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"Nightfair" (Teen Boys, 13-14, cons.)
Part 1of 3
by Luz Rojo

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Disclaimer:  This story contains descriptions of sexual activity and
centers around two teenage boys ages 13 and 14.  If you think this
might be the type of material that offends you, if it is illegal to
read this type of material where you live, of if you are a minor
DO NOT READ ANY FURTHER.

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"You don't really believe that crap, do you?"

"Hell, yes!  Don't you?"

Ty just shook his head, putting down the Playboy he'd been looking at.
It wasn't like he thought his friend was deliberately lying or
anything, he just didn't believe the stories were true.

"Look, it's gotta be real," Chris insisted, sitting on the foot of
Ty's bed.  "Nobody would make up shit like this." 

Ty remained unconvinced as he stretched back across the "Star Wars"
bed sheets, locking his fingers behind his head as he settled against
the pillow.  "It doesn't make any sense.  I mean, it can't be legal,
and how do you keep something like this a secret?"

"I'm telling you, I heard it myself, first hand, from Josh!"

Ty was visibly shocked.  "Josh has been on it?"

"No, doofus!  Jeez!  Josh is only nine.  But his big brother, Billy,
is almost 17 and he told Josh all about it, then Josh told me."

"So Billy's actually been to it?"

Chris hung his head a little, "Well, not exactly.  But Josh said that
Billy said he knew a guy who actually went on the thing.  That's how
he heard about it."

Ty rolled his eyes, "So you've never really talked to someone who's
actually done it?"

"Ty!  Guys who've really done it don't talk about it," Chris
hesitated, "at least, not to guys like us."

That was true.  He and Chris, at thirteen and fourteen years old, were
always the last to hear about anything.  Especially things that had to
do with sex.

Chris took his Penthouse Forum, put it with Ty's Playboy, and stuffed
both back under the mattress.

"Tomorrow's the last day of the fair.  If we're gonna do it we gotta
do it tomorrow.  So, you in or out?"

The younger boy thought about it.  "How much?"

Chris hesitated before answering.  "Twenty bucks."

"Twenty bucks!"  Ty bolted upright, "For one stinkin' ride!?"

"It's not LIKE other rides," Chris insisted.  "This is like a totally
different thing.  A secret, grown up thing."

"Yeah, but... Twenty bucks!?"

"Come on, I know you got it."

Sure Ty had it.  Barely.  After spending the summer mowing lawns he'd
already blown most of his money, and this was only October.  All he
had left was about thirty dollars.  The idea of throwing most of it
away on a single ride really didn't jazz him.

"Look, I'm paying for myself, you just gotta cover yours.  I don't
want to do this without you, man.  Come on, you're my best friend.
Let's do this together."

"Oh, man..." Ty sighed.  He hated it when Chris pulled the "you're my
best friend" card on him.  Of course they were best friends. They'd
been best friends since first grade.  They did everything together,
hanging around, playing, swimming, sleeping over.  Hell, they even
took baths and showers together.

Suddenly Chris sprang on top of Ty, grabbing him by the arms and
pushing him back on the bed.  He pinned him there.  "Come on you dorky
doofus!  Say it already!" the older boy insisted.

"Chris...?" Ty pleaded as he lightly struggled to get free of the
bigger boy's grip.  Chris was always doing shit like this, suddenly
grabbing him in a head lock, giving him nookies or getting on top and
wrestling.  Actually, Ty kinda liked it, but always pretended to
fight, struggling and squirming against his attacker.

"Come on now, say 'Yes master,'" Chris insisted playfully.

"Ah, Chris!" Ty protested, bucking up and down against the bigger boy
as he tried to bounce him off.

"Say it!" Chris repeated.

They squirmed around a little more before Ty finally conceded,
"Alright, I'll do it."

"Nooo, not like that!  You're my slave, you gotta say 'Yes, sir' or
'Yes, Master,' or something like that.  Now come on, do it slave!"

Ty struggled with renewed vigor and the two boys wrestled on the bed
harder and longer as Ty feigned resistance.  Finally Chris leaned down
until he and Ty were touching noses.  "Say it..." Chris said, still
keeping Ty's arms pinned tightly.

"All right," Ty finally said with a sigh, reluctantly conceding, "Yes,
Master, I'll do it."

"Nope," Chris said, "That's not good enough now.  Now you gotta beg me
to take you along."

Ty tried to push the older boy off, "You shit!"

"Do it!" Chris said sternly, easily holding the younger boy captive,
"Say 'Master I beg you to take me on this great adventure.'"

Ty bounced his hips up and down, trying to throw the older boy off.
It was the same as always between them.  Chris had to be the boss, it
never changed.  But this time something was different.

