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		    AT THEIR MERCY - PART 13

WELCOME TO ARM PITS

This is the Journal my masters want me to keep.  In it you will read
about scat and water games and the humiliation of a
forty-four-year-old man by three preteen boys and a fourteen-year-old.
You will also read about sexual activities between us and other teens
and adults.  My masters and I would like to give special thanks to
K******* (Sept 30), W***** and B** (Oct.1), J**o, J**h, K******* (Oct.
2), Sc*** (Oct. 3), St***, J**, and J**o (Oct. 4), W***** (Oct. 9),
and G*****, M****** and St*** (Oct. 10) for the ideas in this Part.  I
hope you will enjoy this account of my new life with my masters.

WEDNESDAY, SEPTEMBER 30

     Today Jarred and Josh drove me down to the part of town where the
tattoo parlour is and I thought for sure they were going to have me
get more tattoos or rings, but instead they stopped at an old, run
down theatre.  There was garbage all over and graffiti written on the
buildings.  They told me that there were xxx movies being shown in the
theatre, and that I was to go in and offer to blow every man that was
in there for thirty bucks a job.  Like my night as a prostitute, I was
to tell them that they could not come in my mouth.  I was to tell them
to cum on my bald head instead.  I reluctantly went into the building.
Initially I was hoping that there would be nobody there, but I was not
so lucky.  I slowly went down the aisle to the first man and went over
to sit beside him.  That was evidently common practice in such places
because as I sat down he readily removed his hand and showed me his
hard cock sticking out of his fly.  I made the offer and after a
moment's hesitation, he agreed.  I dropped to the filthy floor
littered with condoms and wadded tissue and candy bar wrappers.
Taking his equally filthy cock in my mouth, I began to suck on it.  He
had been watching the porno for some time evidently because he shot in
a matter of minutes, spraying his load on my bald pate.  I moved on to
the next man, eager to get this over with.  Seeing my cum-spattered
dome, he did not hesitate.  I soon had a second load added to the
first.  The third man was drunk and just handed me his wallet.  I
could not be sure he would not come in my mouth in his state, so I
jerked him off instead. He did not seem to care as long as someone
else got him off.  The fourth man was surprisingly a young man, just
old enough to be in such a place.  He eagerly paid the thirty dollars,
and when he came, he purposefully came on my forehead so his cum
trickled down my face.  I went on to the next man, so numbed by then
and so disgusted with myself and my fellow males, that I did not care.
I sucked cock after cock, allowing the slimy cum to trickle in my
face, down my cheeks, and off my chin.  My hair was matted with thick
clots of cum.  When I emerged three hours later, I had six hundred
dollars.  Jarred and Josh thought it delightful and took a dozen
pictures of me before we headed home.  I felt filthy and degraded
standing there before the two young boys.

