Date: Tue, 30 Jun 1998 21:34:16 -0400
From: Sidney Gittler <SidG@compuserve.com>
Subject: Arkansas Vacation V

This story was written by an Israeli pen pal of mine for my Arkansas
Vacation series.  It contains consensual S&M sex acts between a man and a
boy and between teens.  If this turns you off, is illegal in your area or
you're too young please leave.  Otherwise, enjoy.

		   Lunch Show at the Little Leather Club
				  By Nir

     Edited by Sid G.
     Copyright by Nir and Sid G, 1998

     "I give up, I give up" Caleb laughed hysterically but I went on
tickling him for at least 2 more minutes until I was afraid he'd faint from
lack of oxygen. I fell on the bed next to him.
     "You're mean" he told me, panting.
     "That's it, only mean?" I asked.
     He moaned, "not meaner than me, that's for sure"
     I didn't answer this one. After all, Caleb is a master, a slave
driver, who appears in the Little Leather Club each noon and on evenings
when Benjy is on vacation (and there weren't many of these). I was barely a
street hooker, 17 years old, on the verge of retirement, although I still
had more than enough customers.
     Caleb is almost 14, amazingly beautiful, without a single hair on his
body (and as opposed to me, he didn't have to shave it). He has black hair,
crew cut, green eyes, a tanned body and amazing smile. He also has an 8"
dick, but that's another story.
     And he LOVES his job, and the viewers like it also according to the
amount of tips he gets.
     "So, you coming to the club this noon?" He asked.
     "Do I have a choice?"
     "No, but don't pretend that you don't like it."
     Actually I really liked it. A few months ago I had never even thought
about this stuff, of S&M I mean, but suddenly, a few months ago, I found
myself one rainy noon standing in front of the club, and because I had
nothing more important to do, I entered.
     And I found out it is really hot. I got horny within a minute and my
dick started oozing precum. Caleb was on the stage, doing all these things
with the ropes and whips.  Since then we've been together. I love him,
although I'm too afraid of telling him. I'm always afraid he'll decide he
prefers to have a slave instead of me.
     You see I'm not a slave. I tried to be, for him, but I'm too spoiled
and all the things were too painful. I'm not a master either, I just can't
be tough enough (Although Caleb tried to teach me, believe me). But I do
like to watch his show, S&M does get me horny, although only as a viewer
and not as a participant.
     "So, you're coming" Caleb said, deciding for me.
     "Yeah, sure"
     "Great, today the show is going to be so hot, a new boy that Benjy
trained for me and really heavy stuff, so I hope you won't faint on me"
     "I guess I'll survive"
     "But your dick won't" he laughed.
     Then I grabbed him again and tickle-tortured him for five more
minutes.

