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   Warning Welcome.  This story is about us, three preteen boys and a
fourteen-year-old boy, controlling the mind of a forty-four-year-old man.
If you don't like this idea or stories about peeing, you will want to skip
this Part.  If you do, then we hope you have fun reading it.  Thanks to J**
for this story idea.  To our many faithful readers, if you can think of
something we have not done yet and would like to see a story about it write
to authorsix@hotmail.com and let us know for part 12.  Love ya, Jay, Tyler,
Billie and Jarred.

   At Their Mercy - Part 9

   Lately I have been looking at the want-ads and the selling prices of
homes in the area.  I don't want to leave my home of twenty years, nor the
good job I have, but moving is the only solution I have to getting rid of
my three tormentors.  I've tried repeatedly to break the command that I
would not tell anyone of their control over me, other than through these
stories that I have to write and pass on to Master Jay, but it is of no
avail.  Perhaps it is just as well I cannot break that command.  I'd be too
ashamed to tell anyone what has been happening to me.  Besides, if I went
to the police I would have no proof to back my accusations.  If I went to
the boys' parents, they certainly would not believe their sweet, innocent
boys would be capable of doing the perverted things they have done over the
past two months.  I certainly know better.

   Several times Jay has phoned to tell me of comments he has received
through some other poor soul he has posting these stories for him, and each
time I have tried to convince him to come over and talk about what the boys
have been doing.  I am more than willing to meet them half way, to accede
to whatever demands they might have if they would only stop humiliating me
and forcing me to degrade myself, but any attempt to have Jay meet with me
has been to no avail.  I have even gone so far as to contact the other two
boys, but their response has been that it was totally up to Jay.

   How I could have my life totally destroyed and everything I value left
to the whims of a dark-haired, dark-eyed, eleven-year-old demon by the name
of Jay; his innocent-looking, blondhaired pal of the same age, Tyler; and
their nine-year-old redheaded pal, Billie, was something I would never have
dreamed.  It is now my worst nightmare.

   Their last visit to me was last Sunday afternoon.  It was a hot muggy
day and I was out on the back patio reading the want-ads.  They came
sauntering through the house and onto the patio as arrogant as ever. 
Typically, they left the back door wide open, and probably the front too.
This time they had with them a friend that had joined them on three
previous occasions, fourteenyear-old Jarred.

   "Hi, Mr.  Wallace," Jay said as he flopped down on the lounge chair
beside me.  "Fucking hot ain't it?"

   I grimaced with the utterance of the curse word, but I said nothing. 
Two months ago I would have reprimanded him for his vulgarity, but I knew
now it would be futile to do so.

   "What's the matter, you didn't hear me, asshole?"

   "Maybe he got shit in his ears," Billie suggested with a grin, evidently
referring to the last time we had met.  The boys had dressed me in a
disposable diaper and then had made me dirty it and wear it for the day in
public.

   "Sorry, Master Jay.  Yes, it is hot."

   "Fucking hot."

   "Yes, fucking hot," I managed to say.  The four boys glanced at each
other and smirked.

   "You know, the more I've gotten to know you, Mr.  Wallace, the more I've
gotten to like you," said Tyler with an innocent smile.  He brushed his
blond hair out of his hazel eyes and peered up at me from behind his long,
blond eyelashes.

   "I've gotten to like you too," I lied.

   "Aw, gosh," he said.  Sitting down on my lap, he threw his arms around
me and gave me a kiss, straight on the lips.  The other three boys laughed.

   "So, we could all use some Gatorade, and some chips," he hinted.

   I hurried into the house to get the refreshments for my masters and
Tyler took my seat.  As I filled the bowls with chips and got the Gatorade
out of the refrigerator, I wondered if I catered to them and did everything
exactly as they wanted, if maybe then I might be able to reason with them.

   "You were rather slow, asshole," Jay commented as I rushed back outside.
The four boys were sitting around the patio table.

   "Sorry, Master Jay," I replied as the hair on the back of my neck rose.

   "Well, we'll let it go this time," he said condescendingly.

   "I'm sweating like a pig," said Jarred as he opened up his shirt.

   "Help Jarred off with his shirt," ordered Tyler.

   I hurried to obey.

   "Take off my runners too, and my socks."

   Even though he was not one of my three masters, I obediently did as I
was told.  That, and the fact I was not under the hypnotic control of the
boys, did not go unnoticed by the four of them.  As I removed Jarred's
Adidas airwalks, the unique odour of sweaty teenage feet wafted up to my
nose.  His socks were damp from perspiration.

