Date: Fri, 24 Dec 2004 09:52:16 -0500
From: Herb Cat <herb_cat@lycos.com>
Subject: Wayne the Wrestler chapter 10

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 10

"How would you like to spend spring break with me at a special camp."

"Wow, really, Sir?" But Wayne's initial excitement soon gave way to
disappointment. "No, I'd have to get Momma's permission."

"Tell her it's a wrestling camp."

"It is?"

"Well, not really, but the kids do wrestle there. And they do other
stuff. They swim, and hike, and go boating, and they even play a lot of the
games we play here."

"Fuck, really, Sir? The blow job game?"

"Yep."

"The golden showers game?"

"Yep."

"The slave game?"

"Yes, especially the slave game. And there'll be new games too that I want
to see if you like."

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Mr. Raven drove clear across the state. He told Wayne he could ride naked
if he wanted to but to keep his clothes close by and be ready to put them
on real fast if Raven ordered it.  Raven kept his clothes on but drove with
his fly open and his cock out. Every few miles he'd give the `get dressed'
order. Wayne knew sometimes it was just for fun to keep him on his toes,
but one time he saw that they were driving slow and a big truck was on the
right side where the driver could look right down into Wayne's passenger
window. Another time a police car came up behind them with its lights
flashing, but it quickly passed them and Wayne could strip again.

Wayne stared out his window at everything. He wanted to memorize every inch
of this fantastic adventure. But then Raven said "We're almost there
now. Reach into the glove compartment, slave boy." Wayne pulled out a
blindfold. "From now on, you can't peek until we get to the camp."

There were about thirty boys at the camp. Wayne was one of the youngest,
but not the very youngest. Most of them were naked, but a few had funny
costumes, especially the older boys. A lot of leather harnesses, some dog
collars, leather jock straps. One wore an Indian loin cloth. One even wore
a frilly skirt. Raven whispered not to make fun of anyone's clothes.
Respect. The two youngest boys had their tighty whities on.

Each boy stayed close to the man who brought him. Most were one-to-one but
three of the men had two boys each in tow, an older one and a younger
one. Wayne recognized that they were all playing the slave game. The boys
were obeying orders to get the men's luggage out of the cars and carry it
to the different cabins. Raven told Wayne to pick up his clothes from the
front seat of the car and put them in his little suitcase, and to leave it
in the trunk for now. He wasn't going to be needing all those
clothes. Wayne giggled. He had tried to tell Momma that he didn't need a
lot of clothes, but she insisted. Wayne's new muscular arms had no problem
toting Raven's luggage to the cabin, which was up a hill with a long
staircase leading to the front door. The cabin had six twin beds with new,
comfortable mattresses. The boys were being ordered to make the beds. Wayne
wondered which bed would be his, since there were six men in this cabin
with their slave boys. But he made the bed that Raven pointed to without
question.

A bell rang and everyone walked down to the field around the
flagpole. Wayne noticed that most of the boys walked a few steps behind
their men, so he followed suit. The camp director welcomed all the men and
then introduced his two slaves. One by one around the circle, the men gave
their names, but they didn't say their last names; they said "I am Master
Greg and this is slave billy." "I am Master Tom and this is slave mikey."
Wayne tried to remember as many as he could. He had no trouble remembering
"slave brenda," the boy in the skirt. Another kid who stood out from the
rest was slave lester, one of the little kids with his briefs on. Wayne
thought this is no place for a little kid like him. When it came to his
turn, Mr. Raven said "I am Master Gerald and this is slave wayne." Wayne's
eyes grew big. He had never known Mr. Raven's first name.

The director then called for the slaves to walk around in a circle inside
the men. Wayne knew that every man was looking at him as he passed. At his
new muscles, his cute smile, his pretty ass. He didn't even mind it that
Raven, er, Master Gerald, had shaved off all of his body hair because all
these boys were shaved. He knew then that Master Gerald must be right, that
a lot of men think boys look better that way. The director told them to
return to their Masters. Wayne felt that a lot of the boys must have been
to this camp before, but he could also see that many were new, especially
the younger ones like himself and little lester.

The afternoon was spent following Master Gerald around while he met his old
friends again. He would pat their slaves' heads and they would put their
hands on Wayne. All these unfamiliar, yet too familiar, hands made Wayne a
little uncomfortable, but he trusted his Master and knew nothing bad was
going to happen to him. At one point, Master Gerald was whispering to
Master Tom. Then he came over and said to Wayne, "I told Master Tom that
you are a bona fide cocksucker, and he said he didn't believe me. Prove
that I'm right, slave boy. Suck his cock."

