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Warning: This is the ongoing story about a group of preteen and
teenage boys who have hypnotized a forty-four-year-old man to become
their own personal boy toy.  If the idea of controlling a man's mind
and forcing him to engage in sex offends you, then this is not the
story for you.  If it turns you on, your comments are welcome, and if
you have other cool or kinky things you'd like the boys to do to their
victim, let them know and they would be pleased to follow up on them.
Special thanks to S** (C**) for suggesting Part 5.


		   At Their Mercy - Part 5

			       

    You know the feeling you had as a student when the teacher
returned your exam and instead of the high mark you were expecting you
failed?  Or when you took the car in for a simple tune up and the
mechanic phoned and said that when they were checking it out they
discovered a problem with the transmission?  Well, that feeling of
your heart sinking down in your chest was the feeling I had late this
afternoon when I answered the door and found Jay and Jarred standing
outside.

    Master Jay, my eleven-year-old tormentor, was wearing what I had
come to realize was his favourite clothes a black, sleeveless, net
mesh Umbro T-shirt, black Hollywood jeans with silver buttons down the
sides of the legs, and black Nike socks and runners.  Combined with
his thick black hair, dark brown eyes, and sassy smile, it gave him
the look of mischievousness and smoldering sexuality.  Today he also
had a Nike backpack.

    I had met Master Jay's friend Jarred two weeks ago, the afternoon
I had been forced to engage in sex with Bradley, the
twenty-five-year-old apprentice at our accounting firm.  That
experience I described earlier in Part 3.  Jarred was the typical
fourteen-year-old, five foot seven, a hundred and twenty pounds, all
legs and arms, a few pimples on his forehead, and his hair cut short
on the sides and darkened with the honey blond top long.  He had hazel
eyes with long eyelashes that I imagined teenage girls found sexy.
Jarred was wearing a Calvin Klein cap, an oversized blue and grey
checked shirt, Calvin Klein jeans, and Adidas airwalks.

    "Well, don't just fucking stand there, invite us in," snapped Jay.

    I stepped back even though at that time I was not under his
hypnotic control.  I knew there was no point in trying to refuse him
all he had to do was say the magic word and my mind would be his to
command.

    "Hey, ya got the place lookin' all right," Jay observed.  "Ya
shoulda seen it, Jarred, it was one fucking mess last Saturday.   Shit
and piss and pizza everywhere!"

    It had taken me all of last Sunday to clean and disinfect the
kitchen, living room and bathroom after the party Jay and his friends
had held.  I got the bulk of the crud off the shag carpet, but then I
had to pay a professional to come in and shampoo it.  As for the suave
brown Italia leather sofa, I had been sure it was beyond repair, but I
sent it off for cleaning and they did manage to save it, at a cost of
six hundred dollars.  I had told them there had been a party and one
of my friends had gotten drunk and had passed out on it.  I could not
very well tell them that it had gotten in the way of eight preteen
boys having a pissing contest.

    Jay has told me men have been writing him and asking when my
account of the party would be coming out.  I can't imagine their
response when they read the part previous to this one.   Jay said the
place they have been posting my stories has been down for two weeks,
and I'm hoping it will be down permanently.

    "So get us some Gatoraide, will ya?"

    "I don't have any."

    "Oh yeah, then after this you fucking make sure you always have a
supply in the fridge, understand?"

    "Yes," I replied, and then added "Master Jay."

    A smile curled Jay's lips.  He knew I was not under his control
and did not have to say that.  Or was I now totally under his control
and did not need to be hypnotized?  That thought frightened me more
than did the unknown plans the boys had for me this afternoon.

    "Coke?" I offered.

    "That'll do."

