Date: Sun, 15 Oct 2023 01:56:29 +0000 (UTC) From: "wantstrat63@yahoo.com" Subject: Boy Arena - Chapter 14 The Boy Arena - Chapter Fourteen 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 are enjoying this series, I invite you to read my other works that have been published in Nifty. For an easy way to find those stories, go to the Nifty home page and type WANTSTRAT into the search bar. 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/ +++++++ "Will you be needing help with that, Mister Mike?" The question was posed by my faithful houseboy and Boy-Arena proprietor, Tuan, who stood beside me and regarded the way I was rubbing the bulge in my pants. The initiation rites had begun, the first boy had been brought to dry boy-gasm on the platform, and my dick was in urgent need. "I need a mouth. The usual price Tuan?" "For you, Mister Mike, half price." I ignored his generous offer and held up the full 300 Bhat. Tuan smiled and tucked the bills into the small pack slung around his otherwise naked, slender waist, then kneeled down as he undid my pants. The announcer was welcoming the next boy and his sponsor up onto the stage as Tuan began providing me with exquisite oral. This initiate was another 8 year old boy, accompanied by his 11 year old brother. Both boys were sleek, hairless and beautiful. My cock was agonizingly turgid, like the boners I'd gotten in school when I was 14. The head was pressed against my lower belly, and once Tuan pulled it out and took it into his mouth, his hand no longer touched me. It was all about his mouth and my spectacularly erect penis. Up on stage, the older boy told his little bro to lay down on his back and spread out his arms and legs. The leather straps went around his wrists and ankles, and big brother cinched them down tight. The initiate must have been nervous, because his hairless little peen was flaccid and at rest, pointing down over his smooth, bald marble sac between his outstretched, skinny legs. "DING!" His brother got down on his knees and began licking the hairless boy-bits of the 8 year old, as the turntable rotated, offering the adoring audience excellent views of young boys, doing what boys do. As I tried to concentrate on the spectacle up on stage, my faithful Tuan was providing oral that was Next Level. He'd ringed his lips tightly around my shaft, slid about halfway down and inside his mouth, his adept tongue was working such magic on the sensitive head of my dick. The sensation alternated between the feel of fluttering butterflies, to the constrictive action of a python. It took me back to my first encounter with a provider of expert oral during my youthful summer camp days. Sure, I'd traded blowjobs with a few buddies in treehouses, basements and weekend campouts, but this was special. We bunked in two man tents with same-age partners, but after lights-out, one of our troop's Eagle Scouts came into our tent, kneeled on the deck beside my cot, opened my sleeping bag and slipped his hand down inside the front of my underpants to manipulate me erect. Then he rolled down the front of my white briefs and sucked my hairless 12 year old stiffy like he must have blown dozens, maybe hundreds of scouts before. I tried to act asleep as he gave me the best blowjob of my young life, but it was nearly impossible to just take it with no squirming at all. It was all I could do to keep from crying out when I got my boy-gasm in his mouth. He fed on my little squirts of jit, then sucked my sensitive boner some more, hungry for the last dribbles of my thin boy-nectar. After he was finished on me, he pulled my underpants up over my dick and covered me with my sleeping bag, then got up and opened the tent flaps and crept out into the darkness. I could hear his faint footfalls on the rocky ground over to the next tent, then the sound of the canvas flaps parting. I knew another scout was about to experience an intensely pleasurable "dream." Perhaps If I remained quiet and listened, I'd hear the boy's pleasured squeak as he climaxed, with his stiff peen twitching it off inside the skilled mouth of that older connoisseur of boy-dick. My "sleeping" tent partner lying a few feet from me in the dark, spoke in a low voice to break the tension of the moment. "He's good, isn't he?" "DING!" Up on stage, the 11 year old sponsor rose and stood above his now fully erect 8 year old brother. I snapped out of my recollections of great Boy Scout blowjobs I'd received, and thrusted with urgency into Tuan's worshipping mouth as the next sponsor took the platform. Everyone in the audience had purchased new numbers from the attendants. This time I'd opted for #1, thinking it would take some time for each boy to climax, perhaps into the second round. Still, I was interested in seeing what this 13 year old had to offer the young initiate. "DING!" He reached for the little boner with his right hand, gently stroking the 2.5 inch shaft between his thumb 'n forefinger, while kissing the 8 year old! The two boys made out hot and heavy, with mouths open and tongues twirling together as the little boy enjoyed the hand job like only a 13 year old boy knows to administer. Tuan now had my dick pressed against the roof of his mouth, rubbing the underside of my shaft with his tongue as he held it trapped there. "DING!" Sponsor #2 rose from his position beside the young initiate, but not before holding the boy's beautiful face between his hands and giving him one last, passionate kiss. That simple act took me over the edge inside Tuan's mouth. I struggled to hold on, but deep behind my balls, the launch sequence had begun. My sex muscles clenched down hard, and Tuan began feeding on my ejaculation. He dutifully kept me in his mouth and consumed all the fluids my cock had to give. He popped off my dick, smiled, then helped it back into my boxer briefs and zipped my pants. "DING!" Up on stage, sponsor #3, the devastatingly handsome 16 year old knelt down and got busy. He leaned in to suck the little boy's tiny stiffy. As he washed the erect cocklet inside his mouth, he reached up to alternately rub the initiate's tiny nipples. The boy's body writhed under this stimulation and we could hear the leather straps creak as he struggled with pleasure. The older boy had his lips ringed around the small