THURSDAY, OCTOBER 1

     Master Tyler phoned me early this morning and told me to pick him
up some Kentucky Fried ChickenŠ and bring it to him at the Crestwood
Middle school just before noon.  He also told me to wear my soft faded
blue jeans and my pale blue shirt.  I arrived just before noon and
went into the back alley as he had instructed.  As I stood there
memories of an event that seemed so long ago came to my mind, the day
my masters had me come to the school and then strip and jerk off in
front of a group of their classmates.  As I thought about that and how
embarrassing that had been, I wondered if Master Tyler had something
like that planned.  I really hoped that he hadn't, but if he had, I
would do whatever was expected of me.  There are many things my
masters do that I do not understand, but which I will do and obey.
That is my purpose in life.  The school bell rang and the hordes of
children exited the six-hundred-pupil school.  Many of them headed up
or down the street, heading home for lunch.  Clusters headed off to
the nearest convenience store.  A few boys came to the alley and lit
up cigarettes.  A few girls also arrived and chatted with the boys and
then left.  Finally a large crowd began to head toward the alley.
They were lead by Master Tyler.  "Hey, Arm Pit, ya bring my lunch
man?" "Yes." "Cool," he said with a big grin.  "The guys here got
something for ya for bringing it to me."  He glanced at the others and
they glanced at him and then at each other nervously.  A few glanced
over at me.  I stared back, shuffling nervously myself.  "Me and the
guys were talking, and some of us go on the chat lines on the web, and
sometimes there's dudes there that talk about kinky stuff.  Anyhow,
sometimes there's guys there who talk about how much fun it is to be
pissed on, or to piss on others, and some of us got talking about it
and wondering what it would be like, except none of us want to be the
dudes getting pissed on, ya know."  I nodded.  "So, I suggested I have
you come down here so we can see what it is like," he said with a
grin.  "Oh." "You don't mind if we piss on ya, do ya?" he asked.  "No.
Of course not, if that is what you want," I replied.  "Told yas," he
said, grinning at the others.  "Arm Pit don't mind walking around in
piss- soaked clothes.  He lets us do any fucking thing we want." The
boys all glanced at each other, many of them bewildered by the
presence of an adult who not only ignored the foul language, but
willingly admitted he didn't mind a group of boys pissing on him.
Giving one of the younger boys his bag of lunch, Tyler walked over to
me and pulled down his fly.  He grinned at me as he took out his
penis.  I noticed it was semierect.  I'd seen it both limp and hard,
so I knew exactly what condition he was in.  A moment of suspense
followed, and then a hot, yellow stream shot out of his cock.  The hot
piss struck me in the waist and splattered over my shirt.  Wherever it
hit, the pale blue turned dark.  The piss flowed down to my jeans and
slowly began to soak into the pale blue denim.  It soaked about the
crotch first, and then began to run down the legs.  A boy around
Tyler's age stepped forward and pulled out his cock.  His hot yellow
stream hit me right in the crotch, causing the piss to flow down my
leg even faster.  Once started, the other boys all crowded in.  Little
nine-year-olds just starting grade four all the way to big
fourteen-year-olds who had failed and were now in grade eight crowded
around me and pulled out their cocks.  A dozen streams of hot boy piss
struck me, and the boys aimed higher and higher, soaking my shirt and
my pants from all sides.  Piss soaked into the soft cloth until there
was not an inch that had not turned colour.  "Okay, Arm Pit, take off
your shirt and drop your pants and underwear," ordered Tyler.  I did
as I was told.  The next wave of boys crowded around me, and once
again I was subjected to a dozen streams of hot piss, this time their
urine splashing against my skin and running down in hot yellow