    I went and got it, thinking about the difference between obeying
the preteen boy willingly, and doing what he demanded while
hypnotized, and wondering if the difference mattered.  The doorbell
rang and my heart sank.  I prayed this was not going to be another
party.  I honestly could not take another one.  It was going to take
weeks to recover from the trashing of my home and belongings the
previous weekend.  When I opened the door, I found two older teenage
boys standing there and looking sheepish and perplexed.  I knew that
look, and I knew the two boys in my house had to be involved.  The two
boys at my door had to 17 or 18.  They were both around six feet tall
and a hundred and seventy-five pounds.  Both were wearing blue jeans
and green school jackets with while sleeves and
green-and-white-striped collars, cuffs and elastic waist bands.  In
gold was the name of the school, Crestview High, and the head of a
bison, the school mascot and the name of their football team.

    "Hey, guys," said Jay.  "How was football practice?"

    "Ah, fine," said one, glancing over at his friend.

    "Anything unusual happen?" asked Jarred with a knowing grin.

    "You know anything about that?"

    "About what?" asked Jarred with an innocent look.

    "We don't know anything about what happened," Jay said.  "Tell us
about it."

    "Well, things were going great, but then me and Josh started to
get dizzy and disoriented," the one boy said, glancing over at his
friend.  "It finally got so bad Coach Bayer said to go back to the
lockers.  We did that but then we must have blacked out or something,
cuz we can't remember anything else except we both had this need to
come here."

    "Maybe you've been out in the sun too long," observed Jarred.

    "Yeah, but why the urge to come here?"

    "Yeah, we've never been here before," Josh said.

    "So that's it?" Jay asked.

    "No, not quite," said the first boy, glancing at his friend again.
"You still feel that way?"

    "Oh man, George, I feel it so bad it's hurting if I don't do it
soon."

    "Same here," George said with a worried look.

    "Do what, dudes?" asked Jarred.

    "This is so weird, man."

    "Yeah, like totally."

    "So?"

    The two boys glanced at each other with embarrassment and then
over at me.  "Well, it's like this.  We just gotta strip naked in this
dude's living room and let him do whatever he wants to do to us."

    "Can't explain why, man," said Josh.  "It's just like in our heads
and we got to obey."

    "Well, by all means, obey," said Jay with a grin, and he and
Jarred gave each other the high five. Then Jay turned to me.   "Go get
your shaving kit and a big basin of hot water Buttface," 

    The two teenage football players glanced at me, their faces
reflecting the surprise that an eleven-year-old would speak that way
to a forty-four-year-old man.  They were even more surprised when I
turned to obey.  I was still not yet under Jay's control, but I knew
to refuse him would just result in him putting me under.  If I was
able to avoid that, then just maybe I would be able to have some
control over what happened later.  That was my plan at least as I
headed for the bathroom.

    By the time I got back, the two boys had removed their school
jackets, their athletic runners, their socks, and their shirts.
George had close-cropped black hair, thick tufts under his arms, and
tufts around his nipples and at the V of his neck.  There was just a
sparse line down the centre of his chest and disappearing in his
pants.  Josh was a brunette with a perfectly smooth chest.  His hair
was shaven at the sides with the top long and combed back in a Mohawk
strip.   Both boys had muscular pecs and as they drew down their jeans
and stepped out of them, I could see they had athletic legs too.  Jay
told us later that they were excellent football players.  George was a
quarterback and Josh played centre.  The boys self-consciously pushed
down their boxer joes and stood up, feeling relieved now that they had
completed their tasks, but embarrassed to be standing there nude
before us.

    "Now then shithead," began Jay, and I felt myself falling into the
post hypnotic trance I had been trying to avoid.  I noticed the same
glazed look pass over the two football players' faces as they fought
to stay in control.  I found out later from Jay that they had spiked
the boys' water bottles with Rohypnol, more commonly known as the rape
drug, and once the boys were back in the locker room, Jay and Jarred
put them under and told them to shower and come straight to my place.
They also told them that they were to strip and let me do whatever I
wanted to them.  Of course the boys told them they would not remember
anything about Jay and Jarred being in the lockers.

    "Know how you two are always taking my lunch when I'm waiting for
the bus and picking out whatever you want to eat?"

