Date: Fri, 24 Dec 2004 09:52:16 -0500 From: Herb Cat Subject: Wayne the Wrestler chapter 10 Disclaimer: This story is fiction. I made it all up. The people in the story aren't real people. I made them up. The things that happen in the story didn't really happen. I made them up too. I am personally repulsed by the idea that grown men would manipulate the emotions of vulnerable young children for their own sexual gratification. However, as a writer I challenge myself to "get inside the mind" of my characters. In Wayne the Wrestler, I have attempted to present the blossoming relationship between a 30-year-old man and a 12-year-old boy. In doing so, I have tried to present both characters sympathetically. However, this story should not be construed as an endorsement either of pedophilia or of its insidious methods. I would appreciate any responses, positive or negative. Wayne the Wrestler - Chapter 10 "How would you like to spend spring break with me at a special camp." "Wow, really, Sir?" But Wayne's initial excitement soon gave way to disappointment. "No, I'd have to get Momma's permission." "Tell her it's a wrestling camp." "It is?" "Well, not really, but the kids do wrestle there. And they do other stuff. They swim, and hike, and go boating, and they even play a lot of the games we play here." "Fuck, really, Sir? The blow job game?" "Yep." "The golden showers game?" "Yep." "The slave game?" "Yes, especially the slave game. And there'll be new games too that I want to see if you like." ------ Mr. Raven drove clear across the state. He told Wayne he could ride naked if he wanted to but to keep his clothes close by and be ready to put them on real fast if Raven ordered it. Raven kept his clothes on but drove with his fly open and his cock out. Every few miles he'd give the `get dressed' order. Wayne knew sometimes it was just for fun to keep him on his toes, but one time he saw that they were driving slow and a big truck was on the right side where the driver could look right down into Wayne's passenger window. Another time a police car came up behind them with its lights flashing, but it quickly passed them and Wayne could strip again. Wayne stared out his window at everything. He wanted to memorize every inch of this fantastic adventure. But then Raven said "We're almost there now. Reach into the glove compartment, slave boy." Wayne pulled out a blindfold. "From now on, you can't peek until we get to the camp." There were about thirty boys at the camp. Wayne was one of the youngest, but not the very youngest. Most of them were naked, but a few had funny costumes, especially the older boys. A lot of leather harnesses, some dog collars, leather jock straps. One wore an Indian loin cloth. One even wore a frilly skirt. Raven whispered not to make fun of anyone's clothes. Respect. The two youngest boys had their tighty whities on. Each boy stayed close to the man who brought him. Most were one-to-one but three of the men had two boys each in tow, an older one and a younger one. Wayne recognized that they were all playing the slave game. The boys were obeying orders to get the men's luggage out of the cars and carry it to the different cabins. Raven told Wayne to pick up his clothes from the front seat of the car and put them in his little suitcase, and to leave it in the trunk for now. He wasn't going to be needing all those clothes. Wayne giggled. He had tried to tell Momma that he didn't need a lot of clothes, but she insisted. Wayne's new muscular arms had no problem toting Raven's luggage to the cabin, which was up a hill with a long staircase leading to the front door. The cabin had six twin beds with new, comfortable mattresses. The boys were being ordered to make the beds. Wayne wondered which bed would be his, since there were six men in this cabin with their slave boys. But he made the bed that Raven pointed to without question. A bell rang and everyone walked down to the field around the flagpole. Wayne noticed that most of the boys walked a few steps behind their men, so he followed suit. The camp director welcomed all the men and then introduced his two slaves. One by one around the circle, the men gave their names, but they didn't say their last names; they said "I am Master Greg and this is slave billy." "I am Master Tom and this is slave mikey." Wayne tried to remember as many as he could. He had no trouble remembering "slave brenda," the boy in the skirt. Another kid who stood out from the rest was slave lester, one of the little kids with his briefs on. Wayne thought this is no place for a little kid like him. When it came to his turn, Mr. Raven said "I am Master Gerald and this is slave wayne." Wayne's eyes grew big. He had never known Mr. Raven's first name. The director then called for the slaves to walk around in a circle inside the men. Wayne knew that every man was looking at him as he passed. At his new muscles, his cute smile, his pretty ass. He didn't even mind it that Raven, er, Master Gerald, had shaved off all of his body hair because all these boys were shaved. He knew then that Master Gerald must be right, that a lot of men think boys look better that way. The director told them to return to their Masters. Wayne felt that a lot of the boys must have been to this camp before, but he could also see that many were new, especially the younger ones like himself and little lester. The afternoon was spent following Master Gerald around while he met his old friends again. He would pat their slaves' heads and they would put their hands on Wayne. All these unfamiliar, yet too familiar, hands made Wayne a little uncomfortable, but he trusted his Master and knew nothing bad was going to happen to him. At one point, Master Gerald was whispering to Master Tom. Then he came over