rivulets.  As these boys finished, Tyler told me to drop to my knees
and still another volley of a dozen boys stepped up.  These all
grinned widely as Tyler told me to open my mouth, and they proceeded
to piss in my mouth, in my face, and in my hair.  "Fuckin hot man."
"This is so freakin'!" "The dude's fuckin' sick." "The dude's fuckin'
soaked."  The boys all laughed.  "In his mouth even!" "This place is
smellin' like a toilet." "Oh man, who'd think anyone would like this."
"Hey, piss on his dick someone." "Ha, my piss is running off his dink
like he's pissin'." "We're saving that for the end," said Tyler.  I
noticed that Jay and Billie had joined him, and that they all had
bulging jeans.  When the boys had all finished, Tyler had me lay on my
back, and then throw my legs up in the air.  He then told me to piss
in my mouth, and to swallow it.  That morning he had instructed me to
drink a pot of coffee, but until that moment I had forgotten about it,
and the need to take a leak.  It was no longer subliminal, and I had
to go.  The boys all laughed, made obscene comments, or just stared as
my stream began and I aimed it for my mouth.  I swallowed the
nitrogen-rich liquid, drinking it down with all the piss the boys had
given me earlier.  I went back home, and worked out in the yard for
the rest of the afternoon as Master Tyler had told me.  It was hot out
and the sun slowly dried my clothes so by the time the boys arrived
after supper, they were pretty much dried although you could smell the
urine.  I went down with the boys to the local ball diamond where the
teachers at Crestwood had formed a team and were playing against
another school team.  There were a lot of adults and kids of all ages
there.  While we watched the game, I watched the masters for the
signals they had arranged with me earlier.  Jay was the first, giving
me the thumb down sign.  I relaxed and allowed my piss to flow out of
my bladder up to the count of ten, and then stopped.  I glanced down
and saw only the smallest little spot where the piss had soaked right
through.  Billie was next, with the thumbs up sign, which meant to do
the same with my rectum.  It was not enough time for a turd to
actually exit, but enough to make my underwear sticky.  Tyler was
next, giving me the middle finger, which was a sign to pick my nose
and eat the snot.  Glancing about, I did it quickly before anyone
noticed.  Jarred was last, giving me his little pinky sign, which
meant I was to play with myself.  I slowly put my hand between my legs
and crossed my other arm over it as I tried to hide what I was doing
for ten seconds.  My four masters dug each other in the ribs with
their elbows and snickered at the sight of a forty-four-year-old man
messing with himself.  So we watched the game, my pants gradually
becoming damp once again with piss, and the stain slowly beginning to
extend down my leg.  It was humiliating to feel my piss soaking into
my underwear and then slowly soaking down my pants legs.  I was
constantly afraid someone would take a good look at me, and if they
did, the dark stain around my crotch and down my legs could only be
caused by one thing.  The odour of shit slowly began to surround me as
first one and then another turd was forced out of my body.  Having
nowhere to go, it just oozed along my butt cheek and gathered under my
nuts or spread out over my butt.  Slowly people began to move away,
which made it easier to pick my nose and to play with myself.  By the
end of the game, I had shot a sticky load in my underwear and emptied
my bladder, rectum, and nostrils, all under the direction of the boys,
and all with the fear of being caught.  As I stood up and began to
leave the stands, my wet and dirtied underwear and pants stuck to me
and made walking difficult.  I stared straight ahead, ignoring the
looks of shock and disgust as I passed those around me.  A number of
little kids pointed and giggled and a few who were not with their
parents held their nose and made obscene comments.  By the time we got
to the car I was blushing so furiously with shame my face was hot.

