Date: Fri, 24 Dec 2004 09:48:08 -0500 From: Herb Cat <herb_cat@lycos.com> Subject: Wayne the Wrestler chapter 5 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 5 With school shortening their hours to a precious few, Wayne and Raven made the most of their Wednesdays together. Raven was always already naked when he arrived, and Wayne stripped quickly. Their routine started with a wrestling review, then coke in the kitchen with a review of the week at school. Then bedroom and bathroom games, and after a mutual shower, some quiet time in the bed together. After the wrestling review one week, Raven took hold of Wayne's biceps. "Fuck, you're getting some real muscles now, slave boy. Have you been eating right and getting your sleep like the coach said?" "Fuck, yeah. And I run a half mile every day." Raven reached down and felt the boy's quadriceps and nodded approvingly. "Can I feel your thigh muscles, Mr. Raven?" "Of course, slave boy." Raven never saw it coming. Wayne wrapped his arms around Raven's right leg, planted his own right foot between Raven's feet, and keeping his head low and his arms close to his body pulled up. Raven toppled. "Fuck, that wasn't fair." But he was laughing. "I'm sorry,' Wayne giggled. "But you sure are learning a lot. That was a perfect penetration." Raven raised his hand and feigned that he needed Wayne to help pull him up. Wayne grabbed the hand and in no time found himself flipped over, and Raven's whole weight pressing down on his shoulder. "Hey, that's no fair." They both laughed. "I guess I better go out and buy a regulation wrestling mat. I don't want to get hurt by my own slave boy." They laid on the floor a long time, chuckling and teasing each other, before Wayne remarked, "It's been a long time since you taught me any new stuff, Mr. Raven." "What do you mean? You're learning all kinds of wrestling moves now." "I don't mean wrestling. I mean new games. Did you run out of games to play with me?" Raven laughed. "Fuck, you can never run out of those games, slave boy." After thinking a few moments, "I know another game we can play, it's the rimming game." "The rimming game?" "Yep. But we have to play it after our shower." Wayne jumped up, almost spilling his soda, and dashed up the stairs. By the time Raven caught up with him, he was in the shower with the water running. "Well, OK, I guess we'll shower now." It wasn't a leisurely shower this time; Wayne was anxious to get it over with and start the rimming game. But Raven took a long time washing Wayne's asshole, and insisted Wayne do the same with his. They dried off and went into the bedroom. "Do you remember last summer when you squatted down on the sprinkler and counted to ten?" "Fuck, of course I do. That made my asshole feel real tingly." Raven threw the pillows on the floor and laid down in the center of the bed. "OK, get up here and squat down on top of my face, slave boy." Wayne grinned widely and did as he was told. "Should I count to ten?" "Nope, there's no rush this time. Now squat down lower." Raven held the little hips and guided them into position. Wayne felt contact as his rectal cheeks came to rest on Raven's facial cheeks. All of a sudden, something moist was tickling his hole and making him giggle. "Fuck, that feels funny." "Hmphth," Raven replied. "When you talk, it feels even funnier. It makes my asshole buzz. Do it again." "Hmphth," and Raven's tongue began to probe at the innocent little cherry. "I hope we washed all the shit off," Wayne giggled. "Hmphth." "Can you breathe, Mr. Raven?" "Hmphth." Raven lifted Wayne up. "I can now." They both laughed. Wayne hopped up and laid down beside Raven. "Let me do it, let me do it." "I can't put this great big old ass on your little face, slave boy. You'd suffocate." Wayne's lips turned down. "But you can still rim my ass. Get up." Wayne brightened, stood up on the bed, bounced three times and jumped on the floor. Raven knelt beside the bed, put his chest down, and reached back to pull his ass cheeks apart. Wayne dove right in, pressing his face deep into the inviting crack. He stuck out his little tongue and felt nothing. He wiggled his head in deeper and finally the tip of his tongue touched the hole. "You got it, slave boy." "Hmphth," Wayne said and then they both laughed so hard, Wayne had to pull out. He took a deep breath and dove in again. This time his little tongue actually penetrated the hole, as Raven concentrated on relaxing his sphincter. The kid licked and licked. "Taste good, slave boy?" "Hmphth." "Feels real good to me." "Hmphth." "You ever going to come up for air, slave boy?" "Hmphth." Eventually, Wayne did surface. "Wow, Fuck, that was great. I love the way your ass tastes, Mr. Raven. I like the way it smells. Oh, I don't mean shitty. I just washed it in the shower. But still your ass has a smell, a wonderful smell." "Maybe it's my musk, slave boy. I started to get sweaty when I was licking your asshole