and said to Wayne, "I told Master Tom that you are a bona fide cocksucker, and he said he didn't believe me. Prove that I'm right, slave boy. Suck his cock." Wayne smiled and knelt in front of Master Tom. He unzipped his fly, pulled out his cock, and gave him an expert blow job. Master Tom blew a large load of cum into his mouth but continued to hold his head against his pubes and pump away. When he finally subsided, he let Wayne loose and Wayne stood up proudly. He turned around and was dumbfounded to see Master Tom's slave mikey sucking away on Master Gerald. He felt jealous, but then he saw that Master Gerald was really enjoying it. He remembered something Raven once said, "If you have the soul of a slave, you are glad to see your Master happy." He decided to be happy. It was still a fun game. Maybe they were both judging the cocksuckers. He looked carefully at slave mikey's technique and decided he wasn't any competition. At 5, everyone gathered around the flagpole again for the lowering of the colors. Two naked boys brought the flag down and folded it properly as everyone sang the National Anthem. Wayne had never sung the anthem naked before, but here surrounded by naked young boys, it just felt right. The slaves were then told to report to the mess hall. Wayne followed orders and spread tablecloths on the tables, and set them up with china, flatware and glassware. He was a fast learner. He wondered where everyone was going to sit because there didn't seem to be enough places. A bell rang and the Masters filed in and took their seats. The boys then carried the courses of food to their own Masters and brought the dirty dishes back to the kitchen, where each boy scraped his Master's leftovers into a separate dog dish. One dish had been labeled Wayne. Wayne noticed that Master Gerald didn't seem to eat much and so the dog dish was getting quite full. He was going to empty it into the garbage can when one of the older boys stopped him. "Don't" he whispered. Wayne decided that must be against the rules. After supper, the Masters went out on the porch and some of them lit cigars. The same older boy then whispered to Wayne to get his dog dish and follow him. The boys took their dishes outside in front of the porch and set them on the ground. Then they got down on all fours, their asses pointing toward the porch, and began eating without using their hands. "I get it," thought Wayne, "It's a doggy game. Gee, this is fun." He chowed down happily with his young little ass wagging in the air in front of all the Masters. He could hear them laughing. He realized how kind his Master was to leave so much food for him. And he wondered about the Masters who had two slaves who had to share his leftovers. The evening's entertainment consisted of a lot of fucking right out there on the porch. Each Master asked the permission of a slave's owner to fuck him. Wayne saw that no one ever asked the slave boy. When men came to get Master Gerald's permission, he was very particular. He always inspected the thickness of their cocks and if he felt Wayne could handle it, he insisted they wear a rubber. Some of the men who were denied permission looked pissed but they seemed to accept that Master Gerald knew what was best for his slave boy. Master Gerald would often appease them by offering a blow job instead. Wayne ended up with several mouthfuls of man juice and a couple of assfuls. A couple men were even given permission to play the rimming game with Wayne. Master Gerald did a little fucking, but Wayne noticed that he tended to choose boys who were too young for fucking. The men were starting to get tired, and suggested calling it a night. The boys were dispatched to the bathrooms in each cabin to set up their Master's toothbrushes and any other equipment that was called for. Then they all came back out and stood by their own Masters. The director took out a big wheel with all the Masters' names printed on it. He spun it around and when it slowed down, the pointer landed on Master Greg. "Get in the trough, slave billy," said Master Greg, and slave billy, one of the older boys who knew what he was doing, went to a trough near the end of the porch and laid down in it. When he shut his eyes and opened his mouth, Wayne knew right away this was the golden showers game. All the men and boys gathered close around the trough, the shorter ones in front. It was a tight squeeze, but they all managed to get into a position to take aim. Wayne ended up right in front of slave billy's face so it was easy for him to aim at the mouth. About sixty cocks, big and small, began bathing slave billy in piss. What didn't go into his mouth ran off his body and filled the trough half up. After the last few piss drops were shaken off, the slave looked up at Master Greg and said, "Thank you, Sir." Wayne knew that this boy loved the game as much as he did. In fact, he was jealous again. He wished his Master's name had come up on the wheel. Slave billy was escorted to an outdoor shower where he was rinsed off. A drain valve on the trough was opened and the piss disappeared somewhere. Then slave billy took a hose and rinsed it out for the next day. By this time, the men were retiring. Each man had a bed. The boys did not, although each one was given an old pillow. Most of the boys laid down on the bare floor beside their Master's beds. But a few, especially the younger ones, got into bed with their Masters. Wayne was one of these. His dream of spending the night with Mr. Raven had finally come true. In chapter 11, the slaves wrestle for their Masters' entertainment, and get some free swim time. Master Gerald teaches slave wayne a new game and explains about trade off day. slave wayne meets Master Bruce and harbors resentment toward Master Gerald.