FRIDAY, OCTOBER 2

     I accompanied the grade six class on a field trip to a farm today
as an adult supervisor.  Jay introduced me as his uncle, much to the
amusement of Tyler, who was also with us.  There were forty-eight
students all together, with two teachers and two adults.  Arriving at
the farm, the teachers began to divide us up into four groups.  Jay
and Tyler immediately came over to me before the teacher assigned
them, and ten other boys all quickly joined them.  The girls grouped
themselves together, as girls also usually do at that age, and were
assigned to one of the teachers and the other parent, who was the
mother of one of the students.  So, without the adults really
realizing it, the students more or less had sorted themselves out in
advance.  As we headed out with the agenda of learning about the
different animals, one of the workers took two of the groups, and
another, a young boy of about nineteen,  took me and the teacher with
all girls.  As we began the tour of the barns, and then the machinery,
we slowly became separated from the other group, and when the teacher
protested, Jay explained I was raised on a farm and could take them on
the tour alone.  That satisfied her, and the other hand was quite
agreeable to just talking to the girls, all of whom were staring
starry-eyed at the young man.  "So, we really gonna have some fun?"
asked one of the boys as we got out of earshot.  "You were there for
the piss shower." "Yeah," he said with a grin, and then glanced at me
with a look of disgust but also with a leer.  "Then, what do you
think?" "Freakin' cool man.  Can't wait." We stopped at a pen of
goats.  "This is as good a place as any.  Get one of the goats over
here and show us his dick and nuts, A.P." I climbed over the fence and
herded one of the tamer goats over to the crowd of boys.  While one
acted as sentry, I reached between the goat's legs and began to
manipulate the hairy sac that contained his penis.  The goat objected,
but slowly responded to my manipulations, and once the animal began to
get aroused it just let nature take its course.  Soon we had just over
twelve inches of goat dick sticking out of the sac.  Although long, it
was only an inch in diameter.  The dark, almost black, knob and sticky
strands of lubricant from the sac made it look grotesque.  "Lick him
off." My stomach churned as I bowed my head to do as my master wished.
Having sex with animals was disgusting, and having sex with an animal
in front of a bunch of preteen boys was shameful, but I had to obey my
masters.  I squatted down and began to lick the sticky slime off the
lubricated red shaft, and off the black knob.  The knob was rough, and
the slime thick and sticky so that strands extended between my tongue
and the dick.  The more I licked the randier the goat got, and so were
the boys.  All twelve had boners, and all twelve were playing with
themselves.  Soon the goat was squirting out its white semen, which I
caught in my mouth and swallowed.  It was salty, not unlike boy's cum,
but had more of a musky taste to it, not unlike raw milk.  The boys
were all squirming and dancing with their own dry orgasms.  "Fuckin
cool man, fuckin' cool," one of the boys said.  "Hey, we're just
beginning," said Tyler.  "This trip's gonna be fun after all." "How
about those horses over there?" "Sure.  How'd you like to crawl under
one and get your butt fucked A.P.?" asked Tyler.  I looked at him in
shock and fear.  Something that size could rip me apart.  Besides, it
was easy enough to hide what I had done with the goat, but getting
fucked by a horse would put me in a most vulnerable position.  "Joking
dude, just joking," he said, and the boys all laughed.  We went over
to the horse, and I similarly performed the same service, gradually
working his huge, thick, red dick out of his hairy sac.  Before he got
hard the horse reacted to my stimulation by taking a long, hot piss
while I was holding his organ, much to the amusement of the boys.
Once the horse was hard, I used my hand to jerk him off.  The boys
stood in awe at the sight.  The horse's testicles were more than four
inches long, longer than some of the boy's penises, and his erect cock
had to be at least two feet.  It was not long before he was prancing
and snorting.  So were the twelve boys.  They had me duck under him
and open up my pants and push down my underwear so when he finally
shot his stuff he sprayed the hot, thick semen all over my groin. The
boys thought that was hilarious.  We examined the female organs of
various animals, which most of the boys found fascinating although I
noticed my two masters did not seem as interested as they had been
with the male animals.  To my relief, they did not ask me to do
anything with the females.  We reconvened as a group and had a
midmorning snack, and then went on a tour of the grain operations.
During this time the boys took every opportunity to grope me and keep
me in a constant state of erection.  The boys of my group did not need
to be groped.  They already were stiff.  On the bus ride back to the
school, Jay sat beside me and had me fiddle with him until he had an
orgasm.  He then switched with Tyler, who did the same.  The other
boys on the bus all watched with interest and with envy while they
self-consciously reached down and played with themselves, all the
while keeping an eye on the other adults.  I wondered what the boys
were thinking of me, being an adult but doing nothing to stop them.  I
know how I felt about myself, and it was not a good feeling.