   "Go ahead," he said with a grin as he put his feet up on the picnic
table.  "I know you're aching to smell them." I crouched down and inhaled
deeply, much to the amusement of the boys.  "Go ahead, lick them." They
were clean but salty with sweat, and smelled of hot runners.  I dutifully
licked the backs of his feet, and then between the toes and then his soles.
As I began to suck his large toe, I noticed him reach down and begin to rub
his crotch on the outside of his Calvin Klein jeans.  By the time I was
finished sucking on his toes, he had an erection.

   "Come and remove my runners and socks too," ordered Billie once Jarred
indicated he had enough.  I hurried to obey, and on Billie's demand I
sniffed his sneaker scented feet too.  "I know something else I bet you've
been dying to sniff," he said with a suggestive leer as only a
nine-year-old can leer.  The others all laughed.  "Because I like you so
much, I'm going to let you." He stood up and had me remove his green Bugle
Boy shorts and white jockey briefs.  His little penis, two inches at the
most, was stiffly jutting up in the air.  Watching me licking Jarred's feet
and the thought of what he was going to have me do evidently had gotten him
aroused.

   He stood up and I knelt down behind him and sniffed his young, boy butt.
The natural odour of his body, a combination of perspiration and the
muskiness of his anus, reminded me he was only nine years old.  "Lick my
butthole." He was nine years of age, but he was no innocent little boy.  As
I ran my tongue up the crack of his ass, I thought back to July 5 when I
had been forced to worship all three of my master's butts.  While I licked
his asshole, Billie reached down and fondled his stiff little penis. 
Finally telling me to stop, Billie slipped off his blue and yellow striped
Adidas T-shirt and stretched his slim, naked body with exaggeration.  He
sat down on the lawn chair, spreading apart his legs and allowing his stiff
boyhood and little, hairless testicles to be fully observed.  The little
demon knew how I felt and was testing me.  I bit my lip and said nothing.

   "That looks cool," observed Tyler.

   "It is kewel," joked Billie.

   Tyler stood and quickly stripped.  "Ahh," he sighed as he reached
between his legs and flopped his testicles.  "My nuts were boiling.  Come
smell how hot they are, Mr.  Wallace." I stepped over, and crouching down,
I sniffed at his young nads.  The odour of boy sweat gave me a strange
feeling inside.  Part of me longed to be a carefree, bold youth again too.
Part of me remembered my own budding sexuality thirty years ago.  As I
looked up at him, the corners of his mouth curled ever so slightly.  He
knew perfectly well the effect he was having on me.  "Go ahead," he said as
his eyes slanted and his lips turned to a smirk.  "Suck them." I bent
forward and took his little testicles into my mouth.  Their taste was far
different from Billie's butt.  As I rolled them in my mouth, his penis
began to rise.  He did not let me stop until his cock was fully erect.  It
was just over three inches.

   While I'd been sucking on Tyler's nuts, Jarred and Jay had also
stripped. Jay was the only one not erect, and he noticed that I noticed.

   "C'mon then, cocksucker," he said with a smirk as he flipped his limp
dick with his first and second fingers.  "Come suck me."

   I knelt before him and took his little boy dink in my mouth.  If anyone
had told me two months ago I'd be jumping to the slightest whim of a bunch
of children I'd have said he was crazy.  As for what those whims were, two
months ago I had no idea children could have such vulgar thoughts.  It did
not take long for Jay to become as erect as the others.  Even after he
became stiff, he had me continue sucking on his three-and-a-half inches a
few more minutes.

   For the next two hours the four boys kept me running, fetching them
Gatorade, refilling their bowls with chips, getting sunblock and rubbing it
on their naked bodies, and setting up the electric fan.  Whenever I was not
dashing about, one of them would have me sniffing and licking some part of
his body until I got him erect again.  When even that became boring, they
had me run downtown to get them gum and comic books.  While they sat there
in the patio chairs and read, I had the first chance to catch my breath and
think since they had arrived.

   "Mr.  Wallace," called Jay, looking up from the Power Rangers comic he
was reading.

   "Yes, Master Jay?"

   "You really love us, don't you?"

   "Yes, yes I do," I said.  "But we have to talk about what you . . .  we
have been doing."

   "Sure.  What do you want to talk about?  The day we became your masters
down in the ravine?  Bum fucking that straight dude friend of yours, or our
football jerks . . .  ah, jocks?" he asked with a grin.

