Date: Fri, 24 Dec 2004 09:49:18 -0500
From: Herb Cat <herb_cat@lycos.com>
Subject: Wayne the Wrestler chapter 6

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 6

Mr. Raven watched the bus drive by his house. He had planned a special
afternoon of fun.  There were cans of Wayne's favorite soda in the fridge,
warm towels tumbling in the dryer, a big bowl of freshly popped popcorn,
and the special DVD was in the player. It was a wrestling film he'd ordered
from Can-Am. It had arrived that morning. As soon as he got home from the
local Mailboxes Unlimited, he popped it in, got out of his clothes and
watched it, beating off while he imagined the fun Wayne would have watching
his first porn movie. But now he didn't see Wayne get off the bus.

He waited and worried. Maybe he just missed the bus. But as much as he
tried, he couldn't help imagining the worst scenarios: Wayne was
hurt. Wayne was mad at him about something. Wayne forgot. These were all
equally tragic in his mind. After half an hour, he got his clothes back on
and debated, "Should I go out looking for him? But where? I know where he
lives, but I can't just go up to the door and ask his mother. And if I'm
not here, what will Wayne do if he comes." Raven paced the room. He was
beside himself with worry.

He had no way of knowing what happened in Wayne's Science class. The lesson
was on the difference between vertebrates and invertebrates. Wayne was
really getting into it, because he always loved learning new things. And he
liked Mr. Wheeler who made Science so much fun. The lesson was filled with
lots of animal jokes and the class was laughing. At one point, Mr. Wheeler
asked if worms had backbones. Wayne thought it was a silly question and
called out, "Fuck, no." The lesson stopped. Mr. Wheeler got all serious.
Wayne's answer was correct, of course, but he knew immediately his phrasing
was inappropriate. He thought of his mother. Mr. Wheeler told him to come
to the Science office at the end of school. Wayne realized right away that
meant he couldn't get to Raven's house on time. But there was nothing he
could do. He couldn't call Raven. He didn't dare disobey Wheeler. His
little heart sank.

After school, Mr. Wheeler talked to him about swearing in class. "What's
gotten into you, boy?" A question which had no answer. He made him copy the
definition of "profanity" out of the dictionary. Wayne wondered why he
didn't also ask for the definition of "fuck," but he thought it wiser not
to ask. "Now you think about what you've done." Then he had to sit there
while Mr. Wheeler graded papers until the late bus was ready to leave. By
the time he ran up Raven's walk, it was almost time to head home for
supper.

Raven swung open the door and Wayne raced in. "Where were you? I was
worried sick.  What the fuck happened, slave boy?" Wayne started taking off
his clothes, but Raven stopped him. Wayne realized that Raven was all
dressed up ready to go out. He saw the bowl of popcorn. He was confused,
but he told the whole story of the Science lesson and how Wheeler kept him
late. Raven told him to sit on the couch. He was reacting so strange.  "You
know, I have to punish you, Son."

"Huh?" Wayne's jaw dropped, "But Mr. Wheeler already . . ."

Raven shushed him. He took a deep sigh and continued, "I love you very
much, Wayne."

"Yes, I know that."

"And I never want you to get into trouble. I'll do all I can to keep you
out of trouble." Tears began to trickle down Wayne's cheeks. "When you were
a little boy, I'm sure you don't remember, but I bet sometimes when your
momma took you shopping that you would try to pull away from her." Wayne
thought. He couldn't remember doing that, but he saw little kids doing it
all the time in the parking lot. "She probably slapped your hand. Maybe she
even spanked you. Because she knew if you pulled away, you might get run
over. She punished you because she loved you. She wanted to protect you, to
keep you from getting into trouble." Wayne understood. "That is why I have
to punish you now. I love you and I want to protect you."

"Yes, sir," Wayne blubbered.

"Now stand up and pull your pants down to your knees. Pull your undies down
also." Wayne started to kick off one sneaker. "No, do what I sat, slave
boy." Raven spoke softly and deliberately. "You are not taking your clothes
off today. You are just baring your ass." Wayne did as he was told. "Now
lay across my lap, my little slave boy, face down." Wayne took the position
and shut his eyes tight. The first whack of Raven's broad open palm on his
buttock took his breath away. The second made him holler, but Raven
continued, counting out the strokes. At ten, he stopped. Wayne was bawling
now, shaking uncontrollably. Raven stood him up, pulled his undies up
carefully over his red ass, and then tenderly straightened his trousers. He
pulled the boy toward him and held him in a tight embrace.

"I'm sorry."

"I know, my little slave boy."

"It won't happen again."

"I hope not."

"Do you . . ."

Again Mr. Raven stopped him. He knew what Wayne was going to ask. "Wayne, I
love you very, very much."

Wayne let loose the tears again and leaned on Raven's chest. "Can I still
come here on Wednesdays?"

"Yes, my boy, I want you to come every single Wednesday. Just like
always. Now come into the bathroom. I want to wash your face before you
go. It's almost time to go home."

"Do I have to tell Momma about this?"

"Yes, tell her how Mr. Wheeler kept you after school. The school might have
called her, so you can't lie about what you said. When she hears the story,
she might want to wash your mouth out with soap. But don't tell her about
us. That's still our secret." Raven smiled at him, "And don't let her see
your little red ass." Wayne laughed, gave Raven a big hug and started home.