SATURDAY, OCTOBER 3

     I was surprised to receive a visit from Billie and half a dozen
little primary school boys this afternoon.  We went down to the room
in the basement the boys call the scat room.  It has a bare concrete
floor and tile on the walls and has been fitted with chains and ropes
and bars.  Billie ordered me to strip, and when one of the boys
commented about me no longer having the tube up my pee-er I realized
he and probably the others had been present in the boy's room over at
the elementary school the day the boys had me show my catheter.
Billie then explained he had been telling the younger boys about how
he'd gotten rid of food he didn't want to eat up my butt at the
restaurant, and that they had thought that was the funniest thing they
had ever heard.  I had not thought it funny then, and I certainly
didn't find him relating that to me in front of the little boys funny
this afternoon.  He said the guys there wanted to see me take stuff up
my ass.  I looked around at the boys in embarrassment, and they all
looked back at me with anticipation and naughty grins.  Billie got the
tube of lubricant from the shelf in my bedroom and lubricated my ass
well.  The boys began with him sticking a carrot up my ass and then
shitting it out into a bowl.  "That looked so weird!" "Make him do it
again!" We repeated it.  "Shit, that's funny." "No stupid, that's a
shitty carrot." The boys giggled.  I stood there silently, nothing
more than an object for their amusement.  I thought back to when boys
were afraid to walk past my home.  Now they talked of  "making me do
things" and spoke as if I was not even there.  One of the boys brought
an eraser and they tried that next.  Another brought a magic marker.
That was followed by a chalk one had stolen from school,   The boys
all watched with fascination as one after another was slipped up my
butthole until it disappeared, and then watched as I shit each one
out, each covered with a little smear of shit.  One of the more
enterprising boys brought two dozen grapes.  They slipped them up one
at a time, and then had me shit them back out one at a time and eat
them, much to the disgust and delight of my audience.  Each time I
caught one of the grapes and popped it in my mouth half the boys
gagged and half laughed uproariously.  The boys finally tired of the
game and left.  To my surprise, Billie returned an hour later.  Having
me wipe my ass off with toilet paper, he ordered me to bend over.
Squatting down behind me and snuggling up closer, he sniffed at my
manhole, and then I felt his tongue run up along my crack and over my
hole.  A few minutes later, he got up and came around in front of me.
"Wanted to see what it was like," he said, looking up at me matter of
factly.  "Now I know why you get so hot.  It's fuckin' kewel."  I
stood there watching him in surprise as he turned and headed out the
door.  I shook my head.  He was only nine-years-old.  After supper all
four of my masters arrived.  They went directly to their room and
spent the evening there.  I was called to the bedroom throughout the
evening by them ringing a bell.  It was to bring them snacks and
drinks, or sometimes just to scratch an itchy spot.  They spent most
of the time on the net, and I noticed they were getting quite a large
print collection of naked teens.  Around midnight I was called up to
pop popcorn for them.  When I entered the bedroom, I found them laying
in bed, snuggled together and watching a porno video.  They were all
erect.  Jarred moved down and sat at the foot of the bed and had me
kneel before him and suck on his cock while he watched the movie and
munched on the popcorn.  Tyler and Jay sat on either side of him so I
could jerk off their little cocks at the same time.  Billie came
around behind me, and taking a handful of popcorn and stuffing it in
his mouth, he knelt behind me and rubbed his stiff little dinky up and
down along my butt crack.  The boys thought it was especially funny to
have me servicing all of them at the same time and they instructed me
when to speed up or slow down so they could match their orgasms but
that proved to be too difficult.  Jarred finally could hold back no
more and I was instructed to hold his cum in my mouth.  A second later
his hot boy cock was throbbing out his cum, and typical teenager, he
had a thick, copious load.  He groaned and grabbed my head in ecstasy,
and when he was done, he bent over and kissed me, his breath smelling
of boy and popcorn.  I was then instructed to bring off Billie by
sucking on his dink with my mouth still full of Jarred's cum.  The
boys thought that was really hot, and soon little Billie was jerking
his hips and dancing with his dry orgasm.  When he finally withdrew
his little dick, still stiff and now red and swollen, there was a film
of Jarred's cum left clinging to it.  He pranced around the room
pretending he had cum.  Tyler was next, and it was not long before the
boy was fucking my mouth and gasping with his orgasm too.  Like
Billie, when he withdrew his boy cock, some of Jarred's cum went with
it.  He did not make a show of it as had Billie, but I could tell he
was fascinated by the sight and the feel.  Jay was last, and soon he
too was squirming and quivering with that delightful pleasure of
orgasm.  As he withdrew his cock, he glanced down at the white rope of
cum clinging to the tip and a slight smile crossed his lips.  I was
finally allowed to swallow what was left in my mouth and I was
dismissed for the night.

