Date: Fri, 24 Dec 2004 09:49:18 -0500 From: Herb Cat Subject: Wayne the Wrestler chapter 6 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 6 Mr. Raven watched the bus drive by his house. He had planned a special afternoon of fun. There were cans of Wayne's favorite soda in the fridge, warm towels tumbling in the dryer, a big bowl of freshly popped popcorn, and the special DVD was in the player. It was a wrestling film he'd ordered from Can-Am. It had arrived that morning. As soon as he got home from the local Mailboxes Unlimited, he popped it in, got out of his clothes and watched it, beating off while he imagined the fun Wayne would have watching his first porn movie. But now he didn't see Wayne get off the bus. He waited and worried. Maybe he just missed the bus. But as much as he tried, he couldn't help imagining the worst scenarios: Wayne was hurt. Wayne was mad at him about something. Wayne forgot. These were all equally tragic in his mind. After half an hour, he got his clothes back on and debated, "Should I go out looking for him? But where? I know where he lives, but I can't just go up to the door and ask his mother. And if I'm not here, what will Wayne do if he comes." Raven paced the room. He was beside himself with worry. He had no way of knowing what happened in Wayne's Science class. The lesson was on the difference between vertebrates and invertebrates. Wayne was really getting into it, because he always loved learning new things. And he liked Mr. Wheeler who made Science so much fun. The lesson was filled with lots of animal jokes and the class was laughing. At one point, Mr. Wheeler asked if worms had backbones. Wayne thought it was a silly question and called out, "Fuck, no." The lesson stopped. Mr. Wheeler got all serious. Wayne's answer was correct, of course, but he knew immediately his phrasing was inappropriate. He thought of his mother. Mr. Wheeler told him to come to the Science office at the end of school. Wayne realized right away that meant he couldn't get to Raven's house on time. But there was nothing he could do. He couldn't call Raven. He didn't dare disobey Wheeler. His little heart sank. After school, Mr. Wheeler talked to him about swearing in class. "What's gotten into you, boy?" A question which had no answer. He made him copy the definition of "profanity" out of the dictionary. Wayne wondered why he didn't also ask for the definition of "fuck," but he thought it wiser not to ask. "Now you think about what you've done." Then he had to sit there while Mr. Wheeler graded papers until the late bus was ready to leave. By the time he ran up Raven's walk, it was almost time to head home for supper. Raven swung open the door and Wayne raced in. "Where were you? I was worried sick. What the fuck happened, slave boy?" Wayne started taking off his clothes, but Raven stopped him. Wayne realized that Raven was all dressed up ready to go out. He saw the bowl of popcorn. He was confused, but he told the whole story of the Science lesson and how Wheeler kept him late. Raven told him to sit on the couch. He was reacting so strange. "You know, I have to punish you, Son." "Huh?" Wayne's jaw dropped, "But Mr. Wheeler already . . ." Raven shushed him. He took a deep sigh and continued, "I love you very much, Wayne." "Yes, I know that." "And I never want you to get into trouble. I'll do all I can to keep you out of trouble." Tears began to trickle down Wayne's cheeks. "When you were a little boy, I'm sure you don't remember, but I bet sometimes when your momma took you shopping that you would try to pull away from her." Wayne thought. He couldn't remember doing that, but he saw little kids doing it all the time in the parking lot. "She probably slapped your hand. Maybe she even spanked you. Because she knew if you pulled away, you might get run over. She punished you because she loved you. She wanted to protect you, to keep you from getting into trouble." Wayne understood. "That is why I have to punish you now. I love you and I want to protect you." "Yes, sir," Wayne blubbered. "Now stand up and pull your pants down to your knees. Pull your undies down also." Wayne started to kick off one sneaker. "No, do what I sat, slave boy." Raven spoke softly and deliberately. "You are not taking your clothes off today. You are just baring your ass." Wayne did as he was told. "Now lay across my lap, my little slave boy, face down." Wayne took the position and shut his eyes tight. The first whack of Raven's broad open palm on his buttock took his breath away. The second made him holler, but Raven continued, counting out the strokes. At ten, he stopped. Wayne was bawling now, shaking uncontrollably. Raven stood him up, pulled his undies up carefully over his red ass, and then tenderly straightened his trousers. He pulled the boy toward him and held him in a tight embrace. "I'm sorry." "I know, my little slave boy." "It won't happen again." "I hope not." "Do you . . ." Again Mr. Raven stopped him. He knew what Wayne was going to ask. "Wayne, I love you very, very much." Wayne let loose the tears again and leaned on Raven's chest. "Can I still come here on Wednesdays?" "Yes, my boy, I want you to come every single Wednesday. Just like always. Now come into the bathroom. I want to wash your face before you go. It's almost time to go home." "Do I have to tell Momma about this?" "Yes, tell her how Mr. Wheeler kept you after school. The school might have called her, so you can't lie about what you said. When she hears the story, she might want to wash your mouth out with soap. But don't tell her about