    "Yeah," the boys replied uncertainly.

    "And when I said I'd like to be football players like you when I
grew up, you said I could start practising, and you took my school
books and tossed them back and forth like a football and told me to
try to get them back?"

    "Yeah."

    "And when I said I wanted to be big like you, you said let's see
how big you are now and pulled down my pants in front of everyone."

    "Yeah."

    "And said it was a good thing I had no hairs cuz you'd never be
able to find my little dick?"

								"Yes,"
they replied, getting very uncomfortable.       

    "And said it was so little you had to look twice to be sure I
wasn't a girl."

    "Yes," they said, shuffling even more.

    "Well, dudes," smiled Jay, "this is payback time for that, and for
all the other times you guys hassled me."  He turned to me.  "I want
you to shave off all the hair on their bodies from the neck down."

    I approached the boys and they could no more resist me than I
could stop myself.  I began with Josh, figuring he would be the easier
having less hair.  I lathered up his arms and it did not take me long
to remove his fine sparse hairs.  I then had him raise his left arm
and I cut off his armpit hair as short as I could before using my
safety razor to remove the rest.  After his armpits, I did his legs,
again easily removing the sparse hairs.  Up until then Jay and Jarred
had paid little attention, but now they came closer to watch.  I
clipped his short hairs as close as I could, and then lathered up his
pubes and began to shave them.

    "Careful you don't cut his dink," observed Jay.

    "Yeah, he's already cut," joked Jarred and the two boys giggled
over the joke.

    It was embarrassing squatting there before the teenager's genitals
and shaving his crotch, and it must have been doubly worse for him.
As I got close to his penis, I had no choice but to move it to the
side with my hand so I could so I could clip the few hairs on his
testicles.  Josh looked to the side with embarrassment, and I finished
him off as fast as I could, feeling the same way about having to hold
his limp penis.  Finishing with Josh, I turned next to George.  His
hair being darker and thicker, it took me longer to do him.  I finally
did depilate his arms, legs and chest, and began to work on his pubic
hairs.  The boys joked about him still having his foreskin, and they
hinted that maybe after I was finished shaving him they could arrange
for me to cut off his skin at the same time.  From my previous
experiences with the boys, I would not put it past them.  As I shaved
his crotch, I occasionally brushed my hand against his cock by
accident.  It was embarrassing touching the teenager's privates like
that, and the two of us looked away in shame. Finally I was finished
and I wiped George's genitals off with a warm cloth.

    "That is much better," observed Jay.  "Sure wish I could fucking
be there when you explain this to the guys in the locker room on
Monday!"  He and Jarred howled.

    "They look so kewel," observed Jarred with a choking laugh.  "Just
like little boys again." The two boys broke out in laughter again

    "Now, take a seat," Jay ordered, and as the two boys sat down on
my leather sofa, I cringed.  Jay opened up his backpack and took out a
number of bottles and boxes.

    "Mr. Wallace, trim their eyebrows, you know, so they are thin like
a girl's."  I approached George.  "What colour lipstick do you think
would look good on Josh?" Jay asked his friend.

    "Hmmm, how about that Cherry red?"

    "Yeah, with red nails would be kewel."

    "You do his lips and I'll do his nails."

    "Fingernails and toenails."

    "Fucking good idea."

    "Pucker up Josh."

    The two boys worked in silence while I trimmed George's eyebrows,
Jay applying the lipstick and Jarred the nail polish.

    "Hey, you're good," observed Jarred, looking at what Jay was
doing.

    "Been watching my sister."

    Finishing with George, the boys and I switched.

    "How about this Midnight Blue for George?" asked Jarred.

    "Oh yeah, that'd be kewel."

    "With the silver nail polish?"

    "Fucking far out, dude."

    Finishing up, the boys applied cheek blush and eye shadow and eye
liner to their two subjects.  Their youthful faces began to take on a
definite feminine appearance.  The doorbell rang and I jumped.  Jay
looked at his watch.