SUNDAY, OCTOBER 4

     I woke up late and lay in my bed waiting for my masters.  They
also slept in late.  Coming down stairs, we went to the scat room.
Each of the boys had a morning wood.  Having me bend over and relax,
Jay stepped up and slipped the tip of his dick into my hole.  He then
relaxed, and after maybe a minute I felt his hot piss jet up my rectum
as he emptied his night bladder.  That was a very weird feeling.
"Shit, it's actually working!" he said.  "My piss is actually going up
his asshole!" "Freakin'!" commented Tyler.  "Far out," agreed Billie.
Jay was followed by Tyler.  As his hot piss streamed into my body, I
could feel my intestines shifting and a bubbling sensation inside
them.  I could only imagine that it was my shit being broken up into
chunks by the piss.  Billie was next and by the time he was done, my
stomach was feeling bloated.  By the time Jarred was done, my stomach
felt like it was going to burst and I had to empty my bowels badly.
Squatting over a pail, I emptied myself, the boy's yellow piss now a
yellow-brown stream with little chunks of shit.  "So, you like getting
a piss enema from us, Arm Pit?" asked Jarred.  "Yes, Master Jarred.  I
am grateful for anything you give me," I answered as I knew I was
expected to although having four young boys piss up my ass was far
from anything to be grateful about.  It was filthy and perverted.
Each day I was becoming more and more just an object for them to use.
I felt so powerless and weak, but I knew that was my fate.  The boys
had total control over me "Yeah," said Master Jarred looking me in the
eye, "right." He knew how ashamed I was, and how much I hated all of
this.  So did the others.  My masters may be children, but they are no
fools.  Taking out a special chair, a wooden chair with a hole carved
out of the seat, the boys had me lay with my head under it and Jay sat
down.  As I lay there staring up at his little boy anus, I saw it
slowly open and close a few times and then a brown cylinder began to
poke out.  I watched as it slowly began to ease out just a fraction
further.  Watching a turd leaving a person's rectum is something I'm
sure few people have ever experienced.  It is, I have to admit, a most
unusual experience.  Jay ordered me to raise my head and fasten my
lips to his hole.  My heart seemed to stop and my stomach churned at
the thought of what was going to happen.  Memories of the taste of my
shit on our anniversary day caused my mouth to turn dry.  As I
fastened my mouth to his anus, I could feel his hot shit against my
lips.  He continued to force his turd out, and slowly it exited his
body and entered my mouth.  I felt the hot, foul tube of waste slide
over my tongue.  Working the acrid, acidic paste to the back of my
mouth as soon as his first turd was cut off, I quickly swallowed the
foul paste.  Jay was already forcing his next turd out. This was the
most disgusting thing the boys had done to date, making me their
personal toilet.  Never had I felt so filthy and used as I did at that
moment, laying there on my back and eating Jay's body waste while the
other three boys stood there watching.   Jay had to go badly, and I
downed six turds before he was done.  My other three masters all
chuckled at the sight and made gagging noises, which did not help the
situation.  "So, did ya like that, Arm Pit?" he asked with a wicked
grin.  I looked up at him, the eleven-year-old towering above me and
looking down with a smug, demonic grin.  I knew what I was expected to
say.  I also knew the boys expected me to be honest.  "No," I
admitted.  "That was disgusting, and the taste and smell are
nauseating.  But I thank you," I continued, "because you are my
master, and I am honoured to be able to please you." "Yeah," he
grinned.  "But don't worry, we're going to give ya so much practice
being our toilet, you'll get to love it.  In fact," he added as an
afterthought, "Maybe that will be all you'll ever get to eat again.
Then you'll even beg for it." From the smile on his face I knew he was
not joking.  Each of the boys followed in turn, and for each boy I
swallowed his shit obediently if not wholeheartedly.  While their foul
shit filled my stomach, I wondered if Jay would really just allow me
to eat shit after this.  After a while I became numb to the taste and
smell.  The inside of my mouth and my tongue were so coated with the
sticky, foul paste it seemed my mouth was constantly full.  When all
four were done, they had me rinse my mouth and swallow the rinse water
until it was clean, and then wipe off my lips.  Just as I thought it
was all over, Jay stepped up before me, turned, and pulled apart his
ass cheeks.  "Okay, Arm Pit.  We're gonna save money on toilet paper.
Lick off my asshole until it is clean." I bent forward and licked his
shitty asshole.  I slipped my tongue in his chute.  My tongue took the
place of tissue, and my tongue did a much more thorough job.  While I
performed this degrading act, I noticed Jay was becoming erect, making
what I was doing even more perverted and obscene.  The other three
boys stepped up in turn and I licked the shit from their holes until
their little puckered buttons were a fresh pink.  I felt so debased it
no longer mattered to me what they made me do, and I could tell from
the look in their triumphant eyes, that they knew that was exactly
what I was thinking.