				    ***

     I entered the Little Leather Club. The place was already full with the
noon crowd.  Although it was noon the place was dark. The windows were
closed and a few lamps lit the tables with pale light. I sat at one of the
tables that was close to the stage, a table that was usually mine, and a
few seconds later Paulo sat next to me.
     "What's up Matt?" He asked.
     I smiled. I knew almost every slave in the club because I was there so
many times, and I was friendly with most of them (as far as you can be
friendly with a slave). Paulo was one of the cutest.
     He was almost twelve, Ivory color skin, and one of the more serious
slaves, (Which means he was sent to all of those who wanted really to cause
pain, not just tie and fuck).
     "I'm ok, what about you" I answered him.
     "What a night I had yesterday, something amazing"
     Oh, I almost forgot to say Paulo enjoys every second of his work.
     "Can you tell me? We have about ten minutes until the show starts"
     Now he smiled.  "Ok. It was evening and I was hanging around, getting
ready for the show. I wasn't supposed to be on the stage, but you know, sit
on someone's lap and pleasure him.  Anyway, this guy came in. Forty years
old I think, tall, muscular, black hair, really hot. He asked for a slave
for some heavy stuff. I didn't even have to volunteer, the manager sent him
straight to me"
     "Sounds nice so far" I said
     "And it went on being nice. We got to his room and all the windows
were closed. He asked for a room with thick walls so screams wouldn't be
heard. He told me to strip, and tied my hands and legs, and then he took
out of his bag a short leather strap. It didn't really look like something
that will be painful, but it hurt. And it was amazing, it was much more
painful than other straps guys used on me, although most of the other
straps made me bleed and this didn't, it just left red marks. I screamed so
much but he went on and after half an hour there wasn't a spot on my body
which was left white. Every place was covered with long red stripes.
     "Then he put needles in my nipples, my balls and finally into my dick
also, and left me like that for two hours in which he sat, with his 10"
dick oozing precum while I screamed and twisted in pain"
     "Sounds like you enjoyed every minute" I said.
     He smiled "You bet I did, you know me. Anyway, after two hours he took
out a candle, lit it, and started dripping hot wax everywhere on my body
that was already sensitive from the needles. On my dick, my balls, my
nipples. At that point I was sooo hard and had orgasm after orgasm.
     "Every 5 minutes I had another orgasm and I already thought I would
faint but then he took out all the needles and started fucking me, his
fingernails scratching and slashing my whole chest and pinching my nipples
hard. He came while crushing my balls with his fist and then I had another
orgasm, the strongest that night, and I fainted.
     "I woke up a few hours later in the slave-barracks. My whole body was
in pain, but it felt great. And almost without a single drop of blood. Not
like what is going to happen here in a few minutes"
     "Huh?"
     "Caleb didn't tell you?"
     "No. He just told me he have a new slave Benjy trained"
     "Yeah, sort of. You see, Benjy trained him especially for Caleb. Caleb
always wanted something with a lot of blood and mess and fisting because he
never had fisting, so Benjy trained this slave who could take a whole fist
into his asshole"
     I guess I looked shocked.
     "Don't look so shocked, Matt. Remember Caleb had a birthday four
months ago?"
     I nodded. I'd bought him a thin gold necklace and he never took it off
since then.
     "Anyway, Benjy forgot all about it. So when he saw the necklace you
bought for Caleb and asked what is it and Caleb told him, well, he was
almost on the verge of tears"
     "Really?"
     "Yes, you know, he's really a good kid"
     "So--?"
     "So he promised Caleb a gift and remembered a day before a boy came to
Peckertown on the bus and come to the club.  So he started training this
boy and yesterday they met and he gave Caleb 'his present'"
     "So how come Caleb didn't take him home?"
     "I guess he didn't want to hurt you by bringing someone else with
him."
     Then the lights went off and only the stage was lit with strong
light. Heavy metal music begun, and Caleb appeared on the stage.
     You should've heard the shouts ("spank him, tear him, make him bleed,
make him yell"), the audience just loves him.
     Caleb smiled, enjoying the attention. He wore short, tight leather
pants, a leather vest that showed his smooth bare chest with 2 big red
nipples standing in the middle. He was barefooted (He doesn't really like
leather boots and prefers to feel the stage floor under his feet).
     In his hand he held a whip. To be precise, he held the cat o'nine
tails. I don't know if you ever had the chance to see this whip, but its
one of the most painful ones. Nine thin ropes and Caleb was an artist using
it.
     "Bring the slave" He shouted.
     Two latex-covered slaves carried inside a boy, tied with his hand and
feet. They attached him to a wooden frame at the center of the stage, so he
was spread-eagled.  The boy had blond hair and a really white body, and he
looked young.  The audience saw only the back side of him, but the frame
was on part of the stage that could be turned, so Caleb could turn the
frame and let the audience see the slave's front whenever he wanted.
     "How old is he?" I asked Paulo, whispering.
     "Thirteen I think."
     The music stopped.  Caleb stood in front of the slave's back side, in
a way the audience could see him and also the slave, and sent the cat
o'nine straight to the boy's ass. You could hear the whip in the air, then
the scream, and then nine thin trails of blood appeared on the boy's ass.
Caleb went on working on this area for five more minutes. You could hear
the shouts very clearly in the hall. Finished he moved a few steps away,
letting the slave calm down a bit, and the audience could see the
boy's-butt in all its glory, covered with long stripes of blood.
     For the boy's back he used the bullwhip. It was amazing.  You could
hear the screams all over the hall. The audience was already hot and some
of the screams came from the private slaves the people in the audience had.
     Paulo noticed I was also very hot and horny and sat in my lap.
     "Please" he whispered "I'm yours."  For the rest of the show I filled
Paulo's chest with scratches as I raked it with my fingernails. His nipples
got close attention.  Meanwhile on the stage the slave's back was already
covered with blood but Caleb kept him conscious. I saw that Caleb himself
was already very hot and his huge dick could be seen through the leather
pants.  Caleb threw the bullwhip and turned the frame so now we could see
the slave's face and front.  The blond hair, the blue eyes, and the
expression of pain on his face. But the boy's dick was hard, almost five
inches.
     Caleb lifted the cat o'nine and started working on the boy's chest.
Not too strong so no permanent damage will happen, but strong enough to
draw blood. At some stage you could barely see the boy's tiny nipples.
     The show was close to its climax. Caleb took a tiny whip, which he
used to work on the area of dick and balls, and gave this area a red
color. Meanwhile the slave stopped screaming and just whimpered quietly.
     Then Caleb threw the tiny whip and I knew now is the grand-finale. He
whispered something in the slave's ear and the slave nodded. Then he turned
the frame so the slave's profile was to the audience. His face and ass were
seen. Caleb kneeled behind him and put one finger in the boy's hole, then
another finger, then another one, then four.  He took out his fingers and
closed his hand to make a fist.
     Then he pushed his fist into the boy's ass. The whole fist went inside
and also a little of his arm. His arm impaled the boy's ass.  He started
twisting his arm inside. I expected to see blood pouring out of his ass but
not a single drop spilled out. The boy's face wore a mask of pain, but then
Caleb grabbed, with his other hand, the boy's dick and started jacking him
off.
     The boy couldn't stand it for more than a few seconds and came with a
loud scream, shooting cum all over the stage.  Caleb took out his fist in
one motion. Within a second he untied the boy's hands from the frame,
letting him fall on the stage. In the next second he already got rid of his
pants, letting his 8" monster that was oozing precum pop out. And then he
grabbed the slave's blond hair and lifted his head until the boy's mouth
was in front of his dick and the boy started sucking.
     Caleb held the boy's head in place by his hair and all 8" were
swallowed in the little red mouth. Caleb didn't last for more than a few
seconds, and came screaming.  The boy was laying on the stage, panting and
bleeding, but he had a smile on his face.
     The crowd cheered and shouted for what seemed like hours.
     It was great. Caleb smiled and ordered the latex-covered slaves to
take the bleeding boy away.
     "This was Terry" he shouted and whipped the stage a few more times,
showing off his skills in using whips. Then he jumped off the stage and
walked around, collecting money.  When he finally reached my table he could
barely hold the money.
     "I don't make so much money in a whole month" he said, panting.
     "You were amazing," I told him.  I took a bill and gave it to Paulo.
     "Thanks," Caleb said as Paulo slipped away.
     "You give some of the money to the slave right?"
     "Sure, he earned it."
     "What's gonna happen to him now?"
     "In 3-4 days he'll be up and running, ready for the next show."

