The conclusion of Wrestling Match is dedicated to this guy Joker who wrote me a really great letter. Keep writing me, dude.
Evan had outdone himself this time. But I'll get to that in a second.
First off, since experiencing such a humiliating defeat in the wrestling match courtesy of Jabba the Butt - we had been deemed "clowns" and during our punishment we were dressed like them. Well, if you count dressed as a clown as wearing big floppy clown shoes, clown make up with big red rubber noses and a clown wig. And that's it - we were kept bareass except for bullseyes painted on our butts with grease paint.
It was time for "Bungee Buttplugs". My butthole clenched and twitched at the thought.
Evan had constructed the four bungee "towers" out back. We have and old barn out there which was a perfect location. The Mighty Brothers had even set it up with a bar, tv and stereo system. When the Rump(us) Room got too small for working Buttface, Buttplug, Buttcrack, and Buttpie over - we got herded out to the barn.
The towers were about ten feet high and looked kind of like a hangman tower, an upside down "L" shape. At the top was what looked like a small wooden seat with a kind of harness hanging from the beam overhead. At the bottom, a brightly colored _d_i_l_d_o_. Fixed into the raised bottom beam. Directly below the seat. A big one.
I gulped.
Evan went to the controls over to the side. Jabba and the rest of the Brothers sipped on a bottle of JD they had brought. I noticed they each had a can of tennis balls with them. And then I noticed, about three feet from the top of the tower, sticking out of the side was a wooden target on a hinge. The targets each had an enlarged photo of one of our asses. I groaned. Like a dunking booth, do ya get the picture? The bullseyes painted on our asses was getting itchy, and i kind of squirmed.
Each of us "CLOWNS" was spanked over to his tower. The harnesses were lower down from the electric winch at the top. The brothers made us put them on, they just basically went under our arms and I felt like a puppet again. The harnesses were all attached to strong bungee cords. We were raised up, past the evil buttplugs just waiting to stuff our butts, and through the wooden seats which split in two to allow us up and through like a trap door. Then for a second we just hung there, four beefy naked guys, _c_o_c_k_s flopping, wearing clown shoes, and clown make-up, like perverted puppets. A camera flash went off and this time the four of us groaned in unison.
Then each of the trap door wooden seats closed beneath our swollen asses and we were seated. Oh, did I neglect to mention that we each got to ride Evan and Jabba's knee after our defeat? Asses bobbing in the air, red faces almost kissing the floor, red butts swollen and clenching under the whacks?
EVan: Well, Butts, seeing as you so miserably lost the wrestling match like the _f_u_c_k_ing pussies you are - you are hereby sentenced by the Mighty Brothers to enjoy the warm, poking feeling provided by my patented bungee buttplugs!
The Mighty Brothers roared.
Scotty whispered "oh _s_h_i_t_". He looked pretty ridiculous naked with a clown face. So I must have too.
Evan: But in the spirit of good brotherhood, you have a chance to avoid your fate. IF we are unable to hit your butt-targets with our balls - you go free.
That's unusual, but we all nodded, relieved.
And the brothers started tossing the tennis balls. And missing! They were too drunk. I got one in the balls which didn't feel great. Spike got one off his fat belly. The brothers started getting pissed, and it looked like we were going to be able to keep our dignity (somewhat) for one night. Scotty even started getting _c_o_c_k_y. Big mistake.
Scotty: You _d_i_c_k_heads couldn't hit the side of a barn