and there must have been musk in my sweat." "Whatever it was, it tasted awesome. Can I eat your ass again?" "Let's wait 'til next time. My ass is all tingly right now. The rimming game will be our little snack each week." "Coke and ass, sounds like a great snack." Again they both laughed and then laid down in bed for a cuddle. After a couple minutes of satisfying silence, Wayne said, "I wonder if I'll ever have a slave boy?" "You might. Or you might not, Wayne. We don't know what kind of soul you have yet." "Soul?" Raven explained, "When two men play the slave game, one is the Master and the other is his slave. The slave obeys the Master's commands. If you have the soul of a slave, you are glad to see your Master happy. You show him complete respect. You call him Sir. You can't wait to do all you can for him. You might clean his house, cook his meals, whatever the Master asks." Wayne listened with rapt attention. He tried to visualize a grown man following orders like scratch your ass, stand on one foot, lick my ass. "I like to follow orders," and then Wayne deliberately added, "Sir." Raven went on, "But the Master also has rules to follow." "Fuck, really?" "Yes, if you have the soul of a Master when you grow up, then you have to treat your slave with respect too. The slave belongs to you like your car or your furniture, and you want to take good care of all your property. But unlike a car, a human being can get hurt in a lot of ways. The slave is trusting you to always keep him safe. The slave trusts that you will never give him an order that will hurt him. It's a big responsibility." "Wow." Wayne had obviously never thought that there were rules in the slave game for both people. "Respect. That's the important word, slave boy. You respect me and I respect you. And other people too. You should respect your momma, your coach, your teachers, the other kids in school, everyone." "Everyone, Sir?" "Yep, everyone. Everyone is a special human being and deserves respect." Wayne began to feel a little guilty inside. "There's this boy at school. He's kind of goofy. Benny. He goes to special classes and he asks stupid questions. He makes us laugh." "Your friends laugh at him?" "Yeah, you know, because he's goofy, like I said, Sir." Raven was starting to get the picture. "Wayne, there are all kinds of people in this world. There are kids who learn fast . . ." "Like me." "Yeah, like you, and kids who learn slow. There are Masters and there are slaves. There are boys who like girls, and boys who like boys. Everyone is different, Wayne, and everyone is special. You need to respect everybody no matter who it is." "Yes, Sir." "Now, I'm going to give you a new order, slave boy." "Yes, Sir." "This week at lunch instead of sitting with your friends, I want you to sit with Benny." "Huh?" "That's right, and I want you to talk to him and listen to him and not laugh at him." "I can't laugh?" "You can laugh with him like when he tells a joke he thinks is funny. You can laugh to build up his self-respect. But you can't laugh at him. How would you feel if people laughed at you?" "I'd think there was something wrong with me." "Well, that's how he must feel, but there is nothing wrong with him. He's just different, like you are different. Everyone in that school is tearing down his self-respect; he needs a friend to feel good about himself. You're going to be his friend, Wayne." "Yes, Sir." ------ The following week, Raven watched as Wayne came trudging up the walk. "Uh, oh," he thought to himself. "There's no smile, no skip." Wayne came in and sat down to slowly untie his shoe. "You remember the order you gave me last week, Mr. Raven." "Yes," he replied but thought to himself, "Oh, fuck, what have I done?" Wayne continued to strip, extremely slowly, as he recited his tale, "Well, at lunch on Thursday I sat with Benny, just like you said, and I knew the guys were watching me. But I started to talk to Benny and I asked him what he liked to do and he told me, and we were like talking like that and then a couple of my friends came over and started razzing him and I told them to bug off, and then they said `leave the two retards alone,' though they knew I wasn't no retard, and later I told them `that wasn't a nice thing to say,' and they said `fuck you,' and I said `what if someone made fun of you,' like you said, and they just said `fuck you' and started calling me a retard again. And then on Friday I sat with Benny again and I found out he's a nice kid. I laughed at his jokes, like you said, and he laughed at mine, and we had fun. But over the weekend no one came over to play with me. None of my friends. And then Monday on the bus they said I better sit with them at lunch or they were going to beat me up. Well, I think maybe I could beat them one at a time with my muscles and all, but I don't know about all at once, and Momma told me not to be a bully and . . . " by now, Wayne had all his clothes