Guest Blogger: Mangler - "Enough Already"

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Enough Already by Mangler

"All right. Enough is fucking enough already. That asshole has been teasing us all too long. Time to put the son-of-a-bitch in his proper place."

"HENCHMEN, get your lazy asses up and about,” the scream came down the stairs.

The two musclemen lazing in the lair in the basement hopped immediately to their feet. They had NEVER heard the Mangler use that tone of voice before. They were in such a hurry to get dressed that they looked like the keystone cops in action. They finally had shorts on and were charging up the stairs.

"Well it took you worthless idiots long enough to get up here," the Mangler screamed. "When I say hop you hop, not shuffle along like a couple of girl scouts."


The henchmen new better than to say anything. Even trying to apologize might get them a major trashing, so they just stood there trying to make themselves invisible. Of course, standing at 6"2 and 240 pounds and 6"4 and 270 pounds (and all of it muscle) meant being invisible was impossible.

"Okay, I want you to get the "guest house" ready for a very important guest. He will be staying indefinitely and not by choice. For now, put the comfort level at moderate, nah make it high. Maybe that will give him the necessary incentive." He then tossed some papers to the henchmen. "Here are the specifics. You have one week to make it happen. Then we are going on an 'apprehension' trip. I'll give you the specifics for that later."

Both henchmen just looked at each other, but then seeing the glare from the Mangler, they quickly took the papers and headed back to the basement. While the "guest house" was present on the estate, it had never been used before, at least not for long term use. One or two "guests" may have stayed for a short time (but no one on the staff would ever admit to that).

The "guest house" was attached to the main house by a tunnel in the basement. Most of the guesthouse was underground, but there were several skylights and even a walk out sliding door at one point. The "guest house" was about 1500 square feet and could be set up to be anywhere from luxurious to dungeon.

"Jesus," Blade murmured. "Looks like he's setting up for WrestleMania practice or something."

"I don't give a shit what he's setting up for. I just want to get it done before I get another assbeating from him,” Gunner replied

Smirking, Blade commented "More like a ball beating if I remember correctly."

"Fuck you asswipe. Let's see what we need here."

Mangler wanted the place set up as true guest quarters so some furniture would need to be brought in and a few other things. But by and large it was all set to go. Of course, they would need to make sure the special items from Mr. S Leathers were ordered and working. A quick call to Mr. Kristofer and this was established. He assured them that the items would be there in time. Pissing off Mangler wasn't something that was done lightly. Of course, there were some masochists who enjoyed pissing him off, but they were few and far between.

In a matter of three days, the "guest house" was ready to go, so, their trip to "escort" their "guest" back to the house was moved up.

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Alex had just finished his last meeting for work. Due to the recent events he was working from home. There was a loud knock at the door. That startled him as there was a doorbell. He walked over to the door and locked out the peephole. He saw a UPS guy dressed in the familiar brown uniform with his hat pulled down over his face. He was wearing a face mask as a lot of people were doing these days. The uniform looked to be a little big as the man was essentially a shapeless form.

"Can you just leave the package," Asked Alex? After all social distancing was the rule of the day.

"’Fraid not. I need a signature and it is rather big" came the reply.

Alex looked again and noticed just off to the side a large square box about 6 feet high and a couple of feet wide.

"Uhh, I'm not sure that's my package. I know I didn't order anything that big."

"It says here, The Cave, Via Alex Miller. Special gift from Sean Pford."

Alex look surprised. I wonder what the hell Sean could be sending me. But thinking nothing more of it, he opened the door. The UPS man wheeled in the package on the dolly and left it sitting partially blocking the front door. He then managed to turn so that Alex's back was to the door.

"I need you to sign here," he said as he handed his table to Alex.

Alex reached for the tablet and had just put his hands on it, when he felt a sharp blow across his back. Blade had smacked a forearm across his back. This drove Alex forward where the UPS man delivered a knee into his balls.

Alex made a squeaking noise as he fell to his knees.

Blade reached his massive arms around and locked on a sleeper hold. As Alex tried to struggle, he heard the front door close and the UPS man say "Gunner, get the box ready to go."

"Yes, Mangler, Sir. Right away."

The UPS man removed his hat and mask and sneered down at Alex. Alex thought "oh fuck" as he passed out. Once unconscious Blade lay him down on his back. He then went into the bedroom and began packing a suitcase. He made sure to go into the bathroom and check for any medications that might be needed. They had already obtained his medical records so he knew what to look for.