FRIDAY, OCTOBER 9

     At noon I received a phone call from Master Tyler telling me to
go to the garage and take out the school stuff that we had stolen.  I
took it down to the room the boys call the theme room in the corner of
the basement, and set it up so it looked just like a classroom, with
three rows of desks, a blackboard, and a tack board where I tacked up
some of the pictures of naked boys the masters had printed from the
net.  I no sooner had it set up than Tyler arrived with some of his
classmates, six girls.  They all glanced round and giggled behind
their hands and they glanced at me out of the corner of their eyes and
giggled some more.  I, of course, was wearing only my special
underwear.  Master Tyler had not told me he was bringing anyone over,
and he certainly had not told me they were girls.  I stood there
flushing a bright red, and the more embarrassed I got the redder I
got.  The girls knew it and that just made me feel more ashamed.
Master Tyler told them to take their seats and the lesson would begin.
He had me stand in front of the girls and just then Jay and Billie
arrived.  "Now, to begin with," Tyler began, "as you can see, a guy
and a girl have a lot of things in common.  They all have two arms,
two legs, eyes, ears, nose, mouth and so on."  Using me as a model, he
pointed to each one with a pointer.  "There are some little
differences.  Like Arm Pit has this tattoo on his neck.  But there are
some big differences, and that is why we are here today, to learn
about that."  He looked up at me.  "The girls were talking about boys
in school and wondering just how a boy's thing looks and how it works.
They knew you had come to the school alley the other day, so we
figured you would be a good model for them."  He looked back at the
girls and continued.  "One difference is that a guy's chest never gets
much bigger as he gets older, except in old men they get fat.  Course
a lot of men get hair on their chest but Arm Pit likes to have his
shaved smooth.  One interesting thing is if you rub a guys nipple, it
gets hard." So saying, he began to rub my right nipple, and it quickly
responded.  After some coaxing he got one of the girls to come up and
do the same to my other nipple.  As soon as she did, the others all
came up for a feel, and a closer look at my nipple ring.  Master Tyler
then had me turn around and slip off my underwear.  I bent over and
spread apart my cheeks so the girls could all see my tattooed pucker,
which they all thought was hilarious.  I didn't know if I should be
angry or ashamed.  He then had me turn around.  I did so most
reluctantly.  "Now, a guy's penis has two jobs," he explained
professionally.  "One is that it is a hose for a guy's piss to leave
his body.  Unlike a girl, a guy can aim his piss where ever he wants."
So saying, he took my penis and showed how flexible it was.  He then
took a bottle off the desk and told me to show the girls how a guy
could pee in a bottle.  It took me a little while to relax enough to
perform in front of a group of giggling school girls, but I finally
began to urinate.  Tyler had me stop and start again several times.
"The other reason for a guy having a penis is to have sex," Tyler
said.  "A penis has three parts, the shaft," he explained, pointing to
my shaft, "the knob or head, and a skin that slides over it called the
foreskin.  In some guys it has been cut off, like in Arm Pit, and in
other guys it is still on." "It is cut off?" asked one of the girls in
shock.  "Yeah." "What is a foreskin for?" "It sort of covers the head
and protects it." "Oh." "If you pull it up over the head, it slides
back down when a guy is older."  He demonstrated on my dick, and after
some encouragement, had the girls come up and try too.  I was totally
embarrassed as each girl gingerly took my dink in her tender hand and
pulled the skin up under Tyler's instructions.  I felt even more
ashamed as I stood there helplessly as the skin slid back down.  He
went on to explain how a penis got hard, and he fondled mine for a
while and had the girls feel it as it grew, and once I was stiff he
had each of the girls feel how hard it was.  That was even more
embarrassing because despite their shyness, each girl took a very
careful look, knowing that they would never get an opportunity like
this again.  He went on to explain how sensitive a man's balls are and
how usually a man had hair but how I liked to have mine shaved off.
Finally, with all the girls gathered around, he had me show them how a
man could produce sperm by jerking off.  I blushed a bright red as I
slowly slid my hand up and down my stiff cock.  Tyler encouraged the
girls to come up and stroke me, but none of them would.  I noticed the
three boys were all erect, and I noticed some of the girls had noticed
also.  I wanted to plea with my masters to allow me to stop before the
inevitable happened, but I knew that they were aware what was going to
happen.  They glanced at each other knowingly, and with growing
anticipation.  I, on the other hand, awaited the event with growing
apprehension.  Finally I felt the sensation, and I warned Tyler what
was about to happen.  He told me to just keep pumping.  My stuff
suddenly squirted out and hit the floor.  The girls were shocked to
see my semen, and despite the encouragement by the boys, none of them
would touch it.  That concluded the lesson and the masters left with
the girls.  As I wiped up my semen off the floor, I wished I knew of a
way I could end this daily humiliation.