------

The following week, Raven repeated all his preparations and Wayne sat
watching the movie. Nothing was said about the spanking. Wayne called the
play by play as the two young men wrestled on the screen. He knew all the
right terminology. But he also recognized that they weren't following all
the rules. They grabbed each other's dicks a lot.  The first period seemed
to drag on and on. "Coach uses a special clock that buzzes at the end of
two minutes, so we know when to stop."

"Well, in this movie, they follow their own rules."

"Fuck, they sure do, Sir." Wayne took another handful of popcorn.

"They don't keep score; instead they wrestle every period until someone
gets pinned." As soon as he said it, one of the wrestlers gave the other a
crotch lift, threw him on the mat and knelt on his shoulder. Immediately,
they took their positions for period two, one down and one top, and started
in again.

"Hey, they're supposed to wait for thirty seconds, Sir."

"No, the rest time is just for boys your age." In the second period, hands
kept clenching buttocks and faces kept getting buried in crotches, and
eventually the loser of the first pin prevailed, so the match went to a
third. By then both men were sweating like pigs, but both appeared resolute
on winning the final pin. Exhausted, one finally collapsed. At the end of
the first match, Wayne was delighted when the two took off their
singlets. "Look, they're getting naked just like you and me." He started
another pull of his coke, but stopped mid-swig. He sat and gawked as the
winner of the match proceeded to fuck the loser's ass.  "Wow," he said
quietly.

Raven turned off the DVD. "We'll watch the next match later, OK, slave
boy?"

"Yeah, sure, Sir." Wayne was lost in thought. They played two of his
favorite games for a while, the blow job game and then the golden showers,
and Wayne laughed and told Raven he liked playing with him, but something
was obviously diverting his attention.

After their shower, while they cuddled on the bed, Raven finally asked
him. "OK, Wayne, tell me what's on your mind. I know you're thinking about
something. Is it the spanking last week?"

Wayne quickly turned to look in his face. "Fuck, no, Sir. I wasn't thinking
about that."

"Then what is it? You've been distracted all afternoon."

Wayne had been thinking about the DVD. He thought about the kids chanting
on the bus to the wrestling meet about fucking their ass. He looked at this
wonderful man with his wide little eyes and quietly asked, "Mr. Raven, are
you ever gonna fuck my ass?"

Raven gave him a tight hug. "Is that what you were thinking about all this
time?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Would you like me to fuck your ass, slave boy."

"Fuck, yeah," and he jumped up off the bed and took the doggy position on
the floor that the loser in the movie had taken. "C'mon, please."

"Come back up here." Raven was smiling a wide grin. "I would love to fuck
your ass, slave boy, . . . some day. Right now, you just aren't ready. Your
ass isn't ready. I could hurt it real bad if I tried to fuck it now. Your
ass is too small for my big cock. I will never hurt you, slave boy. For
now, you'll just have to settle for a face fuck, you cocksucker."

"Bona Fide cocksucker."

"That's right, the best cocksucker in the world."

Wayne sat on the bed. "Can we make my asshole bigger somehow, like we make
your cock grow?"

"Yes, there are ways to make the hole bigger, but it takes time. You know
all about muscles, Wayne. Mr. Wheeler taught you about them in Science
class and Coach Johnston has you working on the weights to build your
muscles." Wayne flexed his biceps. "Yep, I see you've been doing your
exercises. Well, the asshole is a muscle, too." Wayne listened fascinated.
Wheeler had never talked about this. "It's a ringshaped muscle, called the
sphincter."  Wayne mouthed the new word. "You have to exercise and flex it,
just like any other muscle."

"Can you teach me how to exercise it, Sir?"

"I'd love to, but you can't expect results right away. It takes time,
Wayne. Lay down on the bed." Raven stood up and went to his dresser. He
took out a white tube.

"What's that, toothpaste?"

"No, this is called lube. You have to use it or your ass is really going to
hurt a lot. Here, put a dab on your middle finger."

"That's the finger we use to flip the bird." They both laughed.

"Yes it is, now pull up your knees and poke that finger into your hole."

Wayne followed the instructions, scrunching up his face. "It hurts a
little."

"Yes, that's why you have to practice. I'm going to let you take this tube
home. Whenever you're alone, I want you to finger fuck your asshole. It
will hurt less and less. You might even be able to put two fingers in at
once."

"Wow, thank you, Sir." Wayne sat fingering his ass hole, pushing in and
out. "Hey, it hurts less already." Wayne jumped up. C'mon let's watch the
next part of that wrestling movie. He grabbed the tube and ran downstairs.

Raven grabbed a towel and ran after him. He got the towel on the couch just
in time before Wayne sat down. "Your ass is greasy now; you don't want to
ruin my furniture, do you?"

"Oh, OK. I mean, No, Sir." Wayne sat there with his knees up, his feet
against his buttocks, and his finger in his ass, as they watched the second
match. When the loser got fucked this time, Wayne looked up at Raven and
smiled.

In chapter 7, Raven finger fucks Wayne, Wayne has his first conscious
ejaculation, gets a couple presents, and goes trick-or-treating.