Wayne smiled and knelt in front of Master Tom. He unzipped his fly, pulled
out his cock, and gave him an expert blow job. Master Tom blew a large load
of cum into his mouth but continued to hold his head against his pubes and
pump away. When he finally subsided, he let Wayne loose and Wayne stood up
proudly. He turned around and was dumbfounded to see Master Tom's slave
mikey sucking away on Master Gerald. He felt jealous, but then he saw that
Master Gerald was really enjoying it. He remembered something Raven once
said, "If you have the soul of a slave, you are glad to see your Master
happy." He decided to be happy. It was still a fun game. Maybe they were
both judging the cocksuckers. He looked carefully at slave mikey's
technique and decided he wasn't any competition.

At 5, everyone gathered around the flagpole again for the lowering of the
colors. Two naked boys brought the flag down and folded it properly as
everyone sang the National Anthem.  Wayne had never sung the anthem naked
before, but here surrounded by naked young boys, it just felt right. The
slaves were then told to report to the mess hall. Wayne followed orders and
spread tablecloths on the tables, and set them up with china, flatware and
glassware. He was a fast learner. He wondered where everyone was going to
sit because there didn't seem to be enough places. A bell rang and the
Masters filed in and took their seats. The boys then carried the courses of
food to their own Masters and brought the dirty dishes back to the kitchen,
where each boy scraped his Master's leftovers into a separate dog dish. One
dish had been labeled Wayne. Wayne noticed that Master Gerald didn't seem
to eat much and so the dog dish was getting quite full. He was going to
empty it into the garbage can when one of the older boys stopped
him. "Don't" he whispered. Wayne decided that must be against the
rules. After supper, the Masters went out on the porch and some of them lit
cigars. The same older boy then whispered to Wayne to get his dog dish and
follow him. The boys took their dishes outside in front of the porch and
set them on the ground. Then they got down on all fours, their asses
pointing toward the porch, and began eating without using their hands. "I
get it," thought Wayne, "It's a doggy game. Gee, this is fun." He chowed
down happily with his young little ass wagging in the air in front of all
the Masters. He could hear them laughing. He realized how kind his Master
was to leave so much food for him. And he wondered about the Masters who
had two slaves who had to share his leftovers.

The evening's entertainment consisted of a lot of fucking right out there
on the porch. Each Master asked the permission of a slave's owner to fuck
him. Wayne saw that no one ever asked the slave boy. When men came to get
Master Gerald's permission, he was very particular. He always inspected the
thickness of their cocks and if he felt Wayne could handle it, he insisted
they wear a rubber. Some of the men who were denied permission looked
pissed but they seemed to accept that Master Gerald knew what was best for
his slave boy. Master Gerald would often appease them by offering a blow
job instead. Wayne ended up with several mouthfuls of man juice and a
couple of assfuls. A couple men were even given permission to play the
rimming game with Wayne. Master Gerald did a little fucking, but Wayne
noticed that he tended to choose boys who were too young for fucking.

The men were starting to get tired, and suggested calling it a night. The
boys were dispatched to the bathrooms in each cabin to set up their
Master's toothbrushes and any other equipment that was called for. Then
they all came back out and stood by their own Masters. The director took
out a big wheel with all the Masters' names printed on it. He spun it
around and when it slowed down, the pointer landed on Master Greg. "Get in
the trough, slave billy," said Master Greg, and slave billy, one of the
older boys who knew what he was doing, went to a trough near the end of the
porch and laid down in it. When he shut his eyes and opened his mouth,
Wayne knew right away this was the golden showers game. All the men and
boys gathered close around the trough, the shorter ones in front. It was a
tight squeeze, but they all managed to get into a position to take
aim. Wayne ended up right in front of slave billy's face so it was easy for
him to aim at the mouth. About sixty cocks, big and small, began bathing
slave billy in piss. What didn't go into his mouth ran off his body and
filled the trough half up. After the last few piss drops were shaken off,
the slave looked up at Master Greg and said, "Thank you, Sir." Wayne knew
that this boy loved the game as much as he did. In fact, he was jealous
again. He wished his Master's name had come up on the wheel. Slave billy
was escorted to an outdoor shower where he was rinsed off. A drain valve on
the trough was opened and the piss disappeared somewhere. Then slave billy
took a hose and rinsed it out for the next day.

By this time, the men were retiring. Each man had a bed. The boys did not,
although each one was given an old pillow. Most of the boys laid down on
the bare floor beside their Master's beds. But a few, especially the
younger ones, got into bed with their Masters.  Wayne was one of these. His
dream of spending the night with Mr. Raven had finally come true.

In chapter 11, the slaves wrestle for their Masters' entertainment, and get
some free swim time. Master Gerald teaches slave wayne a new game and
explains about trade off day.  slave wayne meets Master Bruce and harbors
resentment toward Master Gerald.