   "Or about boogers?" asked Billie.

   "Or poopy diapers?" asked Tyler.

   "That jerk off lesson you gave at school?" Jarred asked.

   "Maybe about dogs," Billie suggested with a wicked grin.

   "Boys' bums?" Tyler asked with a twinkle in his eyes.

   "That wild party we had at your place?" offered Jay.

   "All of them," I replied.

   "So, go ahead," offered Jay.

   "Well, the thing is this.  We can't keep going this way."

   "Right."

   I stared at Jay.  He was agreeing?  Was he willing to negotiate some
sort of truce?  Could I be so lucky that the novelty of all this had
finally worn off and he was willing to quit altogether?

   "Then you agree, this has to stop."

   "Stop?  I didn't say anything about fucking stopping."

   "But you said we can't keep going this way."

   "Right."

   "What do you mean then?"

   "Just that.  We gotta change a few things."

   "Change?"

   "Yeah."

   "Such as?"

   "Well, like we shouldn't have to come put you under a spell every time
we want you to do stuff.  Like, we should be able to just come over here
and have you do it without having to say the key word, you know.  Like
today."

   My plan was working!  "Well, sure, there are some things you could come
over here and do."

   "Like what?"

   "Like today, coming over for drinks and snacks."

   "And running around naked."

   "Yeah," joined in Billie.  "It's so kewel being able to strip butt
naked."

   "Well, yes, I suppose, but we have to be careful about the neighbours."

   "Fuck the neighbours," observed Jay.

   "Yeah, fuck the neighbours," agreed Billie.

   "We know what we can do with their minds if they have a problem with us
being naked," said Tyler with a grin, and the other boys all laughed.

   "But no more of that sort of thing between you boys and me," I proposed
cautiously.

   "Right on," said Jay.  "Just what I was saying.  No more mind control."

   "And no more juvenile humour."

   "What's that?" asked Billie.

   "The pooping and peeing stuff."

   "And boogers and farts?"

   "Yes."

   "Then what's the point?"

   "Yeah," chimed in the others.

   "But if I agree to letting you do some things, you have to let up on
others."

   "Fuck we do.  We can do whatever the fuck we want," observed Jay.

   "But I'll agree to let you boys do "

   "You'll strip when we tell you to strip, without us putting you under
our control?" Jay interrupted.

   I hesitated.  That was the one thing I had held off doing willingly to
this point.  I weighed the pros and cons to the concession.  I seemed to be
making some headway with the boys.  "Yes."

   "Fucking kewel.  Okay, strip."

   "Now?"

   "Yeah."

   "Here?"

   "Awh, asshole, just fucking do it?"

   I slowly began to remove my clothing.  One part of me was rejoicing that
I had finally come to an understanding with my tormentors, but another part
of me was nagging that giving in to even one of their demands was wrong. 
Besides that, there was an underlying suspicion that Jay was still up to
something.

   "Alright," said Tyler.  "This is so kewel having our own personal adult
to order around."

   "Yeah, our servant to do our every bidding," said Billie.

   "A dude who worships our every word," said Jay.

   "A dude who worships our butts," said Billie and the others laughed.

   I stood there in my back yard, stark naked before the four boys just as
I had in the ravine eight weeks ago when this had all begun.

   "Stick your finger up your asshole."

   "Ah, boys."

   "Fucking stick it up, dude," said Jay, his voice rising with irritation.

   "We have to decide which things are acceptable, and which are not."

   "Everything we tell you is acceptable," Jay said simply.

   "Right on," the others agreed.

   "No, I

   "Did he say no?

   "Did you say no?"

   "Yes."

   "You said yes?"

   "No, I said there are some things we have to agree on that you won't ask
me to do."

   "Forget it."

   "You can't expect me to just obey everything you say."

   "You gonna stick your finger up your ass or not?"

   "No."

   "Guess again shithead."

   With the magic word, I felt myself falling down that all too familiar
tunnel, dropping faster and faster, leaving my conscious will behind and
dropping down to the level where I was the object of the boys every
command. As I fell, I heard the boys talking.

   "What the fucking shit was that all about?"

   "Fucked if I know."

   "The shithead thought if he served us drinks and snacks, we'd let up on
the dirty stuff."

   "But that's the best stuff."

   "Why would we do that?"

   "The shithead must think we're a bunch of dumb kids to agree to that."

   "He's the dumb one."

   "We gotta show him."

