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.”

Campground 2: Day 6 Pete vs Stuart

 

The Campground 2: Day 6

Pete vs Stuart

By

The Mangler

There was a lot of animosity between the next two contestants. It started on day 2 when Pete was running his mouth and ended up with his balls in Stuart’s hands—and not gently. The animosity morphed into hatred when Pete attempted to help out his fellow skin Angel during a match yesterday, but Stu interfered and took Pete out of the action. Needless to say, Pete was livid and out for blood.

This match wasn’t as well attended as some others because it had to be squeezed in early in the morning before other matches.  It was a match between two smaller duds. Stuart, or Stu as he was sometimes called, admitted to being a twink and was proud of it.  Stuart was 5’7” tall and weighed 110 pounds.  Although he was skinny, he worked out and was strong. Stuart was most well known as one of the duo of twinks who had some mysterious hold over Brice, a muscular dude who now sported a twink flag tattoo on his ass and was his backup along with Chuck and Chad.

Pete was a member of the skinhead contingent and was also a smaller specimen.  However, if you called him a twink you were most likely to have your ass kicked, regardless of your size.  He stood 5’6” tall and weighed 110 pounds.  Like Stu, although small, he was strong and, more importantly, devious.  The skinheads, including Ace and Angel, backed him up.

The Campground 2 Cumface vs Angel

 

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.

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.

Campground 2: Brice vs Butch

 

The Campground 2: Day 2 

Butch vs Brice

By

The Mangler

There were a lot of hungover people in the audience gathering for the upcoming wrestling matches but many were looking forward to the first two matches.  First up was Butch versus Brice which was a fallout from the Tank versus Chad match the day before in which Chad got his revenge on Tank for his nefarious actions involving Chad and Brice.  That was to be followed by Choirboy versus Spike in which Choirboy, after his humiliating treatment on arrival to the Campground, was out for balls—Spike’s balls in particular.

Choirboy and Spike had agreed on Angel as the ref for their match and both Brice and Butch thought he would also be good for their match.  Angel had agreed but it came at a cost, as did just about everything that Angel did.  Angel and his skinhead contingent would get to use and abuse the loser for 12 hours.  Neither one of the two combatants had any concern about the bet because they both knew they were going to win and both knew they could survive Angel and his group if necessary.

They had both rejected the idea of a NHB death-type match.  Surprisingly enough, those types of matches were few and far between at the campground because most of the audiences, and the wrestlers, wanted to see how two wrestlers would fare with pro wrestling rules.  Of course, many of the wrestlers wanted to figure out how to get around the rules or use them to their advantage.  And the audience had been known to get involved as well.

The Little Colonel's Bad Advice Consequences

 

[No wrestling in this one, but for your Christmas enjoyment, here is the rest of the fallout from Dan's last bout.  Hope you enjoy]

The Little Colonel’s Bad Advice:

Consequences

By

The Mangler

 Chad was kneeling in the dirt being face fucked by another random cock. Initially he tried to keep track so that he could get some payback, but by this time he couldn’t.  He had lost count.  He felt like his mouth was going to taste like cum forever.  The one thing he did know is that Cumface Dan was going to pay and pay bigtime.

After the cock had ejaculated and been removed, he was ordered to stand as his next ride was ready.  Dan was a tall bear of a man.  He stood at 6’7 and weighed over 300 pounds.  He was barrel chested and was covered in a layer of hair.  He obviously took care of his body.  Even flaccid his cock was 8 inches and thick.  It was also uncircumcised.

The Little Colonel's Bad Advice

 The Little Colonel’s Bad Advice:

(Cumface Dan vs Tank)

By

The Mangler

 Dan was wandering the campground, dressed in only workout shorts so his fine physique was on full display, when he ran into Tank, the leader of the Demons.  Tank was 45 years old, 6’1” tall and weighed in at 210 pounds.  He wasn’t gym muscle defined, but muscled from hard work.  He was wearing the Demon motorcycle vest, which showed off his hairy chest and multiple tattoos covering his arms and chest, and a pair of old distressed jeans.  His chest and arms were covered with tattoos.  He had a goatee and mustache.

“Nice showing on that last match.  A little deviousness in you after all.”

“Well, I’m learning a lot being here and at the Arena.”

“Maybe it’s time to take it to the next level.”

“What do you mean?”

“Time to try a different match style.  I would propose a submission match where the winner determines the terms.”

“How does that work.”

