four hands pushed him back first against the ring post, grabbed the lower edge of his ref jersey, and jerked it up. George locked his lips around the left nipple, and his tongue began to tease and lick.

“Just relax, big Daddy,” Stuart said as the fingers on one hand began to gently manipulate the free nipple, while his other hand palmed Brice’s ample crotch and began to push and circle. “Let your twinkies make you feel good.”

“But I’m reffing...”

“Don’t worry about that. They are doing just fine without you. Just relax,” Stuart said as he leaned in and brushed his lips gently across Brice’s. Brice let out a moan. Once again, he was enthralled by the twinkies. Stu continued to work the left nipple, while his free hand began unbuttoning and freeing Brice’s pants and pulling them down.  He was assisted by someone from the crowd.

Chad and Dan looked at each other and shrugged. Since Wrestledaddy was not in danger of injury, given the type of match, they decided to let it play out. Besides, it looked like both Wrestledaddy and Brice were about to have a very good time.

Once again, Spike, Bully, and the Patriot tried to intervene to assist Wrestledaddy, but once again, they were held back by the crowd. Many of the guys holding them back began to caress, manipulate, and try to arouse them. They slowly succumbed to the attempts. Once again, Chad and Dan choose not to get involved.  That is, until one of the crowd grabbed Dan, turned him around, and pushed him back-first into his friends, who gently restrained Dan.  The first man began rubbing his hands in circles around Dan’s belly and chest.  Soon, he too was lost in erotic sensations.  Interestingly, Chad walked over to Tank and challenged him to a test of strength, which Chad deliberately lost.  He dropped to his knees and reached for Tank’s zipper.  Tank was going to get a happy ending as well.  Eventually, so would Chad.

In what was probably a first for the campground, a wrestling match was turning into an orgy for everyone involved: the crowd, the ref, the wrestlers, AND everyone seemed to be enjoying it.

In the ring, Wrestledaddy was immobilized, and John was free to do what he needed to do, and what he was an expert at doing.  Wrestledaddy struggled against the ropes, but he was immobilized by his arms. He kicked out with his legs, trying to fight John off as he approached, but he was easily able to evade him.

“Fight fair, you damned bastard,” Wrestledaddy yelled.

Laughing, John dropped and straddled Wrestledaddy, reached up, and grabbed a tit in each hand, and began to twist, pull, and caress. In a matter of seconds, Wrestledaddy was moaning, and he could feel his cock starting to stiffen.

“No, no, no…” Wrestledaddy whimpered.

John leaned down and whispered into Wrestledaddy’s ear. “First time I’ve ever heard anyone ask not to be given a great time.” He laughed as he nibbled on the earlobe. When Wrestledaddy was simpering and bucking, John released the tits, slid down the legs, grabbed the waistband of the singlet, which had been tossed back into the ring. He used the straps to bind the garment around the calves, preventing Wrestledaddy from kicking out in offense.

He slid his hands up and down Wrestledaddy’s thighs several times before he grabbed the waistband of the jockstrap, pulled it downward, and then slid it under the cock and balls of his opponent. He let it go, and it slid up against the underside of Wrestledaddy’s balls, lifting them upward. Wrestledaddy’s cock was jerking at full hardness, and John wrapped his hand around the base and began to gently jack it. He leaned forward, extended his tongue, and gently lapped at the head of the cock in his hand.

Someone from the crowd reached around and started to caress Wrestledaddy’s tits.  John reached up and slapped the hands away.   “I don’t need any help,” he said.  The hands were withdrawn reluctantly. 

“Damn, fuck, oh shit,…” Wrestledaddy huffed out to the cheers and applause of the crowd.

“Come on, John, make that gun shoot a load,” someone yelled. Others laughed and shouted their agreement.

And then John devolved into SLUTBOY and did what SLUTBOY does best during slut week—became an expert at giving pleasure, in other words, becoming a slut. And lucky Wrestledaddy was the beneficiary of his expertise—or was he so lucky?

Slutboy slowly but surely drew Wrestledaddy closer and closer to Nirvana, and then suddenly he stopped.

“Hey, don’t stop. What the fuck?” Wrestledaddy demanded.

Slutboy straddled Wrestledaddy, so their cocks were touching, and then he leaned forward. He grasped a nipple in each hand and began to slowly turn, twist, and manipulate.