				    ***

      We left the club and started walking down the street. It was already
4 o'clock and it was chilly outside.
     Caleb was exhausted from the show.
     "You enjoyed Matt?" He asked.
     "Yes, it was fun, really hot."
     "Great."
     "Caleb--" I started saying.
     "What?"
     "I--I want to ask you something."
     "Yeah?"
     "Do you like being with me?"
     "Wow, why are you suddenly asking?"
     "I just saw you at the show and how much you enjoy being a master, and
you know I can't be slave, So I was thinking, wouldn't you enjoy more being
with a slave. Like Benjy who always walks around with a slave at the end of
a leash."
     He stopped. "Look Matt. Yes, this thing with being a master really
makes me horny, and this thing I like most about sex.  You know, being a
master. To feel all this power, to control someone, his body, even to
cause him pain. But you see Matt--" he stopped to breath and then
continued. "--this is only the sex stuff, of fucking someone -- of cumming.
But I can't just have a chat with slave, just to have fun with or laugh. I
couldn't tell a slave all the things I'm telling you now because he would
just nod and say nothing. I need someone to talk to, to laugh with, just
to go out and have fun. A slave would've never tickled me 'til I could
barely breath, and that's fun too, a different kind of fun, but something I
really enjoy doing. So don't feel I'd prefer being with a slave, that's
what the club is for.
     "So I'm ok for everything except se,x" I told him, but not with anger,
because I just couldn't get mad at him.
     "I enjoy having sex with you Matt, I just enjoy it more with a slave.
I'm sorry."
     "Don't be, that's ok."
     "Matt, I really, I--" and then he said quickly, "--I love you."
     "Can you say it again Caleb?" I asked.
     "I love you Matt."
     "Me too Caleb, I love you too."