shaft, sucking and bobbing up and down, each time on the down-stroke, kissing the lad's bald pubic mound. "DING!" As the 16 year old stood up, I glanced to my left and Tuan was already engaged in sucking the cock of another guest, who leaned back with his mouth silently opening and closing, like a just-caught fish on the deck of a boat. The next sponsor climbed up on the stage for his 30 seconds with the erect little boy. The 12 year old sponsor #4 knelt down and began licking the boy's stiff little peen, then paused to spit on his finger. As he licked the boy's erection like a lolli pop, he placed his hand between the initiate's legs and worked his finger against the lad's puckered starfish. The anal ring must have yielded to the penetration, because the boy grunted and strained in the straps, now impaled on the finger as it probed inside his most secret opening and his peen took a thorough licking. His squirming was just becoming frenzied, when... "DING!" Time was up. I wondered what sponsor #5 had in mind as the naked 14 year old took the stage. He was obviously excited to be there as he was fully erect, sporting 5 inches of turgid teenage penis that waved at the crowd as he moved. "DING!" The teen boy wasted no time, getting down on his knees, gripping the 8 year old's little stiffy between thumb and forefinger to jerk him, while alternately kissing, licking and sucking the little lad's sensitive nipples! Somehow, a boy knows just what to do on another boy... At least that had been my experience decades ago. The teenager made loud sucking noises on the initiate's tiny nipples as he jerked him, and the boy was thrusting his pelvis in an instinctive fuck-motion and just has he started to strain... "DING!" Now it was time for my champion. Number 1, the older brother of the initiate would have another turn. It seemed like the lad was very close to getting his tingles, and I rubbed my lucky #1 chip and watched intently as the 11 year old mounted the platform and regarded his naked brother, held tight in those leather straps, naked and helpless. "DING!" The older boy got down on his knees beside his brother and started torturing the 8 year old in a way that older brothers have done since the beginning of time. Of course! "Purple nurples" and "pink belly!" The older boy twisted those little nipples in one hand while slapping the hard, bare belly of his little brother with an open hand. It was just enough to almost hurt, yet cause the boy to squeal, laugh and struggle. As much as he tried, no twisting in the restraints gave him relief from his big bro's exquisite tortures, until... "DING!" The brotherly torture-master got up from the turntable, looked down and smiled at his breathless little bro. Yielding again to sponsor #2, the beautiful 13 year old. He kneeled down next to the young boy, waiting for the bell so he could spring into action. Out in the audience, men were fondling naked attendants or enjoying receiving or performing oral on the naked young men who circulated among the crowd. "DING!" The young teen went right to work, lying between the spread legs of the 8 year old and tonguing his smooth ball sac while stroking the boy's boner. The teen moved in closer and must have found the young boy's starfish-shaped anus with his tongue. The combined stroking of the boy's 2.5 inch stiffy and rimming of his boy-hole did it. The naked lad squealed with delight and thrust out his pelvis, straining in the straps. The older boy immediately stood up and an attendant swooped in with the video camera! Up on the monitors above the turntable, everyone watched as the stiff peen rose and fell with each of the little boy's clenches of intense dry boy-gasm. When the pleasure-waves finally subsided, the boy remained erect and we could see his turgid penis moving slightly in perfect time with his rapid heartbeat. "GOOD BOY!" was the congratulatory exclamation of a man in the audience who obviously held a #2 chip. The men in the audience applauded in appreciation as the initiate's older brother re-mounted the platform to remove the straps and free the newly-minted Boy Arena performer. An attendant handed the older boy a clear silicone butt plug, glistening with lube. He helped his little brother to stand, had him bend over, and easily inserted the butt plug into the boy's hairless anus. He stayed bent over and the platform rotated so the audience could enjoy his asshole with butt-plug inserted. Men were calling to the naked attendants to buy the 300 Bhat chances at that plug, and others were showing their #2 chips to collect their shares of the 50/50. "Gentlemen, are there any more who would like to buy a chance to receive the warm butt plug, fresh from the lovely boy's asshole?" A few more paid for their chances and the announcer spoke again. "Thank you, the bid is closed. And now..." He motioned his hand to the naked boys on the rotating platform. The little boy squatted down and his brother positioned his hand beneath, ready to catch the butt plug. The 8 year old concentrated, pushed, and the butt plug was deposited in his big brother's hand. The appreciative crowd applauded more. The attendant held a basket with the numbered chips up to the boy and he grabbed one and handed it to the attendant, who checked the number and declared, "And now... the winner of the memento from this boy is... Number 8!" A man across the arena cheered and held up his number 8. The older boy climbed down off the turntable and walked up to the lucky winner, handing him the still-warm silicone butt plug. The man held it up and licked the warm tip, then placed his treasure in a box that another attendant had handed him. "My good friends, please congratulate our newest Arena performer!" The men stood and applauded. Up on the stage, the little boy, (who was still erect), beamed proudly and waved to his adoring fans before being lead off by his older brother and escorted to the backstage door. To everyone's delight, the older boy kept spanking the naked butt of his little bro to get him to move along faster. I tried to catch my breath as we waited for part three of the initiation rites to begin. The temperature in the room was noticeably warmer now, and it smelled of boy-sex. After all, that's what we were there for, and there was much more in store.