Ty stopped struggling as he looked into his friend's eyes. Chris
always had these serious, commanding baby-blues, but something wasn't
the same this time.  His friend was looking at him with an oddly
hungry look he'd never seen before.  Why?
 
Whatever the reason, it made Ty feel funny inside.

"Yes, Master," he finally said, sounding surprisingly sincere in his
pleading.  "Please, Master, let me go with you?"

Chris almost looked disappointed that the struggle was over.  Slowly
he sat up, releasing his tight grip on the boy as he sat back onto
Ty's hips.

As Chris put his weight against his groin Ty suddenly realized that,
at some point during their little wrestling match, his dick had gotten
stiff.  He hoped Chris wouldn't feel it.

If he did, if he was at all aware of Ty's condition, Chris didn't show
it.  He said nothing, just stared at his friend with that odd look.
 
"Okay then.  We do it tomorrow." 

Ty nodded reluctantly.  "Tomorrow," he answered and both worried what
they were really getting into.

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The lights of the midway sparkled against the gloaming sky as the boys
parked their bikes and began looking.  All day they had been thinking
about what they were going to do.  Now that they were actually here
neither boy was completely sure he wanted to go through with it, but
both were too proud to admit it. 

"Geez, there's so many.  How are we supposed to know which one it is?"
Ty asked.

"It won't be with the others," Chris informed him.  "They say it's off
by itself in a corner where no one would pay any attention to it if
they didn't know what they were looking for."

"What ARE we looking for?" Ty asked.

"It's supposed to be all blank except for the doors.  The doors are
supposed to be a really bright pink color.  'Hot Pussy Pink' is what
Josh's brother said."

"Shit..." Ty muttered as he looked at the size of the fair before him.
"I just hope we can find it before they close -- if it's even real."

"It's real," Chris said, trying as much to convince himself as Ty.
"Its gotta be real."

The two boys began wandering the grounds looking for any attraction
that fit the vague and mysterious description they'd been given.
Inside they knew this was the same county fair they'd been to with
their parents every year of their lives, but tonight, everything
seemed different.

The rides and games were the same as they'd always been, year after
year; there were the bumper cars, the Ferris wheel, the merry-go-round
and the tilt-a-whirl, all occupying the same spaces they'd been in
since they were kids.  But nothing felt the same.  Evil had descended
on the carnival and all the colored lights could do nothing to
vanquish its lurid paler from the dark corners where it lurked.  Every
clown's face was a twisted grinning mask, every barker eyeing them as
if they secretly knew what the boys were *really* doing here.

The whole thing made Ty uneasy and deep down he hoped they wouldn't
find the ride, even if it did exist. 

After searching for over an hour they found themselves on the opposite
side of the fair, far from the midway.  All the tents and displays
were dark here, where mostly the agricultural exhibits were held
during the day.

Ty was ready to call it quits when Chris suddenly grabbed him.

"Look," he whispered.

There, sitting alone in an empty corner, was a large blank exhibit.
It looked like a retired haunted house from the midway, the kind that
usually has those cheap little cars you ride.  But this one was
unpainted.  The main façade was practically blank and if not for the
old attendant standing at a podium in front, you'd have thought it was
unused.

"That old heap?"  Ty said, obviously disappointed by what he saw.

"Look at the doors!"

The doors, a heavy pair of swinging metal panels, were the only item
of color on the facade.

They were painted pink.

"Hot 'Pussy' Pink," Chris reminded him.

For the first time Ty seriously realized there was a chance the
stories he and Chris had heard might actually be true.  Stories told
only in whispers of a secret ride, a forbidden place, and the nasty,
grown up things that were done inside.  Things so dark and sinful that
no one who went in ever told what they *really* saw.

The boy felt a chill shoot down his spine, his dick twitched and grew
as he thought about what might lay on the other side of that
provocative entrance.  For a few moments neither boy dared to move.

"Well," Chris offered at length, "Guess we should go check it out."

Ty wasn't sure he wanted to.  Something about the place gave him the
creeps.  It was evil, profane, adult...he wasn't really ready to do
this.

"Come on," he felt Chris tugging at his arm.  "I didn't come all this
way just to stare at it.  I want to take a ride."

As if in a trance Ty felt himself being led to the small podium in
front of the ride where the withered attendant stood silently, reading
to himself.  Behind the man a small set of portable metal stairs led
from ground level up to the main platform of the ride.

"Hi," Chris said nervously to the man when they reached him.

The wizened old fellow looked up from his reading and eyed the boys
suspiciously.  Ty swallowed a lump in his throat and looked away.  He
found himself staring at the large pink letter "M" on the front of the
podium.