“Well, you see,” Slutboy started as he leaned forward and whispered into his Wrestledaddy’s ear. “Because of my downtime, there are a whole lot of people looking forward to my attention. And I’m not going to have enough time to get to all of them. So, I need an ‘accomplice.’”

He grabbed Wrestledaddy’s cock and gave it a tight squeeze at the bottom, and slowly ran his hand upward. Wrestledaddy groaned and bucked in ecstasy, but once again, Slutboy stopped before that magnificent explosion of cum could erupt.

“So, if you want me to finish you off, all you need to do is become my assistant slut, under my direction for the next 3 days.”

“What do you mean by direction?” Wrestledaddy husked with his erotic-filled voice.

“Just what it sounds like. You do what I tell you to. Well, really, you do WHO I tell you to and also HOW I tell you to. Be forewarned, there will be little to no downtime. A true slut is just like an Energizer Bunny; he keeps on going and going and going.”

WD heard someone in the audience, Bully, roar as he ejaculated.  This didn’t help his resolve, but in spite of the frustration he was feeling, as he was so close to release, he said, “No, I don’t think so,” he replied.

“Too bad,” Slutboy said, and he slipped down in front of Wrestledaddy and began to kiss, fondle, and pleasure his opponent’s cock, balls, and asshole.

Wrestledaddy held out for about 10 minutes before he begged Slutboy to get him off, but Slutboy rejected his suggestions. “I’m sorry, that offer has expired.” He continued to pleasure and manipulate for another 5 minutes, much to the crowd’s joy and laughter.  During this time, several more audience members reached the breaking point.  Wrestledaddy was now pleading and begging to get off.”

Resuming his straddle and playing with the nipples, Slutboy said, “Same terms, PLUS you have to accompany me to the Folsom Street Fair under the same terms. Oh, all expenses covered by me, of course.”

“Yes, yes, anything. Just let me come,” Wrestledaddy continued to beg. Slutboy complied, releasing one of the biggest ejaculations that Wrestledaddy had ever experienced. It shot across the ring and over the ropes with some drops landing on the twins and Brice, who really didn’t notice as the twinks were too busy spit-roasting a moaning and whimpering Brice. Shortly thereafter, all three reached a satisfactory conclusion.

The distractions aimed at Spike, Bully, and the Patriots didn’t have a quick, happy ending, as the crowd stopped their action when they heard Wrestledaddy ejaculating. However, Spike and Patriot quickly joined together to bring them all to a happy ending.

When Wrestledaddy dropped back against the rope, Slutboy slid out of the ring, saying to Wrestledaddy on his way by, “See you in the dungeon in an hour. And be ready and prepared.” He slid out of the ring with his cock swinging at full mast. He was engulfed in a menagerie of hands, lips, and feet as he was lifted and whisked over to the dungeon so he could begin performing.  He actually ejaculated for the first time on the way over; he was so sex deprived.  That in no way affected his performance in the dungeon.  After all, he was THE slut of leather week.

One of Wrestledaddy’s friends, who had helped restrain him, stood outside the ropes near his head.

“Listen, Wrestledaddy, there was nothing personal in this. But you had removed one of the most popular people here from the action. You weren’t just punishing him but all of us. So, when the opportunity came, we had to take it. So please don’t hold it against me. Unless we are playing around.”

Wrestledaddy sighed and laughed. “Fine, just get me the hell out of these ropes.”

“Sorry, man, I need to get over to the dungeon before all the places are taken.” He turned and charged off, ignoring Wrestledaddy's loud protests. Eventually, Spike and the Patriot wandered over and freed him.  Wrestledaddy did not bother to get dressed as he wandered over to the dungeon to keep his word to John.  His cock indicated that he really didn’t mind at all.

Slutboy took full advantage of his newfound freedom and lived up to his name.  While he was fairly notorious for his past actions, he was determined to make up for his enforced chastity, and he was guaranteed to be the talk of leather week for years to come.  Slutboy made sure Wrestledaddy was very active too, but didn’t push him beyond his limits.  Occasionally, he even forced him into a chastity cage for several hours just because he could and to give him a rest.  BUT, he did make sure that Wrestledaddy had a good time.

When they teamed up at Folsom Street Fair that year, they were the talk of the town.

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