    "Right on time.  You two girlies go in the bathroom," Jay ordered
as he got up to answer the door.  It was Bradley, and he had several
large boxes and shopping bags.  The boys took the stuff and heading to
the bathroom, told us to wait.  We did so in silence, both thinking of
the post hypnotic suggestion Jay had planted in our memories the day I
had fucked Bradley, and which fortunately had by now lost its effect.
About fifteen minutes later the boys reappeared, each looking like the
cat that ate the canary.

    "Gentlemen, we would like to introduce to you," began Jay like a
circus announcer, "Georgette and Joshalina."

    The two boys stepped into the living room.  George, or Georgette,
was wearing a black wig which completed the transformation of his
face.  He had a low cut, sleeveless silk blouse, evidently a padded
bra, and a black skirt that reached just below his knees.  Joshalina
had a brunette wig with long curls to her shoulders, a tight white
cotton short-sleeved blouse also with a padded bra, and tight red
skirt that ended just above her knees.  Both were wearing open toed
sandals.  The two young boys doubled over with laugher.  The older two
stared at us helplessly and desperately, their eyes pleading with us
to bring this to an end.

    "Ok, lets go."

    "Where?" I asked.

    "There's a volleyball exhibition game at the high school," he said
with a grin.

    The two older boys glanced at each other with desperation, their
painted mouths dropping open.

    "Well, com'on, let's go."

    We moved mechanically, our minds and limbs fighting every step.
We went in Bradley's convertible, Bradley, Joshalina and Jarred in the
front, the rest of us in the back.  As we walked up the sidewalk to
the school, Jay whispered to us, "Hey, did I mention that you lovers
can't get enough of each other?"

    As we entered the school, I felt a wave of desperate need pass
over me.  I looked at Georgette, and at the same time I felt a wave of
panic.  This was a school for Godsake, and the girl I was having the
hots over was a seventeen-year-old boy!  I glanced over at Bradley and
saw the same look of lust and panic in his eyes.  I looked at my date,
and my desire for sex caused my now stiff cock to ache.  Georgette had
the look of unquestioning love and teenage hots in his (her?) eyes as
he (she?) stared up at me, but beneath that, there was an even more
primitive look, the look of fear.  I had a good idea what was going on
in the poor youth's mind.  What if someone recognized him?  What
should he do if he saw someone he knew?  Worst of all, what were these
feelings of desire for the older man he was with?  Until that moment
he had only had such feelings for girls.  Joshalina was going through
the same turmoil.

    Approaching the boy and girl taking the silver collection, I could
see what they were thinking as they studied us.  They had to be
wondering who these two older men were with these two painted ladies,
and they certainly had to be wondering who the two harlots were.  I
glanced down at the floor, and I noticed except for Jay and Jarred,
the others were doing likewise.  As we headed into the gym, I could
feel the eyes of the two taking up the collection on us.

    Taking up places in the bleachers, we began to watch the game, but
I knew that not one of us was concentrating on the game in the middle
of the gym.  I fought the desire as long as I could, but finally I
could not resist putting my arm around my date.  I noticed as soon as
I had done so, Bradley did the same with Joshalina.  Georgina snuggled
up to me, and pressing her leg against mine, she placed her hand on my
thigh.  I drew her closer to me and inhaled her perfume as I slid my
hand down her side to just under her bra.  The two tormentors behind
us snickered and giggled.

    Several people walking by glanced up at us.  I overhead one of
them ask if the others had seen the old codger with the young painted
up babe.  One of the girls in the group commented that it was
impossible not to notice the two girls, they had such a load of grease
on.  When another group passed, one of the boys said it was funny, but
somehow the two girls with all the makeup reminded him of someone.

    Jay leaned over to whisper in my ear.  "Com'on dude, you got the
hots for your date.  I wanna see ya feelin' her up a bit."