SATURDAY, OCTOBER 10

     The boys and I went down to the high school to watch a football
game this afternoon.  On the way the boys told me that the entire team
was wearing frilly panties under their kit.  When we got there, the
score was 31 to six for our team and I soon saw why our team was doing
so well.  Each time one of the players scored a point, the entire team
ran over to him and they hugged and kissed and you could tell that
they were all feeling horny as hell and really enjoying it.  Master
Jarred explained that the boys had been told each time one of them
scored a point, the others would all have a mad desire to have sex
with him.   The crowd did not know what was going on of course, and
most of them just thought the boys were horsing around and in
especially high spirits since they were winning.  Glancing at the men
in the audience, it was clear which ones were thinking about the sex
aspect of what was going on.  They were trying to hide their arousal,
which was impossible.  Anyone who was in the know could easily tell,
and it was clear that the eroticism of what was going on on the field
was a problem for men and boys of all ages. The boys pointed out one
man or boy and then another, and they would leer at each other or make
disparaging remarks about the person.  We headed home as soon as the
game was over for the post game party.  We set out snacks and drinks
and got out the mattresses in the party room.  Taking the school stuff
out of the Theme Room, we replaced it with chairs and round tables and
set up a portable bar.  The boys came right over after the game, still
in their muddy kits and smelling of sweat.  They were really hyper and
it was not long before they were stripping off their clothes and
kissing and hugging each other.  It was really something else to see a
player standing there in his shoulder pads and with his leggings and
shorts around his ankles and his lacy pink panties with red hearts
jutting out with an evident erection.  Soon the boys had grouped up
and began to get serious, all of them convinced that they were gay and
hot for each other.  Four boys, each one being more than six feet tall
and a hundred and ninety pounds of muscle, had formed a daisy chain on
one of the mattresses and were madly sucking each other's stiff dick.
Two seventeen-year-old players were bent over the back of the sofa in
a hot kiss while they jerked each other and two nineteen-year-olds
were fucking their upturned asses.  On the other mattress two boys
were engaged in a hot sixty-nine while two other boys were ploughing
their backsides.  One of the older players was laying on the recliner
while two muscular hunks knelt on the floor and licked his genitals
while they jerked each other off.  The last boy was kneeling behind
them and eagerly rimming their asses.  They were still going at it
when Bradley Straton arrived around eight o'clock with five college
boys.  Anyone who has read some of my earlier stories about encounters
with my masters will remember Bradley was the twenty-five-year-old
stud that had just begun working at the accounting firm I used to work
for.  He was as straight as a man could be, and liked to brag about
his sexual conquests with women.  Bradley had been giving a lecture to
a sophomore class taking business and economics when somehow one of
them learned that he would do whatever they wanted once they used the
cue word.  They had spent the afternoon having Bradley parade around
the campus dressed all in leather.  Taking him down to the theme room,
they ordered him to perform a strip tease to some grind music while
they opened up some beers and sat and watched.  My masters told me to
stay there and act as the bartender.  After Bradley was naked, the
college boys ordered him to do different things to them, like lick
their shoes, lick their feet, and finally sniff their asses and
crotches.  All the while he was told he was not enjoying this, and
being forced, and Bradley did not have to act that part.  For a
straight man, this had to be the worst humiliation of all.  As the
college boys got drunker, they got braver, and soon Bradley was
rimming their assholes and kneeling before them and licking their
balls and cocks.  As the boys got erect, they either had Bradley suck
them off, or bend over one of the tables so they could fuck his ass.
One of them pissed in a beer glass and told Bradley to drink it while
the guy fucked him.  Another made him drink his piss straight out of
his cock.  I felt very sorry for him.  He looked over at me
pleadingly, but there was nothing I could do to help him.  My masters
finally took me to the scat room and gave me another piss enema.  Then
we went to their bedroom.  Laying on his back and raising his butt in
the air, Jay had me sniff his hole and run my tongue along his crack
and in and out of his hole until he had a stiffie.  I then got on my
hands and knees and licked Tyler's feet, savouring the smell and taste
of young boy feet.  Once he too had a stiffie, I took his little boy
cock in my mouth and began to suck him off.  At the same time, Jay got
behind me, and for the first time since I'd known him, he separated my
cheeks and slipped his little cock in my ass.  Over the past four
months the boys had been growing, and now Jay's was four inches and
Tyler's three-and-a-half.  It was very humiliating to be kneeling
there and getting fucked by two preteen boys.  Jay's slender little
pricklet slid in and out of my anus with no difficulty as the boy
knelt behind me and worked his hips to and fro in that obscene motion.
At the same time Tyler was kneeling in front of me and working his
hips to and fro also, sliding his little boner in and out of my mouth.
The two best buddies leaned over and kissed each other while they
continued to work their little dicks in and out of my body.  They kept
it up for close to ten minutes.  Finally the two young boys were
grunting and gasping with their dry orgasms.  Once again I had become
an object for their sexual pleasure.  As they lay back on the bed with
satisfied smiles of sexual bliss, their little stiff dicks still
sticking straight up in the air, I proceeded to lick Jarred's hot feet
and then young Billie's little butt.  Then as I began to suck Billie
off, Jarred got behind and stuck his teenage cock up my hole.  His too
was half an inch bigger, and his five-and-a-half inches felt huge
compared to the other boys.  He began humping  me slowly, but he soon
speeded up as the desire to cum took over.  He grasped my hips tightly
as he shot his load into my rectum.  At the same time young Billie
shuddered with his dry orgasm, his two-and-a-half inches throbbing
between my lips.  Despite the number of times I have brought these
boys off, each time it happens I have a feeling of immense guilt and
shame.  The boys rested, and then we had sex again, this time Billie
fucking my ass while I sucked off Jay.  As I slid my mouth right down
to his groin, I noticed that he had the finest wisp of hair beginning
to grow at the base of his cock.  To my surprise, he had me quit
shortly after I had begun, far too soon for him to have reached his
orgasm.  I wondered if he was feeling alright.  Despite the degrading
things he has me do, I do love him, and I do worry about him.  When
the two boys were finished, Tyler fucked my ass while I sucked off
Jarred.  The two of them were enjoying themselves immensely and they
both made rude comments about what a good fuck I was.  I still cringe
when I hear young boys talking like that.  As they got more aroused,
they stopped talking and concentrated on the pleasure rippling through
their bodies.  Once again Tyler shuddered with his dry orgasm, and
Jarred managed to shoot a second load into my mouth.  Again we all
laid back in a state of sexual bliss on the bed.  One by one the boys
began to fall asleep.  As I looked around at them, they seemed so
angelic with their innocent childlike faces, their tiny limp sex
organs, and their smooth perfect bodies.  They also had an aura of
base sensuality with their smooth, naked bodies curled up and wrapped
about each other.  They had said I could sleep with them that night
and finally I too drifted off to sleep as the college boys and the
high school football team partied far into the wee hours of the
morning.



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