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.

Campground 2: Day 5 Choirboy vs Angel

 

The Campground 2: Day 5

Choirboy vs. Angel

By

The Mangler

The previous day

Choirboy had watched Angel take revenge on Cumface.  He was actually quite impressed with the match and the aftermath.  In truth, Angel was one of the few people Choirboy had qualms about and maybe even a little fear of.  

He was known as a very demanding and brutal top. Interestingly enough, those who sought him out for play never had any complaints. For those who lost stake matches or ended up under his “care,” the reports were mixed. Because of that, Choirboy usually avoided him.

However, Angel had crossed the line here at the campground. He was talking smack about Choirboy.  Telling everyone how he needed Angel’s assistance to beat Spike, and how he wasted his opportunity to teach Spike a real lesson after beating him in their match.

While they were hauling Cumface back to his cabin, Angel was celebrating with his fellow skins. The crowd was beginning to disperse when Choirboy pushed several of the skins away and approached Angel, causing everyone to turn toward the confrontation.

“Alright, you little shit.  I need you to stop talking smack about me,” Choirboy demanded as hegot nose to nose with him.  Sensing a major confrontation coming, a murmur of excitement moved through the crowd.

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.

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.”