Gunner had finished opening the box that they had brought in after laying it on the floor. It was padded on the bottom and sides with memory foam and was well cushioned. While he was doing this, Mangler had placed ankles and wrist restraints on Alex. He and gunner then lifted him into the box. The restraints were fastened to the sides of the box.

A head harness was also applied and attached to the box to keep Alex's head from rolling around. The harness also contained a mask that covered Alex’s nose and mouth. A small oxygen concentrator was placed between his feet and attached to the tube running to the mask. This was turned on supplying a steady stream of oxygen and cooling air.

Mangler reached into the box and slapped Alex's cheek until he was awake.

"What the fuck is..." he started to say.

Mangler reached down and gently grabbed him by the balls. Due to the recent knee, even the gentle pressure was painful.

"Shut up and listen. Just relax and you will be fine. sorry about the close quarters but you left me no choice. When we put the lid back on it will be dark, but there is plenty of air. Just don't panic and you will be fine. If you do panic, you will still be fine but much more unhappy. Don't worry, nothing bad is going to happen to you. Well, nothing too bad."

With that, the top of the box was reapplied leaving Alex in darkness. His initial reaction was to panic, but he managed to suppress that and just relax. He tried to scream, but the oxygen mask and the memory foam padding made sure no sound was heard. Even he could hear how muffled things sounded so he quit screaming and relaxed as much as he could. It didn't help that he had to pee.

Gunner came out the bedroom with a suitcase. "All ready to go boss."

"Good, let's get this show on the road."

The Box was wheeled out of the house, which was securely locked back up, and into a waiting paneled van. Gunner and Blade made sure the box was secure as Mangler got in the driver's seat and headed home.

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When Alex next regained consciousness, he was almost naked and was sitting in a chair with his arms wrapped to the arms and his ankles wrapped to the legs. The wrapping were only ace bandages but were wrapped tightly.

"What the hell is going on," he screamed once he was fully awake.

He then noticed two guys sitting in chairs off to the side. They were both wearing only shorts and were both huge. One of them stood up and went to the door.

Opening it he called out, "He's awake, boss."

Mangler then walked into the room.

"Ahh, Mister Miller. Nice to have you back among the awake. Sorry about the little chloroform there at the end but it just made things easier. Now, let's get down to business."

"Fuck you, asshole. Let me go! I want out of here," Alex screamed again.

The Mangler walked over and tipped Alex’s head back. "Look dude, we can do this the easy way or the hard way. And you know me. I much prefer the hard way. But you will not. So, what is it going to be, easy or hard??"

Alex looked like he wanted to spit, but he did realize who he was dealing with. "Easy," he muttered.

"Okay good. Now Gunner here is going to release you. Please don't try anything. You know it will be worthless. Just listen and things will go swimmingly. If not, well," he then reached down and grabbed Alex by the balls.

Alex winced and looked down. he noticed that his cock and balls were encased in a chastity cage of some sort. "What the fu.." he started but stopped when the Mangler applied gentle pressure.

"Just listen. Now I am sure that you want to know what's on your junk and also around your neck."

As Mangler said this, Alex realized that his arms were now free and he reached up and felt a soft leather collar on his neck.

"These are both "shock collars"," The Mangler continued. He then showed a box he held in his hand and pushed a red button. A gentle tingle was felt at his neck and on his cock and balls. "That is level one. This is level three." A much stronger jolt was felt causing Alex to gasp. "It goes all the way up to level 10. Believe me, you don't want to feel that, does he Blade."

Alex looked over to where one of the muscle boys turned a little green and vigorously shook his head back and forth. "Nope, nope you sure as hell don't." As he said the last, he unknowingly reached down with is right hand and cupped his balls.

"So, just behave as we take the tour and you should be fine."

With that Mangler turned and headed for a door which he opened. He stopped and turned back to Alex who was still sitting in the chair. The Mangler raised a finger over the red button and then raised his eyebrows at Alex. Alex got the message, stood up and walked over to the door.

The Mangler opened the door and signaled to Alex to enter. As Alex walked through the door, Mangler said, "Welcome to the Writer's Retreat, your new home."