"Yeeesss?" the man said, drawing the word out beyond its natural
length.  His voice was low and gravely, his words sounding as if they
had been raked over hot coals in his throat.

Chris, with obvious nervousness, did the talking.  "We're...  we're
looking for, a...  a ride... This ride, I think."

The man offered nothing but a stare and after an awkward pause Chris
was finally forced to ask, "Is this...."  he couldn't bring himself to
say the name.  "Is this, the, aaaah...?"

"It is," the man answered, twisted words ebbing from his throat like
cancer.

Chris sighed and looked at Ty with a smile as if to say, 'See, I told
you it was real.'  He turned back to the attendant.

"We'd like two tickets."

The attendant looked the boys over carefully.

Although fully dressed in a T-shirt and shorts, Ty suddenly felt
completely naked.  The man had a sinister little goatee beard and the
most piercing eyes Ty had ever seen.  His face reminded him of someone
he'd seen in an old movie once, something his mother had rented, some
old musical, what was it...?  "Oliver!" that was it.  The man looked
like Fagin in the movie musical version of Oliver Twist.

Looking down at him Ty felt as if the man could see right through his
clothes. 

"Are you sure you boys are ready for this ride?" the man asked, his
course voice seeming somehow British, formal and proper, even as it
scraped over his teeth.

"Oh yeah," Chris responded excitedly, trying his best to sound pumped
up.  "We're totally psyched."

With considerable difficulty Ty managed to find his voice.  "Are
we..." he faltered, "Are we old enough, to go on this ride?" he asked,
secretly hoping for a last minute reprieve.

The man looked him over again and once more Ty got the absurd feeling
he could actually see right through his pants.  He felt as if the man
was checking him out, inspecting his hard, pounding boyhood and
counting every sparse follicle of recently acquired pubic hair.

"Oohhhh, yeeesssss," he said slow and cold.  "You'll do fine."

As the man extended a bony hand toward the boys Ty instinctively
pulled back.

"You know the price?" the man asked, holding his palm expectantly.

Chris had his money out in an instant, ready to go.  Ty hesitated,
then finally pulled four crumpled fives from his pocket and gave them
to the attendant.  Their hands touched, ever so briefly, flesh
touching flesh as money changed hands, and Ty felt a rash of
goose-bumps sweep across him.

Without a word, the man gestured the boys to follow him up the stairs
to the pink double-doors.  "Who goes first?" he asked.

The boys looked at each other before Chris finally answered.  "We
wanted to ride together."

The man shook his head.  "No.  This journey you take alone.  No one
rides with another."

Ty looked at Chris and shook his head.  He wasn't ashamed to admit it,
he was scared.  Something about this ride made him feel really creepy
all over.  Doing it with Chris, he thought he could handle it, but not
alone.  He couldn't do it alone.

With pleading eyes he looked at his friend, silently begging him to
call it off.

Chris looked a bit on edge himself and seemed to sense his friend's
meaning.  Ty was sure he was about to quit when he turned to the man
and said, "I'll go first."

Ty let out a tremor of breath and felt his knees begin to shake.

"Very well," the man continued, then turned to Ty.  He indicated a
small panel with two indicator lights beside the pink double-doors.

"Wait here until the light turns green, then you may enter, but not
before.  Understood?"

Ty nodded his understanding as words failed him entirely.

Silently the man took Chris through the doors.  The red indicator
light turned on.

Alone on the entrance platform Ty thought seriously about running
away.  What had he gotten himself into?  What was really going to
happen to him in there?  The stories had been vague, nothing specific.
Sex stuff, was all he knew.  Sex stuff of a grown up kind, not the
childish games little boys sometimes played.  Could it be true?

Maybe this whole thing was a trap, yes that was it, a trap, to catch
naughty boys and punish them.

Suddenly Ty remembered that scene in "Pinocchio," the one where the
boys were taken to an island for fun and games, only to be turned into
donkeys.  Maybe it was like that, an evil, wicked place where black
magic was worked against bad little boys who strayed into places they
shouldn't and poked their noses into grown up things they weren't
ready for.

The more he thought about it, the more he was ready to bolt and run.
But one thing kept him from doing it.

Whatever this place really was, Chris was already in there.  Chris was
his buddy.  Chris was his best friend.  No matter what, he couldn't
run off and leave him.

It was strange how much he cared for Chris, considering the way he
treated him; always pinning him down, wrestling him until he'd give
into whatever demand Chris made.  Yet until this moment he never
realized just how much he really cared for him.  The thought of losing
his friend frightened him far more than whatever lay on the other side
of those doors.
 
