Date: Fri, 24 Dec 2004 09:53:08 -0500 From: Herb Cat Subject: Wayne the Wrestler chapter 11 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 11 The next morning, one of the older boys shook Wayne awake and told him to get his ass moving. The boys set up the bathroom for their Masters' morning rituals and then hustled to the kitchen to prepare breakfast. Wayne was assigned to crack eggs along with slave brenda, who was wearing another skirt as well as a training bra. In answer to Wayne's question, brenda said he was 16. He had handsome abs and pecs and must have worked out a lot. He had a big package that Wayne thought looked funny under his skirt. But he didn't say anything. Respect. When the tables were all set, the boys and the men gathered for the raising of the colors and Wayne proudly recited the pledge with the others. After breakfast was the doggy game and he got his leftover eggs, home fries and bacon. It was then announced that wrestling would begin in the gym in fifteen minutes. Now this is what Wayne was waiting for. Master Gerald gave him the car keys and told him to get one of his singlets. He also said to bring one of his shirts. Wayne looked quizzical but did as he was told. The boys sat in a circle around the mats, some wearing singlets, some of the older boys wearing tights, and the rest butt naked. Except for slave brenda who still wore his bra and skirt, and little lester in his briefs. The wheel was brought in and spun. It landed on Master Philip who sent his slave jeremy on to the mat. He was a skinny kid, about fifteen, without any real muscles. He stood naked, shaking a little. The wheel spun again and landed on Master Bruce who sent in slave adam. This boy was huge, probably over 17, bulging pecs and biceps. He wore a pair of blue form fitting lycra tights that gave his package real definition. This wasn't the way matches had been assigned back in school. There kids were always matched according to weight classes. Here it was just random. The rest of the boys and the men began shouting "Fuck his ass! Fuck his ass!" They seemed to be shouting it at both boys. The match began and of course the rules were not followed, just like in the movie Wayne had watched so often. slave adam pinned the other quickly three times. In fact, slave jeremy didn't even seem to be trying. At the end, he assumed the doggy position, while slave adam got permission from Master Philip to fuck his slave boy. He was handed some lube and proceeded. The crowd continued the chant until adam pulled out and sprayed a volley of spunk shots on slave jeremy's ass. Then they all cheered. Throughout the morning the wheel was spun, and Wayne was beginning to worry his turn would never come. Some kids wrestled twice. Right after getting his ass fucked, slave brenda was sent in again to get the same treatment from another slave. Instead of doggy style, slave brenda laid on his back both times and held up his skirt and his legs like a girl. Some of the victors were denied permission to fuck even though they had won, especially when a large slave had pinned a small young one. In that case, they were permitted a blow job in compensation and the chant briefly changed to "Fuck his face! Fuck his face." Finally, the wheel stopped at Master Gerald. "Yippee," Wayne said softly. He jumped up on the mat and proudly showed off his red singlet. There was a current of low snickering about the squirrel that Wayne didn't hear. By now, after all these months, the singlet was really tight. He hoped that it didn't get torn though. Some of the boys really wrestled rough. With no jockstrap, Wayne's cock was very evident. The wheel spun again and he was soon face to face with slave fred. He was only slightly taller than Wayne but as muscular as slave adam. He wore only a red mesh jock. The chanting began. "Fuck his ass! Fuck his ass!" But Wayne closed his mind to the noise and thought about what both his coaches had told him, "You don't need to be big to win in wrestling. You just have to be quick, and smart." The match began and Wayne soon discovered that slave fred knew a few things about wrestling. The first pin took a lot longer than in most of the morning matches, but Wayne found himself flat on the mat under slave fred. Wayne looked out at the crowd and found Master Gerald, who looked back at him purposefully and nodded encouragement. In the second pin, Wayne prevailed, and now the crowd was really getting excited. The chant increased in volume. The third pin seemed to take forever. Both boys were tiring, but neither was willing to concede. Finally Wayne pushed fred's tired legs out from under him and pinned him to the floor. Everyone in the room cheered, that is, except for slave fred. Wayne looked at fred's owner for permission. "Go ahead, fuck the lousy loser!" fred got down on all fours and Wayne slipped out of his singlet. He was in no special rush. He was savoring this moment of glory. Someone handed him the lube and he turned 360 as he applied it to his cock, though he knew inside that his still small penis wasn't going to have trouble penetrating that well used hole. Wayne centered his cock between the boy's jock straps and then went in easily and pumped away. He pretended it was Raven's hole, the only other one he had ever been inside. That fantasy soon brought him over the top and he let loose his store of boy cum. He picked up his singlet and sat back down, too hot and sweaty to put it back on. Raven threw him the shirt he had brought. Wayne looked and saw him motioning to rub it in his armpits, to use it like a towel. Wayne did and waited to be called up again. But as the morning fun continued, the wheel didn't land on Gerald's name again. After lunch was the boys swim time. The camp had a large beautiful olympic pool, and at this time only the boys could use it. It was the one time of the day they were free to just be boys. The leather harnesses came off, and most of the other minimal costumes. A couple boys swam in their white briefs and slave brenda kept his skirt and bra on. Of course in no time their dicks were showing through the wet cloth anyway so Wayne couldn't figure why they didn't just get naked. slave adam was the lifeguard. He obviously knew what he