Date: Fri, 17 Mar 2023 11:51:42 +0000 (UTC) From: "wantstrat63@yahoo.com" Subject: Boy Arena - Chapter Eight The Boy Arena - Chapter Eight 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/ +++++++ "Gentlemen, for those of you who are keeping count, we have fourteen boys back up on the turntable. That's all of the boys on tonight's program, plus the two little ones who came out and gave a lovely break-in performance together as an introduction to our evening of boy-sex! It is my pleasure to treat you to our finale for the evening, the Carousel of Boy Progress!" (My naked house boy Tuan was still announcing and he was on a roll). A round of applause acknowledged the smiling naked boys. "Each boy holds in his hand, a special butt plug, beautifully molded in clear silicone with brilliant gold sparkles inside. The size of each plug is designed to fit inside the individual boy's anus and has been molded with the boy's number from tonight's menu. The two apprentice lads have small butt plugs as well, molded with the designations, "T1" and "T2" since those boys were not listed on the program. The size of each boy's plug will mean that it will take some effort to insert, but with determination and lubrication it will indeed penetrate his anus and will be retained within. At the center of the turntable, we have placed a bowl of lubricant. First, the two apprentice boys will dip each other's butt plugs in the lubricant, then take turns bending over to receive the butt plug into his body, inserted by the other boy. All other boys will continue to face outward toward the audience and reach for the boy to their left to stroke his penis while waiting their turn. When the two littles are standing, facing the center with butt plugs inserted, the next tallest boy will turn and dip his butt plug into the lubricant and hand it to the boy to his right. That boy will put his own butt plug in the lubricant and take the smaller boy's plug from him. The smaller boy will face the center, reach back to spread his butt cheeks and the taller boy will insert it into his anus. Once he's been plugged, the boy will stand and continue facing the center of the circle. The process will continue, with each boy taking his turn bending over, spreading his butt cheeks and receiving the plug into his body, inserted by the next boy in line. When finished, all boys will have their specially numbered butt plugs inserted and will be facing the center of the circle! We will now be ready for the next stage of the event." "I will stand behind the smallest boy and hold this silver tray just below his little butt. When he feels the tray touch the backs of his thighs, he will bend over, reach back to spread his butt cheeks and endeavor to expel his butt plug out onto the tray! This process will continue until all boys have pushed their butt plugs from their lubricated anal passages and the tray is piled with 14 numbered, warm, used plugs! I know that this may seem involved, but just sit back and enjoy as the boys are all well-accustomed to the process." "By the way, all boys have been prepped prior to this evening's spectacle with a thorough triple-douching. If any of our gentlemen prefer boys who have not been prepped, I'd like to invite you to attend one of The Arena's "Brown Thursday" extravaganzas!" "I've given you all these details to prepare you fine gentlemen for the climax of Carousel of Boy Progress... The awarding of the butt plugs! This special memento of a used, warm butt plug fresh from a boy's anus will not require a bid. To give everyone a fair chance, we ask you to feel now underneath the seat of your bench for one of fourteen gold coins that have been placed there at random!" Fourteen men exclaimed excitedly and held up their gold coins, and I had one! The naked attendants walked among the audience and exchanged each gold coin for a beautiful teakwood box. When I was given mine, I opened the lid and it revealed a black leather lining with a molded butt-plug shaped pocket. Tuan continued with his description of what we were about to witness. "Once all boys have expelled their butt plugs out onto the tray, I will pass among the winners in the audience. I will hold the tray above you so you may reach up and select your memento by feel only. You will be given the first one you touch and you may carry your treasure away from tonight's spectacle in the special teakwood box! Remember, each butt plug has been molded with the number of an individual boy from the program, or in the case of the newly initiated boys, T1 and T2 (for trainee). You will want to place your butt plug into your gift box so as to preserve that boy's special essence, yes?" Now that we had all been briefed, the circle of smiling, naked boys reached for a neighbor's erect penis and began stroking! The two apprentice boys dipped their partner's butt plug into the bowl of lubricant and the smallest boy faced the center, bent over at the waist and reached back to spread his butt cheeks! The lad's tiny opening wasn't a pucker or even a little starfish. Just above his smooth, hairless, pristine gooch was just a tiny opening, like a coin slot. His partner slathered the little opening with the tip of the butt plug to lubricate it, then began gently penetrating the boy hole. It took some doing, but the thickest part of the shaft of the plug finally passed through the lad's anal ring and it popped comfortably into place! I just knew that the boy was now experiencing the pleasant, stuffed-full sensation of having a good poop with that plug imbedded inside his most secret hole! The plugged boy straightened up and reached for the second little butt plug in the bowl and Trainee Number Two turned with his little ass facing the audience, bent over at the waist, reached back and spread out his cheeks! We were again treated to