Mangler's Wrestling Stories

Mangler's Wrestling Stories

A series of stories written by myself (Mangler) and other authors.
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Showing posts with label slutboy. Show all posts
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Wednesday, July 1, 2026

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.”

Tuesday, October 1, 2024

The Campground 2: Day 3 Wrestledaddy vs Slutboy

 

The Campground 2: Day 3

Wrestledaddy vs Slutboy

By

The Mangler

Wrestledaddy, 6’ tall and weighing 250 pounds, walked from the dressing tent to the wrestling ring through the assembled audience.  He was British and in his early 40’s.  His physique could be described as thick but muscular, and he oozed the daddy bear aura.  After their last encounter in the Redneck Arena, he knew that Slutboy and he were both out for blood, so he decided to wear a regular wrestling singlet with a protective cup in place.  The singlet was black, the knee pads and the boots black.  Wrestledaddy slid under the bottom rope, and after giving the ref a fist bump, he walked to the center of the ring.

Spike had been initially scheduled to ref tonight’s match, but after the events of the last few days, he had backed out.  Angel had been the first consideration as a replacement but he deferred and recommended Ace, another skinhead.   Ace was more than happy to oblige.