“Suppose you had me in a hold that I wanted to submit to.  You would tell me what terms you would be willing to accept to allow me to submit.  If I said no the match continues, even if I do submit it is not valid.”

The Campground Dan Vs. Wrestledaddy

 [Horrible case of writer's block, but I was able to churn this one out.  Unfortunately, still having block so not sure when the next one will be out.  Hope you enjoy]

Dan vs Wrestledaddy

By

The Mangler

Chad and Brice took their coffee cups and headed for the rockers on the front porch of the cabin.  Dan trailed behind with his diet coke.  All three were naked as they had just gotten out of bed.  As they settled into the chairs, the sun had just cleared the horizon and was shooting various colors throughout the sky.  Even though it was sunrise, the campground was far from quiet and calm.  While the noise was only a dull thrum compared to what it would be, there were men everywhere.  Leather week at the campground was a 24-hour affair although most were winding down for a little while.  Especially entertaining was watching an obviously inebriated guy try to figure out how to get into his tent.

The Campground: Introduction

 

The Campground: Introduction

By

The Mangler

“I can’t fucking believe that I let you talk us into bringing you” Chad said as he turned the SUV into the rutted dirt driveway. 

“Look, I’m an adult and after the 72 hours with Choirboy, I think I can handle this,” Dan replied.

“We will see.  You will see anything and everything from vanilla to extreme kink.  Just be careful what the hell you agree to.  Not everyone will honor limits or, occasionally, even safe words.  Since this is your first time, stay close, and remember that you agreed to be our boy” Bruce replied.

About ½ mile later they came to a gate across the road.  A large sign above the gate said “The Campground.”  But Dan wasn’t focused on the gate.  He was focused on the mountain walking towards the driver’s window.  He was HUGE.  Dan estimated him to be about the same height as Chad which was 6’7”, but he looked to weight about 400 pounds.  And all of it was muscles and more muscles.  He was bald but had a Vandyke beard. He looked to be about 30 years old.

Chad vs Brice

 

Chad vs Brice

By

The Mangler

The lights in the Redneck Arena went dark.  The announcer’s voice came over the loudspeaker.  “And now the ref for our next bout, none other than our very own, sweet, innocent, and popular Chhhooiirrboyyyy,” the voice boomed in the dark.

Dan and the Choirboy: The Final 24 Hours

[WARNING:  This is NOT a wrestling story.  It is a sex story; a BDSM sex story -- you have been warned.  This is the follow up to Dan "The Destroyer" Debuts] 

Dan and the Choirboy: The Final 24

By

The Mangler

As the van pulled up near his apartment, Dan was jostled awake.  He was absolutely exhausted from his labor and his “rewards” for a “job done okay.”

As the door opened, he heard, “Get slutty cumface up to the apartment.”  He then felt hands pulling him out of the van and helping him to stand.  He was unsteady but upright.  He made quite the sight.  Wobbling as he stood, cum covering his face and dripping down his chest, and cum leaking out of his ass.  His cock was still rock hard, however, due to the cockring, and the recent action.

Dan and the Choirboy: The Next 24 Hours

 To the blogger review team:  Many of my posts are suddenly saying that they are being placed behind a warning for containing sensitive content.  The ENTIRE blog is behind the adult setting with a sensitivity content.  Is this a second layer or something??  Most all of my posts would fit this description.  Is there something else I should be doing??]

[WARNING:  This is NOT a wrestling story.  It is a sex story; a BDSM sex story -- you have been warned.  This is the follow up to Dan "The Destroyer" Debuts] 

Dan and the Choirboy: The Next 24

By

The Mangler

Dan was kneeling in front of Choirboy, naked except for his cockcage.  Several of Dan’s friends were also present.

“Damn dude.  You got creamed in the wrestling ring and now you look like a fucking slut.  Too bad we didn’t know this all along,” Kyle said while laughing.  “What all does he do?”

Dan and the Choirboy -- the first 24

 [WARNING:  This is NOT a wrestling story.  It is a sex story; a BDSM sex story -- you have been warned.  This is the follow up to Dan "The Destroyer" Debuts]

Dan and the Choirboy: The first 24

By

The Mangler

After leading Dan from the arena, he was deposited in the Choirboy’s locker room and dropped on the bench.  The referee looked on with concern and was a little reluctant to leave.

“Hey, we are good here.  You can leave,” Choirboy said.

The ref looked a little skeptical but Dan said, “Yeah, we’re good”.