was doing. The boys splashed each other in the pool. They jumped off the diving board, their young dicks flying. They chased each other around the pool, even though the lifeguard whistled for them to stop. They weren't used to following the orders of another slave. A few boys gave each other blow jobs or rim jobs along the pool's edge, but mostly they just swam, and joked and had fun with each other, for once away from the earshot of their Masters. The Masters had on their speedos and were sunbathing on lounges around the pool, watching the boys play. Throughout this one time of the day, none of them gave their slaves any orders, sexual or otherwise. Several of them were rubbing their crotches as they watched and every once in a while, Wayne caught a glimpse of one who couldn't hold back any more, pulled his cock out of his speedo and jacked off to climax. It was a relaxing time for both men and boys. After the swim, a volley ball game got started, some horse shoes, as well as just relaxed fucking around the grounds. Raven taught Wayne a new game. He was blindfolded and then lap fucked by three men. He had to guess which one was his Master. Of course, this proved to be no challenge at all. After that they strolled together, Gerald and Wayne. "Are you having fun, slave boy?" "Fuck, yes." "This morning you really fucked that kid's ass in wrestling." "I sure did, Sir." He stood there and ground his hips back and forth imitating his own fuck style. Raven laughed. "I was real proud of you. But I'm proud of you anyway, whether you win or lose." "Why did you have me wipe my sweat on the shirt?" "When you get home next week, your momma will wonder why all your clothes are still clean. We have to get some of them sweaty before then. Maybe when you shit tomorrow morning, after you wipe yourself, go to the car and get one of your undies and wipe your ass a little. That'll look good." "Skidmarks," Wayne said. "Yeah, skidmarks." Raven smiled, then he looked pensive. "Wayne, tomorrow is trade off day." "Some of the kids were talking about it in the pool but I didn't understand it." "Well, it's a way for slaves to get to know some different Masters, and vice versa. It's the time when we men share our slave boys. Tomorrow, you're going to take your orders from a new Master." Raven knew that Wayne was starting to look worried. "Don't worry, Son. I won't let anything bad happen to you. I've been talking to some of the men and there are a couple I think you will work well with. You'll find out tomorrow afternoon which one I've chosen." "Tomorrow afternoon?" "Yes, trade off day begins right after swim time." "But who will bring you your food? Make your bed? And, and . . . " Wayne really wanted to know, but didn't ask, "Who will sleep with me?" "Don't worry, another man will lend me his slave for the day. You'll see, it will be fun." The following afternoon the boys were somewhat less rambunctious at the pool. There was a lot of hushed whispering as they speculated on whom they were assigned to. As they were drying off, the men began to claim their temporary slaves for the next 24 hours. Master Bruce tapped Wayne on the shoulder and told him to follow him. This was the man Raven had chosen? Why? Why did he think they'd work well together. But Wayne had learned to be submissive. "Now, listen to me, slave boy. I'm only going to say this once." "Yes, Sir." "The one thing I demand of a slave is respect. I will expect nothing less from you than total respect. Is that clear?" Wayne gulped, "Yes, Sir." "OK, slave boy, follow me." "Yes, Sir." Master Bruce pointed to the cabin where Wayne would be that night and then led his charge around the grounds. When Wayne passed his own cabin, he caught a glimpse of Master Gerald. Little lester was riding on his shoulders as he ran up the stairs to the cabin, two at a time. Wayne really felt terrible. Some of the men and older boys had organized a baseball game in the field. Other men were enjoying the pool now that the boys' exclusive time had ended. Right outside the pool, some men had lost no time in fucking their new slaves and testing their cocksucking capabilities. There were all sorts of fun things happening throughout camp. Obviously, even little lester was having fun. But not Wayne. Master Bruce seemed to be all business, no games sexual or otherwise. He took Wayne down to the boats and had him row him around the pond while he just sat like some prince of the Nile. They returned to the cabin and Bruce said, "I'm going to take a shower now, slave boy. So set out what I need." Yeah, like he had really worked up a sweat with all that rowing. Wayne found the soap, shampoo, washcloth and towel while Master Bruce got out of his speedo. Before he got into the shower, he listed the clothes slave wayne should lay out for him to wear to supper. Wayne was getting the correct tie off the rack when Master Bruce barked, "Get in here and soap my ass clean, slave boy." Wayne stepped into the shower. He always enjoyed long luxuriant showers with Raven, but this time as soon as he washed the man's big hairy ass, he was dispatched to finish with the wardrobe. Master Bruce emerged from the shower to find all his clothes neatly laid out on the bed. He ordered Wayne to hold each item as he either stepped into it or put arms through it. Wayne was able to anticipate each article and have it ready as soon as it was called for. Fully dressed, Master Bruce acknowledged, "You're a fast learner, slave wayne." "Fuck, yes," Wayne said proudly. Silence hung in the air like death. When the words did come, they were slow and calculated: "What did you say, slave boy?" "I said `Fuck,' Sir. I'm sorry, Sir." Mr. Wheeler all over again. "Now, listen to me, slave boy. I'm only going to say this once. There is only one way a slave can use the word `Fuck.' And that is to make a request, `Please fuck me, Sir.' `Fuck me harder, Sir. `Please fuck my sorry slave ass, Sir.' Any other use of the word shows disrespect. Now is that clear, slave boy?" "F-, f-, uh, Yes, Sir." In the final chapter, slave wayne finishes his 24 hours with Master Bruce, is punished for showing disrespect, has a showdown with slave lester, and ends up proving he has learned the true meaning of respect.