the delightful sight of unspoiled, smooth boy-bits. Under the bright lights, I could see the little seam of skin that divided his scrotum and continued down his hairless gooch to the coin slot opening of his anus. Such a delightful sight! I waved some Baht and summoned the nearest naked attendant. We quickly negotiated a price and he took his place kneeling before me with my turgid penis in his mouth. He suckled like a baby on me as I enjoyed each boy up on the turntable, bending over and penetrated with a butt plug by the next boy in the circle. All boys never missed a beat and expertly stroked a neighbor's dick while waiting for their turn. As the age and size of the boys progressed, I closely observed each one's boy hole as they bent over and "spread 'em." Some were cute and shaped like a starfish, while others had winking little puckers. A few boys had a bit of a struggle accepting the butt plugs into their bodies, but one by one, all those strong little anal rings yielded to the penetration. The older boys were of course, ready with a gaping anus as soon as they bent over and spread their butt cheeks. I could see those boys' pink, quivering inner anal wall, slick with lube. Of course, those boys had to take the largest butt plugs. It made them strain and try to push out as if they were on the toilet, but they all yielded to the penetration. As the last few boys in the circle were being plugged, I ejaculated and filled my attendant's hungry mouth with cum, which he dutifully swallowed. The air was thick with anticipation as Tuan appeared with a silver tray and held it to the backs of the thighs of the smallest boy in the circle. The lad bent over at the waist and after a bit of a strain, he expelled his butt plug and it landed on the silver tray with a "plop!" Everyone clapped and cheered! The next few minutes were surreal. I never could have imagined that I would be here, watching a circle of naked boys bending over one by one and pushing out their butt plugs onto a shining silver tray! Always the showman, Tuan held the silver tray of warm butt plugs above his head and declared, "Gentlemen... time for the awarding of the butt plugs!" We cheered in anticipation. "I will give first choice to the gentleman who was high bidder this evening. Once he has made his selection, I will proceed around the room in a clock-wise circle, offering the tray to each of the other thirteen recipients!" I looked around and quickly realized that I would be the last to "pick" from the tray as the distinguished gentleman who had first pick was at one o'clock in the circle and I was at eleven o'clock. The tray was held above him and he reached up to touch a butt plug. Tuan ceremoniously awarded him with his glistening selection. The man examined it for the number, and without reaction placed it in his box. Each person in turn reached up to pick their butt plugs and were truly excited to have one. Finally, Tuan came to me, held up the slender, slick, glistening butt plug and declared, "Gentleman... the final butt plug!" Everyone cheered and I was happy to receive my memento of public boy-sex. I checked for the molded number on the neck of the silicone shaft. It was number seven! I held in my hand the warm, slippery butt plug that had just been inside the asshole of the beautiful blond-haired, blue-eyed 11 year old! I carefully placed it in the molded pocket of my teakwood box and closed the lid. As I stood, zipped up my pants and prepared to go, I could see the distinguished gentleman talking to another man who had been a lucky butt plug recipient. They spoke for a moment and he moved on to the next one. This process repeated until he got over to me and spoke, "Sir, might I ask which number you received?" "It's seven." At that, his eyes lit up and his face brightened! "Sir, would you consider a trade?" I balked at his offer. After all, I held the butt plug of the handsome, golden-haired boy who had sucked off his partner and then fucked him in front of everyone! "I don't know, this one is quite special." I held my box close to my chest. "Sir, I'm prepared to offer you 100,000 Baht if you'll kindly make this trade." Holy crap! I thought... One hundred thousand Baht! I did a quick calculation in my head. Almost $3,000 US! The line of naked boys was leaving the stage and exiting to their dressing room as I considered this proposition. It didn't take me long. "Of course I'll accept your offer. This one seems quite special to you." "Yes it is!" Was his response as he handed me the bills and we opened our boxes to make the switch. I watched as he checked for the molded-in number seven, then he smiled widely as he placed it into his box and stepped away, with a "Thank you, sir." I stuffed the 100,000 Baht in my pocket, then I looked at the still-warm butt plug that he'd just handed me, checking for the molded-in number. It was number nine! I had the butt plug of one of "my" twin wrestlers... the one who'd been pinned and taken an ass-fucking from his brother! I couldn't resist... I held it to my nose and sniffed the aroma. There it was, that musky-sweet teenaged boy scent that brought back my youthful memories of campouts with benefits and sleepovers with happy endings. "Mister Mike, are you ready? It is time to head back to the hotel." I looked up at Tuan, placed my butt plug into its recess and closed the box. Soon, we were exiting through the little gym and headed to the thoroughfare at the end of the lane, where my houseboy would hail a hot-pink painted Bangkok taxi that would whisk us back to my hotel and reality. During our drive my hand touched the smooth, polished lid of the teakwood box that held the sparkling memento I'd won that evening. I looked over to Tuan and asked a question. "So, tell me about "Brown Thursday," and any other special performances at The Arena?"