Alex walked through the door into a gorgeous living room. The couches were tooled leather, soft as butter. Over the fireplace was a 65-inch LED television which according to the menu had Netflix, Hulu, Roku, Dish and every premium movie channel and sports network available. Walking around a partial wall, you then entered a chef’s chicken with all high-end appliances. Both rooms had a row of windows looking out over a vast landscape which was without another building for miles.

He was then shown into a master bedroom with 1000 count sheets, a walk-in closet about the size of an aircraft hangar, in which a large portion of Alex’s clothes were hanging. The master bathroom was more luxurious than most spas. He next toured the office which was every writer’s dream with very advance computers, monitors and printers.

He was finally led into the “recreation” area. This was a fully stocked gym with a full-size wrestling ring. The ceiling was 20 feet high so that every type of move off the ropes were possible.

As they stood in the gym Mangler turned and said, “You want to wrestle someone just let me know and I’ll get them here for you –Guido Genatto, Elite Eliot, Ethan Andrews, Ty Alexander – you name it.

“Those guys will come wrestle just because you ask?” Alex asked in some incredulity in his voice.

“Well in these times pretty much. And if they say no…. well, let’s just say that NOBODY says no to the Mangler when he really wants something.” With this last statement he gave Alex the death stare which sent shivers down his spine.

“One final place to show you”. He was then led out to an enclosed patio with a full-size pool, hot tube and sitting areas.

He was taken back into the living area. “Now this can be your living space as long as you give me what I want. But you have to earn it. For now, THIS is your living area.” As he said this last, he was led down a series of steps and into a small area. It was not as well lit as all the light came from skylights at least 10 feet into the ceilings. The furnishings were mid-grade hotel at the best. The TV was a high quality 50” led but otherwise nothing was impressive. The kitchen looked like it was out of an efficiency hotel. The “bedroom” was about the size of a closet and the single bed had seen better days. The covers were clean but threadbare. The bathroom was the size of a phone booth. The office was decent size, had comfortable furniture and good equipment. The closet was miniscule and contained only some jock straps and old t-shirts.

There was a sliding door leading out to an enclosed patio which had walls about 15 feet high. By the coolness you could tell you were underground. There was a kid’s wading pool with water for the swimming pool.

“You can still use the wrestling ring, if you like, but your only opponents will be me, Blade and Gunner. And they aren’t nice like I am.” Mangler then smirked.

“Now, you give me what I want and I will upgrade your living situation. Don’t give me what I want and I will downgrade it.”

“And if I refuse.??”

Mangler just stared at Alex and then motioned him toward the back of the living room and through another door that Alex had not seen. The room was about 10 by 10 with an old army cot, a computer out of the 80’s and a bucket in the corner.

“NOBODY ever refuses the Mangler. At least not for long. Oh, and don’t even think about escaping. Get too far from where you supposed to be and both those collars activate at level 10. Not fun short term and very not fun long term.”

Alex looked skeptical. “And just what do you want??”

“Oh, that is easy. Just continue to write your stories. But I expect a new story every week. At least to start. Eventually, it will be at least two stories a week. And if the quality goes down……well, just don’t let the quality go down. Oh yeah, and be a little nice to Pete.”

“I don’t know if I can be nicer to Pete,” Alex said. When Mangler started to scowl, he continued “but I can try. But if it doesn’t work for the plot, it doesn’t work.”

“I can live with that…. for now.”

“Oh yeah, if your stories please me, I might even let you out of that thing,” as he pointed at Alex’s crotch, “so you can have a little fun. Either alone or with the boys.”

With that, Mangler left the room, Alex heard the door close and latch. “Well, fuck. Guess I need to get to work and give him what he wants. Especially since I want to move up my living space.” He then turned toward the office to begin his next story. While his rational mind was working out the next story, his subconscious was trying to figure out how to make Mangler into a major jobber in The Cave series.

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BEEP, BEEP, BEEP, BEEP, BEEP, BEEP, BEEP

“Alright goddamn it”, the sleepy voice replied as the hand slammed down on top of the alarm clock. “5 fucking am. What a shitty time of the day.”

The figure slowly crawled out from beneath the covers and stood up on the cold floor.

Suddenly his eyes flew open.

“Well damnit all to hell. It was all just a FUCKING dream. That means I have to wait another two weeks for a damned story.”

With that, a dejected Jeff walked into the bathroom to start his shitty day.

The End?