No, he couldn't leave him, no matter what.  Besides, what if this
really was just a fun "grown up" ride like Chris said.  He'd miss out
on it, and he'd already spent his money, and wouldn't get it back, so
he might as well...

The green indicator lit up. 

For a moment Ty couldn't move.  He stood frozen like a mannequin on
display in a store window, staring at the light.  Then, finally,
reluctantly, he gathered his courage and thinking only of his friend,
stepped through those pink doors.

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Whatever Ty had been expecting, it wasn't this.

There seemed to be nothing sinister here, nothing nefarious.  The
place was bright and clean, a far cry from the unimpressive, rundown
exterior.  To the side a black, bubble shaped amusement car sat on a
track that led through another pair of pink double-doors.  It reminded
Ty of the cars in the Haunted Mansion at Disneyland.

The attendant was waiting for him.  With a gesture he motioned him
toward the waiting car.

Ty stepped up and moved into it.  Inside the carriage area was a
softly cushioned seat, a restraining bar, and some concealed
mechanical stuff along the inside walls, boxes and armatures, the
purpose of which he could only guess at.  Before he sat down the man
said, "Wait.  Remove your shirt please."

For an instant the boy hesitated.  He already felt vulnerable enough
without getting undressed, even partially.  Finally he decided there
was no real harm in it.  This was a "grown up" ride, he'd just have to
be as adult about things as possible.  After all, he'd come this far.

With a quick pull he raised his T-shirt over his head and took it off.
Small, boyish nipples grew suddenly firm as they came in contact with
the cool air.  His chest was smooth and hairless.  Not an ounce of fat
on him, and every rib stood out visibly from his golden skin.

"Place it on the seat beside you," the man said and he did.

"Hold still while I strap you in."

The man reached over and snapped a couple of metal bands around the
boy's wrists.
 
'That's a weird kind of seat belt,' Ty thought as he got a good look
at them.  Each metal band clipped snuggly about his wrist like a
bracelet, but wasn't attached to anything except a loose metal cable
that ran to the corners of the car.

Suddenly, before Ty realized what was happening, the man grabbed his
pants.  With the skill of someone who'd done it a million times before
the man quickly undid the snap, the zipper and in one smooth motion
pulled them completely off.  Before the boy could react his shorts and
underwear were on the floor of the car, his erect little boy-ware on
public display.

"Hey!" Ty shouted as his hard dink sprang into the open air.  His
smooth, boyish four-incher bobbed in front of him, throbbing
shamelessly.

With quick, firm moves the man snapped two more bracelets to his
ankles, then put his hands on the boy.  Before he knew what was
happening Ty felt himself folded into a sitting position in the car.
'Holy shit!' he thought to himself, startled at the unbelievable power
and swiftness the old man had shown, 'How could that frail old guy be
that strong and fast!?'

"Stay seated," the man commanded, as if Ty had a choice.

The restraining bar swiftly dropped into place, just as on any other
amusement ride, only when this one snapped shut Ty felt something
different.

An odd, triangular shaped box slipped into place over his crotch,
completely enclosing his penis and testicles.  Ty felt a bizarre
sensation as the mechanism seemed to hum and vibrate slightly,
adjusting itself to fit snuggly between his legs and around his dick.

Ty tried to reach down and free himself but the restraining bar
prevented his hands from getting between his legs.  He tried to move,
to get out of the car, and felt a sudden pang of fear as he realized
he couldn't.  He was trapped, naked and totally at the mercy of the
machinery.

"Do not attempt to interfere with the 'Sensulator.'"  The man said,
indicating the box like device leeched to his groin.  "It is the
primary mechanism for the ride."

'A Sensulator!?' --  Even as Ty thought what a ridiculous name it was
a sudden, terrifying image leapt into his mind.  What was it for?
Sudden fears of castration and other horrors to his most tender organ
danced in his head.

"What is it?" he asked, his voice trembling,  "What'll it do to me?"

"Do not be alarmed.  The Sensulator acts as both sensor and pleasure
stimulator.  Its function is to provide you with pleasurable
stimulation during the ride while also allowing the machine to sense
what most excites you.

"As the ride progresses the program will tune itself more and more
completely to your specific areas of pleasure.  By the time you reach
the end you will be seeing only those things which most please and
excite you personally."

The man moved to a control panel and prepared to start the ride.
"Enjoy your journey," the man said as he pressed the start button and
the car lurched into motion.

"But be warned," he continued as the car began moving toward the
sealed double-doors ahead.  "You may not be comfortable with what you
truly desire."

And with that the car vanished, swallowed into the darkness that lay
beyond another set of those "Pussy Pink" doors.

(CONTINUED)

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"Nightfair" - End Part 1 of 3




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