    I snuggled up close and felt her bra with one hand while I gave
her a peck on the cheek.   Georgina responded by running her hand up
my thigh to my crotch.  She had to feel my heat of my hardon through
my trousers.  I was aroused, and that was very wrong considering the
circumstances.  It was wrong, but I could not help it.  I kissed her
cheek again, more passionately.

    "Uh oh, trouble."

    I looked up to see a man around my age in a suit heading along the
bleachers and looking right at us.  He was not smiling.

    "That's the fucking school principal.  You guys head for the car.
We'll stall him."

    As we made our way down out of the bleachers, the fellow kept his
eye on us and continued walking, evidently intending on intercepting
us once we reached the gym floor.  Jay and Jarred managed to get
between him and us, and by the time he got around Jay and Jarred, we
were heading out the door.  Jay and Jarred joined us a few minutes
later.

    "I'm hungry."

    "Me too."

    "Lets go to McDonalds."

    Arriving at the fast food restaurant, Bradley began to head for
the drive through, but the boys were having none of that.  We went
inside.  The place was packed with teenagers and young couples and the
occasional family.  Quite a few looked up at us as we queued up to
order our food.  As we found a place to sit with our dates, I again
heard the same comments, about old men and girls young enough to be
their daughters, about the amount of make-up our dates had, and how
someway they reminded others of people they could not place.  As we
ate in silence, I felt my lust for my date growing to the point of
desperation.  As I looked into her eyes, I could see the same lust for
me.  I could also see the desperation, the fear, and the confusion.
Jay and Jarred were practically in hysterics watching the four of us.
On the way home, Georgette snuggled up to me and placed her hand in my
lap.  I wrapped an arm around her and drew her close.

    "Okay, dudes," said Jay as soon as we returned to my house, "let's
go to the bedroom and see some hot loving."

    "Yeah," grinned Jarred.  "We wanna see a lot of kissing and
hugging between you lovers."

    "And stripping.  Let's get those clothes off those girls, boys."

    Bradley and I needed no second invitation.  Even though I knew
that this was not as my mind was saying, I could not help thinking of
the boy in front of me as a hot date, and I knew he could not help but
think of me as some hot teen-lover.  We embraced and kissed
passionately, George's lipstick tasting sweet and leaving a smear on
my lips.  We kissed over and over, each kiss becoming more lustful,
and we ran our hands over each other's bodies.  Unable to take
anymore, I removed his blouse and skirt, and he removed my shirt and
trousers.  We lay on the bed kissing and embracing, me in my briefs,
him in his hot black bra and panties.  Soon his panties were sticking
out in a most uncharacteristic manner for a girl.

    I removed his bra and kissed his breasts, running my hands over
his back and sucking on his nipples.  We removed our underwear
together.  Meanwhile Bradley and Joshalina were laying beside us on
the bed and doing the same.

    "Now, George, tell Mr. Wallace you love him."

    "I love you," he said.

    "Slap him in the face as hard as you can, Mr. Wallace."

    "Yes, Master Jay," I said, immediately slapping George as hard as
I could.

    "Now, each time any of you say what we tell you, you say it like
you mean it, and if you don't, then the other guy will slap you.  All
you shitheads got that?"

    "Yes, Master Jay," I replied as the other three also replied in
the affirmative.

    "Now, George, tell Mr. Wallace again that you love him."

    "I love you, Mr. Wallace," he said sincerely although I could tell
in his eyes how repugnant he was finding the words.

    "Tell him you think he's real handsome."

    "You are really handsome."

    "Tell him he turns you on."

    "You really turn me on."

    "Now your turn, Mr. Wallace.  Tell George you really love him,
especially his butt."

    "I love you George, especially your butt."

    "Turn around and spread your ass cheeks apart with your hands so
he can have a good look at your butthole, George."

    He did so obediently, but not without embarrassment and shame.
What could this young high school boy possibly be thinking being
forced to do such a perverted act before a total stranger, and a grown
man besides?

