Date: Fri, 24 Dec 2004 09:53:08 -0500
From: Herb Cat <herb_cat@lycos.com>
Subject: Wayne the Wrestler chapter 11

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 11

The next morning, one of the older boys shook Wayne awake and told him to
get his ass moving. The boys set up the bathroom for their Masters' morning
rituals and then hustled to the kitchen to prepare breakfast. Wayne was
assigned to crack eggs along with slave brenda, who was wearing another
skirt as well as a training bra. In answer to Wayne's question, brenda said
he was 16. He had handsome abs and pecs and must have worked out a lot. He
had a big package that Wayne thought looked funny under his skirt. But he
didn't say anything. Respect. When the tables were all set, the boys and
the men gathered for the raising of the colors and Wayne proudly recited
the pledge with the others. After breakfast was the doggy game and he got
his leftover eggs, home fries and bacon. It was then announced that
wrestling would begin in the gym in fifteen minutes. Now this is what Wayne
was waiting for. Master Gerald gave him the car keys and told him to get
one of his singlets. He also said to bring one of his shirts. Wayne looked
quizzical but did as he was told.

The boys sat in a circle around the mats, some wearing singlets, some of
the older boys wearing tights, and the rest butt naked. Except for slave
brenda who still wore his bra and skirt, and little lester in his
briefs. The wheel was brought in and spun. It landed on Master Philip who
sent his slave jeremy on to the mat. He was a skinny kid, about fifteen,
without any real muscles. He stood naked, shaking a little. The wheel spun
again and landed on Master Bruce who sent in slave adam. This boy was huge,
probably over 17, bulging pecs and biceps. He wore a pair of blue form
fitting lycra tights that gave his package real definition. This wasn't the
way matches had been assigned back in school. There kids were always
matched according to weight classes. Here it was just random. The rest of
the boys and the men began shouting "Fuck his ass! Fuck his ass!" They
seemed to be shouting it at both boys. The match began and of course the
rules were not followed, just like in the movie Wayne had watched so
often. slave adam pinned the other quickly three times. In fact, slave
jeremy didn't even seem to be trying. At the end, he assumed the doggy
position, while slave adam got permission from Master Philip to fuck his
slave boy. He was handed some lube and proceeded. The crowd continued the
chant until adam pulled out and sprayed a volley of spunk shots on slave
jeremy's ass. Then they all cheered.

Throughout the morning the wheel was spun, and Wayne was beginning to worry
his turn would never come. Some kids wrestled twice. Right after getting
his ass fucked, slave brenda was sent in again to get the same treatment
from another slave. Instead of doggy style, slave brenda laid on his back
both times and held up his skirt and his legs like a girl.  Some of the
victors were denied permission to fuck even though they had won, especially
when a large slave had pinned a small young one. In that case, they were
permitted a blow job in compensation and the chant briefly changed to "Fuck
his face! Fuck his face."

Finally, the wheel stopped at Master Gerald. "Yippee," Wayne said
softly. He jumped up on the mat and proudly showed off his red
singlet. There was a current of low snickering about the squirrel that
Wayne didn't hear. By now, after all these months, the singlet was really
tight. He hoped that it didn't get torn though. Some of the boys really
wrestled rough.  With no jockstrap, Wayne's cock was very evident. The
wheel spun again and he was soon face to face with slave fred. He was only
slightly taller than Wayne but as muscular as slave adam. He wore only a
red mesh jock. The chanting began. "Fuck his ass! Fuck his ass!" But Wayne
closed his mind to the noise and thought about what both his coaches had
told him, "You don't need to be big to win in wrestling. You just have to
be quick, and smart." The match began and Wayne soon discovered that slave
fred knew a few things about wrestling. The first pin took a lot longer
than in most of the morning matches, but Wayne found himself flat on the
mat under slave fred. Wayne looked out at the crowd and found Master
Gerald, who looked back at him purposefully and nodded encouragement. In
the second pin, Wayne prevailed, and now the crowd was really getting
excited. The chant increased in volume. The third pin seemed to take
forever. Both boys were tiring, but neither was willing to concede. Finally
Wayne pushed fred's tired legs out from under him and pinned him to the
floor. Everyone in the room cheered, that is, except for slave fred.

Wayne looked at fred's owner for permission. "Go ahead, fuck the lousy
loser!" fred got down on all fours and Wayne slipped out of his singlet. He
was in no special rush. He was savoring this moment of glory. Someone
handed him the lube and he turned 360 as he applied it to his cock, though
he knew inside that his still small penis wasn't going to have trouble
penetrating that well used hole. Wayne centered his cock between the boy's
jock straps and then went in easily and pumped away. He pretended it was
Raven's hole, the only other one he had ever been inside. That fantasy soon
brought him over the top and he let loose his store of boy cum.

He picked up his singlet and sat back down, too hot and sweaty to put it
back on. Raven threw him the shirt he had brought. Wayne looked and saw him
motioning to rub it in his armpits, to use it like a towel. Wayne did and
waited to be called up again. But as the morning fun continued, the wheel
didn't land on Gerald's name again.

After lunch was the boys swim time. The camp had a large beautiful olympic
pool, and at this time only the boys could use it. It was the one time of
the day they were free to just be boys. The leather harnesses came off, and
most of the other minimal costumes. A couple boys swam in their white
briefs and slave brenda kept his skirt and bra on. Of course in no time
their dicks were showing through the wet cloth anyway so Wayne couldn't
figure why they didn't just get naked. slave adam was the lifeguard. He
obviously knew what he was doing. The boys splashed each other in the
pool. They jumped off the diving board, their young dicks flying. They
chased each other around the pool, even though the lifeguard whistled for
them to stop. They weren't used to following the orders of another slave. A
few boys gave each other blow jobs or rim jobs along the pool's edge, but
mostly they just swam, and joked and had fun with each other, for once away
from the earshot of their Masters.

