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.

Marshall/Cumface vs B&B

Marshall & Cumface Vs B&B

By

The Mangler

In the Redneck Arena

“I’ll be damned if I ref that match,” Taylor said.

“What’s the problem?” the commissioner asked.

“What’s the problem?  What’s the fucking problem?  Did you see what those two sons of a bitch did to me the last time I refed for them?” Taylor asked. (see B vs B)

The commissioner smiled as he said, “Well, yes, I did. And the fans loved it.”

“Well, I fucking didn’t,” Taylor huffed.

Bodybuilder's Destruction III Todd vs Dan

 

Bodybuilder’s Destruction III:

Todd vs “Cumface” Dan

By

The Mangler

The commissioner was very excited about tonight’s match. There had been so much interest that he had looked into leasing a larger space.  However, there wasn’t enough time to set it up like the Arena was and that was a big part of the attraction.  Someone had suggested streaming it, but that had the problem of not being able to control who saw it and running the risk of photos or videos being produced.  Photography was strictly forbidden at the Arena – unless, or course, the commissioner surreptitiously did it for his nefarious purposes later.  There was thought of upping the ticket prices, but he was concerned that he would alienate his hardcore audience.

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: Dan vs Kyle

 

The Campground Matches:

Kyle vs Dan

By

The Mangler 

Kyle entered the ring to the applause and cheers of the leather crowd.  This was his first official professional style match.  Kyle stood 6’ and weighed in at 185.  He was in decent shape but wasn’t cut and overly defined.  He was dressed in green square cut trunks, white knee pads and white wrestling boots.  He had been training and being taught by the Choirboy.  He had no delusions that he was going to win, but he had to start somewhere.  Especially since he was fighting a professional wrestler and friend.  He was concerned about how much retribution Dan was looking for.

Battle of the Destroyers

 

The Battle of the Destroyers:

Dan versus Skull

By

The Mangler

“Welcome to the next match here at the Redneck Arena.  This match should be a real barn burner and should give you bloodthirsty lot something to talk about for a long time – well at least until the next Redneck Arena show.”  The crowd roared and cheered their approval.

Dan "The Destroyer" Wang Tries Again

 

Dan “The Destroyer” Wang Tries Again

By

The Mangler

After his disastrous debut, Dan was much more cautious and guarded.  He had also watched several matches here at the Redneck Arena so he now feels that he has a better grasp on the entire situation.  He is well aware that he doesn’t know it all, but believes that he has the jist of it and can at least not be totally humiliated in the ring.  He is standing in the back hallway waiting for his introduction when the Choirboy walks by and slaps him on the ass. 

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”.

Dan "The Destoyer" Debuts

 [For those of you new to the site or who need a refresher on the Redneck Arena (the setting for this story)  please click A History of the Redneck Arena]

Dan “The Destroyer” Debuts

By

The Mangler

The crowd at the Redneck Arena was all fired up after the last match which was a tag team beat down.  Surprisingly enough it was the faces that did the beat down.  They were tired of being punching bags.  After the match, the crowd was doing intermatch stuff, going to the restroom and chatting with their friends so they weren’t paying much attention to the ring.  The cleaning staff entered with five people as they cleaned up the mess from the last match.  However, only four people left the cage.  One slid under the ring.  While the fans didn’t really notice, the commissioner did.  He also realized who slid under the ring and was smiling his most evil grins.  He turned to one of the fans who had accompanied him to the matches.

Dan "The Destroyer" Wang

 

Dan "The Destroyer" Wang 

The Commissioner’s Loss

By

The Mangler

Sitting in the office of the Commissioner of the Redneck Arena.

He was going hard sell for his pitch.

“Look, you are blowing up the independent circuit.  People are coming from all over to see you.  Now is the time to take advantage of that and sign with The Redneck Arena.  Look at the advantages:

            Guaranteed income

            Fewer Matches

            Name Recognition…”

“I have all that now.  Plus, what you’re offering is much less than what I am making now.  I get to travel all over the place, meet new people, kick a lot of ass and dominate.  Why should I give that up for this rinky dink place??”

This was spoken by Daniel (Dan) “The Destroyer” Wang.  He stood 6’2” tall and weighs in at 225 pounds.  He was tall, tanned and well built.  You could tell that he spent time in the gym, but his physique showed that he was probably just starting to take his workouts seriously.  Toned but not cut. He was wearing black wrestling boots, blue square cut trunks.  As he sat across form the commissioner he was smirking, flexing and being arrogant.  Things that the commissioner would normally like, except when things weren’t going his way.

Trying to maintain his calm he said “Yeah, but at some point, all that traveling is going to get you down.  How bout this, you lose your match on Monday and you sign up with us…”

Laughing the Destroyer goes “Ain’t going to happen.  I haven’t lost a match in over six months and I doubt you’ve got anybody to change that.  So no, I’m not signing your contract.  I’m just going to come in, give someone a major ass kicking while looking damn good.  Then I’m gonna take my check and move on to the next sucker.  Been nice talking with you.”  With that Dan got up and sauntered out.  As he crossed the threshold, he through up a middle finger without walking back.

The look on the Commissioner’s face was distraught.  His investors weren’t going to like that he let the Destroyer get away.

He turned and picked up the phone.  “Maybe I’ll have better luck after the match,” he sighed.   “Fortunately, that will be this Monday.”