    "Now we want you to tell him how hot you are for him, and how you
want him to lick your ass and stick his tongue up your hole, George.
That's because you really do love him, and you want to have sex with
him bad.  And we want you to tell him how much you wanna get your ass
fucked, George, cuz you really love him too."

    "I think you're really hot," he said, parroting Jay.  "I want you
to lick my ass and stick your tongue up it."

    "I ... I..," I struggled, "I want to do it a lot."

    George turned around and smacked me just as he'd been told to do
if I was insincere.  The boys howled with laughter and gave each other
high fives again.

    "I want to lick your ass, George.  I'd love to lick your ass," I
said more sincerely.

    He turned and got on his hands and knees.  I got in position
behind him and ran my tongue along his ass crack.  Upon the boy's
instructions, he spread apart his cheeks with his hands and I ran my
tongue up his crevice and worked my tongue in his hole.  It was a
weird sensation, and I felt myself getting aroused despite the
situation.  The boys had told me I loved him and wanted to have sex
with him, and those thoughts combined with the physical stimulation
overrode any shame and repugnance I was feeling.  My arousal did not
go unnoticed by the boys.

    "Beg him to fuck your ass, George."

    "Please," cried George desperately, "Please fuck my ass.  I love
you so much."

    "Your turn, Josh.  Stick your finger up your ass and tell Mr.
Straton that you wish it was his big cock fucking you."

    Josh looked Bradley straight in the eye as he eased his finger up
his butt.  "I'm wishing it was you're big hot cock up my ass instead
of my finger, and I'm really hoping you'll fuck my ass for me," the
teenage boy said, his voice desperate and sincere, his eyes pained
with shame and disgust over what he was saying.

    "I'd love to.  I'd love to fuck your tight, cute ass," Bradley
replied, just as he might have on one of his hot dates.

    I said the same to George, my mind telling me I was in love with
this handsome young stud while my conscience screamed that what I was
saying and feeling was shameful and immoral.

    The boys giggled and slapped each other on the back.  "Do it," Jay
said.

    Bradley and I knelt behind the two teenage boys and applying gobs
of spit to our cockheads until they were slimy and slippery, we eased
our hot cocks up their butts with as much lust and desire as we would
have plunged into a woman.  The two boys grunted and squirmed in their
mad desire to accept us.

    Jay and Jarred tossed off their clothes.  Both boys were erect,
Jarred with a five-inch teenage cock and Jay with 4 inches, impressive
for a boy his age.  Jay knelt before George and Jarred before Josh.
"Okay, girls, you love cock so much you want more.  You want to suck
ours."

    Without hesitation the two boys bent their heads and took the two
young boys' dicks into their mouths.  They sucked and worked their
lips up and down the slender shafts of the boymeat.   It was not long
before the six of us were climaxing, five of us with wet, thick loads
erupting from our dicks, the sixth trembling with just as much
enjoyment with his dry orgasm.  The two youngest boys collapsed on the
bed and grinned at the four of us.

    "That was fucking kewel," Jay said.  "You dudes make great girls."

    George and Josh glanced down, flushed with embarrassment, unable
to do what their minds were screaming for them to do.  They had just
eagerly offered up their butts for a hot fucking, and had hungrily
gone down on the two youths like wanton hussies.  Their makeup was
smeared and their wigs had become crooked in the excitement of
climaxing, adding to the impression they were two loose and hot
whores.

    "Yeah," said Jarred with a satisfied smile.  "We gotta do this
again sometime."

    "You assholes can go now," Jay announced, and the four of us began
to emerge from under their control.  We all glanced anywhere but at
each other in our embarrassment and shame as we quickly dressed.  The
two high school boys and Bradley left without a word and as soon as
they could.

    Jarred and Jay got dressed and headed for the door.  "Hey, Mr.
Wallace," Jay said, "your readers are going to expect a hot story as
good as the others you wrote, so you do a good job." Then he added
with an evil grin as he stepped outside,  "By the way, ya like dogs?"

    Before I could reply, the two boys turned and left.  I could hear
their laughter far down the street even with my door
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