Date: Mon, 13 Feb 2023 06:45:34 +0000 (UTC) From: "wantstrat63@yahoo.com" Subject: Boy Arena - Chapter One The Boy Arena - Chapter One Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction which features sexual activity between pre-teen boys and teenage boys. If you do not want to read such a story, or it is illegal for you to do so because of your age or where you live, I'd recommend that you bail out right here. I'd love to hear from readers and I'll try to write back. My name is Zane. If you want to get in touch, please email me at wantstrat63@yahoo.com If you can, please support Nifty with a financial donation - whatever you can afford - so that this archive of stories can remain free and available. Just go to http://donate.nifty.org/ +++++++ My name is Mike. I'd been flown to Bangkok to straighten out an engineering issue at a municipal construction project contracted to my company. The plan was for me to be there about a week, but the problem at the job site was more complicated than the home office had predicted. This assignment was going to take a while longer, perhaps up to a month. I was staying at a small, but clean and comfortable hotel that was just outside the city and convenient to the job site in Bangkok. The hotel employee who tended to my room was a handsome, slender lad, probably in his mid-20's, named Tuan. I wasn't sure about his age, though. It was always hard for me to tell because Thai people seem to appear younger than their age. After about a week there, I was going over some plans at the table in my room before taking a taxi to the job site, when there was a knock on the door. "Towels." Was "my boy" Tuan's comment, as I opened the door. He was dressed in his in his usual loose white sport shirt, black trousers and sandals, and holding a stack of clean towels. He went into the bathroom to straighten up as I went back to my work. In a few minutes I heard, "All finish." I looked over at Tuan, who stood by the bathroom door. I motioned for him to come over so I could give him his tip. He looked at my pile of papers, shook his head and said, "Look like you will be here for a while, yes?" I nodded in the affirmative. "You getting bored? I can tell you where to get girls if you like." I smiled and shook my head no. "You want to get boys then?" I looked back at Tuan and he had a big grin on his face. "That might be interesting to try out one evening after work." Was my response to him. Tuan's smile grew broader at my answer. "I can show you "Soi Pratuchai" in Bangkok. It has many pretty sissy boys who you can use all night for a price, or cute straight boys who will bang you if that is your desire. Call me when you are ready, okay? I take you to great place with good price." He handed me a business card with his name and number. There was also a business name in Thai on the card, "Ced t¯hung s¯ib ced Bx yxa ri na." I pointed at the name and asked Tuan about it. "Oh, that is place where I work at night. It is a small business that I own with some friends." Was Tuan's non-committal response. "Okay, I have more work to do." I tipped him and off he went to take care of his other rooms, smiling in my direction as he closed the door. As soon as Tuan left, I scanned the text of that name on his business card. My interest was piqued at the translation to English on my screen... "Seven to Seventeen Boy Arena." I paused to think about what that must mean. Was that some kind of address? I resolved to further question Tuan about it when I saw him next, and slipped the card into my wallet. I turned back to the pile of papers on the table. It was going to be a long day. I'd made some headway at the job site and was feeling celebratory when I got back to the hotel. I ate at a small restaurant across the street and when I returned to my room I pulled Tuan's card out of my wallet to have a look at it again. Decision made, I tapped in the number on my cell. Tuan answered, "Hello" in English, which was a bit of a surprise. "Hello Tuan, this is Mike. We spoke in my hotel room when you came in to tidy up this morning." He sounded happy to hear from me and asked if I was still bored. "Um yes, but I was wondering about your business. What is the meaning of "Seven to Seventeen Boy Arena?" There was a pause, then Tuan answered. "I will be happy to tell you about it yes, but we must discuss this in person. Would you like me to meet you in your room? I'm almost finished with my hotel tasks for the day." Further intrigued, I said that would be fine. Tuan agreed to come to my room in about 30 minutes, so he could explain about his business. When the knock came on the door, I had changed to casual clothes, ready for a night on the town. There was Tuan, standing there in street clothes and wearing a cordial smile. I invited him in and gestured to the table with two chairs. We sat down and he came right out with it. "Mister Mike, you like boys, yes? Young ones?" I nodded and answered, "It's a possibility, yes." He motioned to his card that I'd left on the table. "I will be