off, and sat bare assed on the carpet. Raven, antsy from listening to all this tedium and wondering when he'd get to the punch line, had already plopped down on the couch. ". . . and so at lunch, I sat with Benny anyway and you know what happened?" "Finally," thought Raven to himself. "Well, just then, Coach Johnston came along and he sat right down with Benny and me, I mean there was no one else at our table anyway, and I knew all the guys were watching me, and I was waiting for Coach to ask me why I was sitting at the retard table, and instead Coach asks us, `are you two boys having a good time?' and I said, `Yes, Coach' and I was real careful not to say, `Fuck, Yes, Coach,' but I almost said it, and then he said, `And you too, Benny, are you enjoying yourself?' and . . ." try as he might, Wayne couldn't keep the straight face any longer. It had been a real strain keeping this pretense of despondency going this long. He grinned a big grin and then continued, ". . . and Benny says, `Yes, Dad.' and Coach says, `I'm glad, Son.' and he gets up and walks away and I look and I see all my old friends, they just have their jaws hanging way open." Wayne jumped up and hopped on Raven's lap. "Thank you, Mr. Raven, thank you for making me sit with Benny." Raven gave him a big hug. "You didn't know Benny was his son?" "Fuck, no. Nobody did." "Do you still sit with him?" "Fuck, yeah, he's lots of fun to be with. I let a couple of my old friends join us too." "You let them?" "Yeah, Walter and Sean, `cause they told me they were sorry and they wanted to join us, but I didn't let Arnold join us. "Why not?" "Well, he's on the wrestling team and I figured he just wanted to suck up to the Coach. He's a brown nose." Raven smiled, "You might be right. You are a smart boy." Raven found Wayne's choice of invective ironic, seeing that he had just learned to kiss ass, but he kept the irony to himself. "You know I'm mad at you." Wayne jerked his head, "Why?" "For that act you pulled before, coming in all long faced and mopey, and talking real somber like. You were pulling my leg." Wayne giggled and felt Raven's cock twitch under his naked thighs. ------ Wayne was all excited. The whole team was. They were on the bus traveling to their first dual meet, against the Wildcats. Everyone was shouting and bragging. "We're gonna kick their ass, right? Hey, Coach, we're gonna kick their ass!" Johnston just turned around in the front seat of the bus and smiled at them. Then the chant started, "Kick their ass, Kick their ass." But the boys in the back of the bus were shouting "Fuck their ass" instead. Wayne wondered if Coach heard the difference. They arrived at the school and paraded into the gym. They were given the girls locker room to change and have their pregame pep session. Then they ran out into the gym together, "The Squirrels, The Squirrels." But of course they weren't on their home turf. Some of the parents from their school had traveled to the meet to support them, but Wayne's momma had scheduled a permanent that day, neglecting to consult the team's schedule on the fridge. Each boy had his weight class verified. There was one other Squirrel in Wayne's weight class, and it turned out there were two Wildcats in that class, so those matches worked out easily. In the other classes, some finagling had to be done so that each boy would be able to compete at least once. Wayne sat down on the bench, waited his turn, and tried to put the butterflies to sleep. He started looking around the stands. In the front row, he saw Benny sitting with someone he assumed was his mother, the Coach's wife. When he caught his eye, he waved at him. Benny waved back, but Wayne noticed another hand waving several rows up in the stands. He squinted to decipher who it was and then opened both eyes and his mouth wide. It was Raven. That was the incentive Wayne needed. He had new resolve to "kick ass." He adjusted his basket in its jock and started watching the other matches. When Wayne's turn came, he faced a Wildcat who was a few inches taller, but that didn't phase him. He knew size wasn't the deciding factor. In the first period, neither one got a pin, but Wayne scored a reversal and his opponent got Wayne's shoulder briefly on the mat for a nearfall. Wayne won the coin toss for the second period and chose to start bottom. He felt confident in that position. Sure enough, he quickly scored an escape. At the end of the two minutes, the referees consulted and awarded Wayne the decision. Raven jumped up and shouted. The rest of the team slapped Wayne on the back, - well, most of them on the ass. When the meet was over, the Squirrels lost, but Wayne had nothing to be ashamed of. There was no false bravado shouting on the trip home, but Wayne was so happy that Raven saw him wrestle. In chapter 6, Wayne gets in trouble in school, watches a wrestling DVD, asks Raven an important question, and learns to finger fuck himself.