   "We will, next time we meet.  Remember what J*** wrote what we could
do?"

   "Yeah, now I see why.  He must know bout dudes like ol'man Wallace."

   "The old fart's a stupid shithead thinking we would stop doing this
stuff."

   "Yep."

   "So we still gonna do what we planned?"

   "Course."

   "We still gonna do it in the bathtub, or should we do it out here?"

   "Let's do it right here."

   "Ok, shithead, lay down on the deck."

   "Wait, let's get a blanket."

   "Kewel."

   "The blue blanket off the top of his bed."

   "Yeah, go get it shithead."

   I returned with the satin comforter off the bed and spread it down on
the deck.  I lay down on my back and the four boys lined up beside me, Jay
at my head on one side and Billie at the other side, Tyler to my right at
my hips, Jarred to my left opposite Tyler.

   "Play with yourself," Tyler ordered.

   I reached down and began to fondle myself.  Unable to resist the
physical stimulation, my dick slowly began to swell.  I was almost getting
use to masturbating before the boys.  They fiddled with their own dinks
while they watched me.  When I was erect, Jay ordered me to place my hand
at my side again.

   "Okay, guys, at the count of three," said Jay.  "One, two, three."

   Jay was the first, his yellow stream suddenly gushing out of his penis
and striking me in the face.  "Open your fucking mouth." My mind fought
back but my mouth slowly opened.  He aimed his stream for my parted lips.
The sharp, salty fluid filled my mouth.  "Swallow." I did, and somehow
stopped from gagging on the warm, acrid urine.

   Tyler was next, his stream arching out and spraying off my erect cock
and basting my testicles in his warm fluid.  It flowed between my legs and
soaked into the comforter.  Billie's stream struck my chest, running over
my teats and across my chest in a yellow torrent and soaking my chest
hairs. Jarred ran his stream down my thigh, causing a trill to run through
my body.  He basted my naked feet with his hot urine.  Four streams of hot
boy pee played over my body.  Dozens of tiny yellow rivulets trickled
through my body hair and down my sides to soak into my comforter.

   As Jarred began to play his stream back up my right leg, Tyler played
his down the left.  Spraying my genitals, Jarred ordered me to resume
playing with myself.  I began to work my fingers up and down my shaft while
he directed his piss at my pumping fist.  Meanwhile Billie and Jay were
exchanging positions, Jay running his stream in circles over my chest and
filling my belly button with a tiny pool of piss, Billie running his stream
up to soak my hair and back to my mouth to drink.

   The air was filled with the nitrogenous odour of fresh piss as four
amber streams crisscrossed over my naked body.  The boys had evidently been
saving up for this moment, and their streams seemed to be endless.  Hot
piss ran down my chest and my sides and along my legs and arms.  Pools of
piss collected where ever there was a hollow, and what flowed off my body
was soaked up by the comforter under me.  Boy piss filled my mouth faster
than I could swallow and ran out of the corners of my mouth and around my
chin.  Through it all, I lay there and pumped my stiff cock.

   One by one the boys finished and shook off the remaining drops on my
drenched body.  Seconds later I reached my climax.  My cum shot into the
air and landed back in my piss-soaked hairs.  A gob ran down the crevice
between my right leg and groin.  Another struck my right thigh.  The
remainder oozed out of my throbbing cock and over my fingers.

   "That was kewel," observed Billie.

   "Yeah," agreed Jay and Tyler.

   "I still can't believe the stuff you guys make this old dude do,"
observed Jarred.

   "Yeah, well, that's what he's here for," said Jay with a grin and the
four boys high-fived.

   "Well, I'm gonna have to split," said Tyler.  "My grandparents are down
visiting."

   "They kewel?" asked Billie.

   "Oh yeah, they brought me a bunch of gifts, and they're treating us to
pizza tonight."

   "I gotta go too," said Jarred.  "Told my dad I'd mow the lawn."

   "For free?"

   "Course not," he said with a grin.

   "So, we'll be seeing ya," said Jay as the boys dressed.  "One last
thing. We don't want ya to forget us, so we want ya to sleep with this
pissy blanket on your bed tonight.  Got it?"

   "Yes, Master Jay."

   "Great asshole." As I began to regain my own consciousness, he added,
"be sure to stock up on a lot of junk food and drinks, cuz we're gonna have
a sleepover at your place next."

   As the boys left and I headed to my bedroom with the piss drenched
comforter, I decided it would not matter what job I took, or where I moved
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