frank, Mister Mike. Seven to Seventeen Boy Arena is a place for men who like to watch little boys play in special ways. They must pay a cover fee of ?3,300 Baht to enter. There is no touching or photographing of little ones, just enjoyment of seeing them perform certain acts with each other. There is a small arena with a brightly lit rotating platform in center. Two naked boys, ages 7 to 17 play together, at pleasure of men seated in risers around arena. To keep them comfortable, boys are paired so they are no more than four years of age in difference. The men bid and pay to choose pairings and acts boys will perform on each other. After boys have satisfied each other, a new pair of boys is chosen by bid. They come out to turntable and a new performance begins." Tuan went on to say, "While little ones perform on stage, naked lads older than 18 years circulate among the spectators, collecting money from winning bidders, and making themselves available to men for sex play as they watch. Men pay to fondle them or receive a hand job or oral while they watch young boys perform. Most little boys are recruited by family members who have performed and aged out of arena and become service attendants. All money collected is divided among performers and attendants after rent and utilities are paid. The venue is clean and safe for performers and customers as well. Our boys are experienced and know how to share many pleasures together, just as boys in Taiwan have done for ages. They enjoy being observed by men who like young boys as well. Our older lads watch out for our little ones, as they are mostly older brothers, cousins and even some fathers. Everybody is very happy! Does this appeal to you, Mister Mike?" I smiled and answered, "How about tonight?" "Very good!" Tuan answered with a smile. "We will go now, so I'm not late and we must get there before all seats in the arena are filled. Our business is popular among western tourists. Will you need to stop for some Baht at an ATM?" I told him I was set for money and we were soon headed out the door. In short order, we were out front of the hotel and Tuan hailed one of thousands of hot-pink painted taxis that would take us to our destination for the evening. He gave instructions to the driver, who seemed to know right where to go. After about 15 minutes, we were let off by a side street in a bustling business district in the outskirts of Bangkok. Tuan led me down the sidewalk to a small storefront that with a sign overhead in Thai and English that read, "Arena Gym." He opened the door and we entered a smallish room with about a half dozen pieces of workout equipment and a rack of free weights. There was one college-age boy in shorts and t-shirt using the elliptical, and an attendant watching us from behind a small counter. The counter man regarded Tuan like he already knew him and looking at me, he asked, "Hello, will you be showering before, during, or after your workout?" I thought this an odd question, but Tuan spoke up immediately. "We will be doing all three, please." He answered. "That will be ?3,300 Baht for the gentleman." I take it that you have already informed him about the customs of our establishment, Tuan? Tuan nodded in the affirmative as I paid the young man. At that, he stepped aside so we could enter the doorway to the showers. There indeed were two shower stalls and a small changing area, but Tuan led me past them and as we approached the far wall, the attendant pressed a floor button and the wall swung open to another chamber. "Thank you, brother." Said Tuan in English, looking back past me. He led me into the area that I would learn was The Arena. There were about two dozen small benches arranged in a circle around a circular platform in the center of the round room. Everything was black in The Arena, save for a padded red turntable on the center platform. I could see that men already occupied about half of the benches. On each bench was a laminated brochure with nude photographs of boys with a number above each photo and an age below. The boys ranged from age 7 to 16. Tuan sat next to me for a moment to explain that the photos were of boys who would be performing tonight. All would have a turn at playing, but bidding by the spectators would determine the pairings and the specific acts they would perform in front of the audience. Each bid was minimum ?340 Baht, (about 10 US Dollars). An attendant would collect the winning bid money, note the customer's choices, and then fetch the chosen two boys from a back room after giving them instructions for their performance. All the men would be enjoying every performance, but the man who bid the highest would decide the "who" and "what" of each one. "Do you understand this?" Tuan asked. I answered that I did, but had one question. I pointed to boy #7 in the color brochure. He was blond haired, blue eyed, bald-pubed, slender and very cute, probably about 11 years old. "This boy," I said. "He's obviously not Thai, so how did he come to be on tonight's menu?" "Ah