The Masters had on their speedos and were sunbathing on lounges around the
pool, watching the boys play. Throughout this one time of the day, none of
them gave their slaves any orders, sexual or otherwise. Several of them
were rubbing their crotches as they watched and every once in a while,
Wayne caught a glimpse of one who couldn't hold back any more, pulled his
cock out of his speedo and jacked off to climax. It was a relaxing time for
both men and boys.

After the swim, a volley ball game got started, some horse shoes, as well
as just relaxed fucking around the grounds. Raven taught Wayne a new
game. He was blindfolded and then lap fucked by three men. He had to guess
which one was his Master. Of course, this proved to be no challenge at
all. After that they strolled together, Gerald and Wayne.

"Are you having fun, slave boy?"

"Fuck, yes."

"This morning you really fucked that kid's ass in wrestling."

"I sure did, Sir." He stood there and ground his hips back and forth
imitating his own fuck style.

Raven laughed. "I was real proud of you. But I'm proud of you anyway,
whether you win or lose."

"Why did you have me wipe my sweat on the shirt?"

"When you get home next week, your momma will wonder why all your clothes
are still clean. We have to get some of them sweaty before then. Maybe when
you shit tomorrow morning, after you wipe yourself, go to the car and get
one of your undies and wipe your ass a little. That'll look good."

"Skidmarks," Wayne said.

"Yeah, skidmarks." Raven smiled, then he looked pensive. "Wayne, tomorrow
is trade off day."

"Some of the kids were talking about it in the pool but I didn't understand
it."

"Well, it's a way for slaves to get to know some different Masters, and
vice versa. It's the time when we men share our slave boys. Tomorrow,
you're going to take your orders from a new Master." Raven knew that Wayne
was starting to look worried. "Don't worry, Son. I won't let anything bad
happen to you. I've been talking to some of the men and there are a couple
I think you will work well with. You'll find out tomorrow afternoon which
one I've chosen."

"Tomorrow afternoon?"

"Yes, trade off day begins right after swim time."

"But who will bring you your food? Make your bed? And, and . . . " Wayne
really wanted to know, but didn't ask, "Who will sleep with me?"

"Don't worry, another man will lend me his slave for the day. You'll see,
it will be fun."

The following afternoon the boys were somewhat less rambunctious at the
pool. There was a lot of hushed whispering as they speculated on whom they
were assigned to. As they were drying off, the men began to claim their
temporary slaves for the next 24 hours. Master Bruce tapped Wayne on the
shoulder and told him to follow him. This was the man Raven had chosen?
Why? Why did he think they'd work well together. But Wayne had learned to
be submissive.

"Now, listen to me, slave boy. I'm only going to say this once."

"Yes, Sir."

"The one thing I demand of a slave is respect. I will expect nothing less
from you than total respect. Is that clear?"

Wayne gulped, "Yes, Sir."

"OK, slave boy, follow me."

"Yes, Sir."

Master Bruce pointed to the cabin where Wayne would be that night and then
led his charge around the grounds. When Wayne passed his own cabin, he
caught a glimpse of Master Gerald. Little lester was riding on his
shoulders as he ran up the stairs to the cabin, two at a time. Wayne really
felt terrible.

Some of the men and older boys had organized a baseball game in the
field. Other men were enjoying the pool now that the boys' exclusive time
had ended. Right outside the pool, some men had lost no time in fucking
their new slaves and testing their cocksucking capabilities. There were all
sorts of fun things happening throughout camp. Obviously, even little
lester was having fun. But not Wayne. Master Bruce seemed to be all
business, no games sexual or otherwise. He took Wayne down to the boats and
had him row him around the pond while he just sat like some prince of the
Nile.

They returned to the cabin and Bruce said, "I'm going to take a shower now,
slave boy. So set out what I need." Yeah, like he had really worked up a
sweat with all that rowing.

Wayne found the soap, shampoo, washcloth and towel while Master Bruce got
out of his speedo. Before he got into the shower, he listed the clothes
slave wayne should lay out for him to wear to supper. Wayne was getting the
correct tie off the rack when Master Bruce barked, "Get in here and soap my
ass clean, slave boy." Wayne stepped into the shower.  He always enjoyed
long luxuriant showers with Raven, but this time as soon as he washed the
man's big hairy ass, he was dispatched to finish with the wardrobe.

Master Bruce emerged from the shower to find all his clothes neatly laid
out on the bed. He ordered Wayne to hold each item as he either stepped
into it or put arms through it. Wayne was able to anticipate each article
and have it ready as soon as it was called for.

Fully dressed, Master Bruce acknowledged, "You're a fast learner, slave
wayne."

"Fuck, yes," Wayne said proudly.

Silence hung in the air like death. When the words did come, they were slow
and calculated: "What did you say, slave boy?"

"I said `Fuck,' Sir. I'm sorry, Sir." Mr. Wheeler all over again.

"Now, listen to me, slave boy. I'm only going to say this once. There is
only one way a slave can use the word `Fuck.' And that is to make a
request, `Please fuck me, Sir.' `Fuck me harder, Sir. `Please fuck my sorry
slave ass, Sir.' Any other use of the word shows disrespect. Now is that
clear, slave boy?"

"F-, f-, uh, Yes, Sir."

In the final chapter, slave wayne finishes his 24 hours with Master Bruce,
is punished for showing disrespect, has a showdown with slave lester, and
ends up proving he has learned the true meaning of respect.