us. That's still our secret." Raven smiled at him, "And don't let her see your little red ass." Wayne laughed, gave Raven a big hug and started home. ------ The following week, Raven repeated all his preparations and Wayne sat watching the movie. Nothing was said about the spanking. Wayne called the play by play as the two young men wrestled on the screen. He knew all the right terminology. But he also recognized that they weren't following all the rules. They grabbed each other's dicks a lot. The first period seemed to drag on and on. "Coach uses a special clock that buzzes at the end of two minutes, so we know when to stop." "Well, in this movie, they follow their own rules." "Fuck, they sure do, Sir." Wayne took another handful of popcorn. "They don't keep score; instead they wrestle every period until someone gets pinned." As soon as he said it, one of the wrestlers gave the other a crotch lift, threw him on the mat and knelt on his shoulder. Immediately, they took their positions for period two, one down and one top, and started in again. "Hey, they're supposed to wait for thirty seconds, Sir." "No, the rest time is just for boys your age." In the second period, hands kept clenching buttocks and faces kept getting buried in crotches, and eventually the loser of the first pin prevailed, so the match went to a third. By then both men were sweating like pigs, but both appeared resolute on winning the final pin. Exhausted, one finally collapsed. At the end of the first match, Wayne was delighted when the two took off their singlets. "Look, they're getting naked just like you and me." He started another pull of his coke, but stopped mid-swig. He sat and gawked as the winner of the match proceeded to fuck the loser's ass. "Wow," he said quietly. Raven turned off the DVD. "We'll watch the next match later, OK, slave boy?" "Yeah, sure, Sir." Wayne was lost in thought. They played two of his favorite games for a while, the blow job game and then the golden showers, and Wayne laughed and told Raven he liked playing with him, but something was obviously diverting his attention. After their shower, while they cuddled on the bed, Raven finally asked him. "OK, Wayne, tell me what's on your mind. I know you're thinking about something. Is it the spanking last week?" Wayne quickly turned to look in his face. "Fuck, no, Sir. I wasn't thinking about that." "Then what is it? You've been distracted all afternoon." Wayne had been thinking about the DVD. He thought about the kids chanting on the bus to the wrestling meet about fucking their ass. He looked at this wonderful man with his wide little eyes and quietly asked, "Mr. Raven, are you ever gonna fuck my ass?" Raven gave him a tight hug. "Is that what you were thinking about all this time?" "Yes, Sir." "Would you like me to fuck your ass, slave boy." "Fuck, yeah," and he jumped up off the bed and took the doggy position on the floor that the loser in the movie had taken. "C'mon, please." "Come back up here." Raven was smiling a wide grin. "I would love to fuck your ass, slave boy, . . . some day. Right now, you just aren't ready. Your ass isn't ready. I could hurt it real bad if I tried to fuck it now. Your ass is too small for my big cock. I will never hurt you, slave boy. For now, you'll just have to settle for a face fuck, you cocksucker." "Bona Fide cocksucker." "That's right, the best cocksucker in the world." Wayne sat on the bed. "Can we make my asshole bigger somehow, like we make your cock grow?" "Yes, there are ways to make the hole bigger, but it takes time. You know all about muscles, Wayne. Mr. Wheeler taught you about them in Science class and Coach Johnston has you working on the weights to build your muscles." Wayne flexed his biceps. "Yep, I see you've been doing your exercises. Well, the asshole is a muscle, too." Wayne listened fascinated. Wheeler had never talked about this. "It's a ringshaped muscle, called the sphincter." Wayne mouthed the new word. "You have to exercise and flex it, just like any other muscle." "Can you teach me how to exercise it, Sir?" "I'd love to, but you can't expect results right away. It takes time, Wayne. Lay down on the bed." Raven stood up and went to his dresser. He took out a white tube. "What's that, toothpaste?" "No, this is called lube. You have to use it or your ass is really going to hurt a lot. Here, put a dab on your middle finger." "That's the finger we use to flip the bird." They both laughed. "Yes it is, now pull up your knees and poke that finger into your hole." Wayne followed the instructions, scrunching up his face. "It hurts a little." "Yes, that's why you have to practice. I'm going to let you take this tube home. Whenever you're alone, I want you to finger fuck your asshole. It will hurt less and less. You might even be able to put two fingers in at once." "Wow, thank you, Sir." Wayne sat fingering his ass hole, pushing in and out. "Hey, it hurts less already." Wayne jumped up. C'mon let's watch the next part of that wrestling movie. He grabbed the tube and ran downstairs. Raven grabbed a towel and ran after him. He got the towel on the couch just in time before Wayne sat down. "Your ass is greasy now; you don't want to ruin my furniture, do you?" "Oh, OK. I mean, No, Sir." Wayne sat there with his knees up, his feet against his buttocks, and his finger in his ass, as they watched the second match. When the loser got fucked this time, Wayne looked up at Raven and smiled. In chapter 7, Raven finger fucks Wayne, Wayne has his first conscious ejaculation, gets a couple presents, and goes trick-or-treating.