yes, number seven. A beautiful boy and quite adept. He is son of a European diplomat stationed in Bangkok who regularly frequents this place. His boy has performed here numerous times over past three years. Whenever father comes, he brings boy to perform. As we speak, proud father is in this room to witness tonight's spectacle." At that, Tuan rose from the bench. "I must go change so I may work. Enjoy your time here and I will take you back to hotel after last boys have performed." He excused himself and went through a doorway and out of sight. About 6 or 8 other men entered The Arena over the next few minutes, and then, a Thai version of elevator music started coming from speakers in the ceiling. A handsome naked young man entered through the doorway. He spoke to the audience, explaining that for tonight's first entertainment there would be a special performance and no bidding was necessary. Two naked little boys entered The Arena as he spoke, and they climbed up on the red, padded turntable that began to slowly rotate. I judged these boys to be 7 or 8 years old. They were beautiful, smooth and slender with tiny genitals and cute faces and longish black hair. One of them was already erect by the time they sat down, side by side. The attendant explained to the audience that this would be the first time in The Arena for these two inexperienced boys, so would we please understand if the boys were nervous. He requested that we do everything we could to make them feel appreciated! The attendant nodded to them and the erect boy reached for the other lad's little penis and began to fondle him. Neither of them seemed nervous, in fact I had the impression that they'd been together and done this before. Perhaps they'd played with each other a few times in a bedroom or alley before tonight's debut, but they certainly seemed to know how to please each other. In a matter of a minute, both boys were fully erect, sitting with skinny legs spread out wide, handling each other's tiny, hairless boy-bits. They gripped each other's uncircumcised penis between thumb and forefinger and began stroking each other like it was second nature. It was delightful watching two little boys perform an act that is so natural between young males. The red turntable slowly rotated, showing the action between the two beautiful brown-skinned boys to the all the men in The Arena. As the boys were performing, a man motioned to the attendant, who went over to him. A short discussion between them resulted in the man handing the attendant some Baht and opening his pants. The lad got on his knees and began sucking the man's cock as he enjoyed the two little masturbating boys on the platform before him. As soon as this started, another handsome, naked attendant entered The Arena, who looked to be 18 or 19. He was quickly waved over to another gentleman, who discussed a price, paid it, and then began fondling the lad's rapidly engorging genitals. Yet another attendant arrived and the business transaction was repeated. This time he was stroking the customer's cock as he watched the little boner boys on the red turntable. There seemed to be an endless supply of naked young men who were willing to please the men in the audience! Up on the turntable, the young boys were stroking each other's hairless stiffies with wild abandon. They both had their skinny legs spread out wide as could be, so the spectators could enjoy the view of their beautiful, smooth, unblemished, hairless skin between their inner thighs and their cute, tight, little ping-pong ball sized scrotums. The observers could tell that the boys were close to climax by the way they writhed their skinny bodies... squirming with thrusting hips and smiling faces! Their little balls jiggled in a delicious way as they jerked each other and the spectators leaned in to focus on the boys nearing their climaxes. First to get his dry boy-gasm was the lad who had come in with his penis already erect. He let out an adorable little soprano squeak and his body strained as he experienced his 7 straining boy-pleasure clenches. When his climax was done, he did not shirk his duties. Rather he pressed on like a proud little soldier. He reached for the other boy's boner and resumed stroking. His jerkoff buddy was obviously experiencing exquisite urgency deep in his young loins as he struggled and writhed on the turntable. He crossed the finish line and got his dry boy-gasm within a minute. He let out a cute growl like a tiger cub, then a sigh. His buddy had released the little boner from his fingers at just the right moment. We could see the twitchy rise and fall with each pleasure-spasm of his erect penis! The men applauded the two boys as they jumped off the turntable and bounded off to the stage exit door, their still-erect 2.5 inch weenies jiggling as they ran. I adjusted my erection to a more comfortable angle in the front of my pants. It occurred to me that if I'd just witnessed a performance by inexperienced new boys, the remainder of my night at The Arena had great promise.