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Warning/Welcome.  This is the ongoing story of the mind control three
preteen boys and a fourteen-year-old have over a forty-four-year-old
man.  If you like stories of dominance and of scat, read on.  Comments
can be sent to us (Jay, Tyler, Billie, Jarred) at
authorsix@hotmail.com Thanks to J*** for this idea.


		   At Their Mercy - Part 10


    When I was a boy, I used to look forward to Saturdays.  Saturdays
meant no school, time to play with friends, afternoon matinees, and
staying up until nine or maybe even ten.  Later as a teenager I still
looked forward to Saturdays for much the same reasons, except of
course my choices of entertainment were somewhat different.  Even as
an adult I looked forward to Saturdays as a break away from work, and
a chance to relax and enjoy my hobbies.  With the arrival of the boys
from hell three months ago, that changed.  Saturdays were spent in
dread wondering if my tormentors were going to show up.  In the case
of this last Saturday, there was no question.  Jay had phoned on
Monday to tell me to expect company Saturday night.  He knew there was
nothing I could do about it, and he knew now I'd worry for the entire
week knowing they were coming.  Of course he didn't say how many or
who was coming to add to my tension.

    So for the entire week I fretted about it, particularly
considering the last time Jay had thrown a party at my house.  I
described that in Part 4.  I considered moving out some of my best
furniture, or at least covering it with plastic or sheets, but I knew
the boys would not like that and would just have me remove them.

    Actually they arrived just before supper, each carrying their
pajamas, toothbrushes and other personal belongings their parents had
insisted they pack for the sleepover.  Little did they know what their
sons were really up to.  Nine-year-old Billie used a Garfield backpack
and fourteen-year-old Jarred an Adidas backpack, marking the wide
difference between the two boys that otherwise had some very common
interests, namely games of perversion and humiliating me.   The
eleven-year-olds, Jay and Tyler, came with plastic grocery bags,
reflecting a different kind of coolness.

    Following a discussion whether to eat out or order in or have me
prepare their meal, a discussion which of course I did not participate
in, the boys decided on me going to get Kentucky Fried ChickenŠ.  As I
drove out, I wondered what the boys had planned for this night.  I
knew that whatever it was, I was not going to like it.  There were two
things that at least I had going for me: this time there were only
four boys instead of eight, and this time we were not having pizza.
Of course they could have more boys arriving while I was gone.  I did
not like that thought at all and tried to put it out of my mind as I
waited for our order.

    When I returned home and heard my stereo blasting out some rock
song called "mmmBop" as I pulled into the driveway, my heart took a
leap for my throat.  Cautiously opening the door and going into the
living room, I was relieved to see just the four boys there.  They had
done some rearranging of the furniture while I'd gone.  The whicker
chair from my bedroom and one of the Oak Royale chairs from the spare
bedroom had been moved out into the living room.   The two chairs made
a rough circle with my suave brown, Italia leather sofa and matching
leather recliner with the glass coffee table in the centre.

    I fully expected the boys to flop right down there and eat, but
much to my surprise, and relief, they suggested we eat at the dining
room table.  Throughout the meal, which I'm surprised they shared with
me, the boys talked about different music groups and friends they knew
and the usual chatter I suppose you would expect from preteen and
young teenage boys.  That is something I don't know since I don't have
any children of my own, and if you've read any of my previous
encounters with these boys, you know they are not exactly your typical
youngsters.  At least they were not in someways.  As they burped and
immediately engaged in a contest, and as they wiped their greasy lips
off with the back of their hands and then their hands on their pants,
it was hard to believe they were not your average group of boys.

    "So what do you say guys, should we begin?" asked Jay.

    "Sure," the others agreed eagerly.

    "Then let the ceremony begin," Jay announced dramatically with a
wide smile as he got up from the table.

    Jay sat down in the whicker chair and put his sneakered feet up on
the pillows from the spare bedroom that had been placed in front of
it.  Jarred sat down on the Oak Royale chair to his right, and Billie
took the recliner on his left.  Tyler sprawled out on the sofa,
casually putting his sneakered feet up on the expensive leather but
glancing at me out of the corner of his eye.  His lips curled slightly
and his eyes sparkled when I said nothing.  The boys had me sit on the
coffee table in the centre.

    "We still haven't found a name for ya, Mr. Wallace," he said,
sounding almost apologetic.

    "I still think Poochie is a good idea," complained Billie in the
typical whiny voice of a put- out nine-year-old.

    "We already discussed that," Jay said with a frown.  "Ol'man
Wallace ain't our dog."

    "I like, you know, the magic word that hypnotizes him," commented
Tyler.

    "Yeah, but each time we called him we'd be remembering how we used
it to put him under."

    "Yeah, we need something totally different," agreed Jarred.

    "Maybe we should just call him his name," suggested Tyler.

    "What is your name anyway?"

    "Alexander."

    "Come scratch my back, Alexander," tried Jay, and I was half way
up before I realized he had not really given me a command.  I sat back
down sheepishly as the boys laughed.

    "Gotcha trained good," Jay said with a grin.

    "Go get us some chips, Alex," Tyler ordered.

    "Kiss my ass, Alexander Wallace," tried out Billie.

    The boys looked at each other and wrinkled up their noses.

    "Got a middle name?"

    "Phillip."

    "Phil."

    "Philly."

    "Alexander Phillip.  A.P."

    "That could be for  . . .  ass . . . "

    "Phart with a ph," suggested Tyler and the boys laughed.

    "Ass poop," offered Billie.

    "Apple . . . "

    "A.P.  Arm Pit."

    The boys looked at each other, at me, and then at Jarred who had
made the suggestion.

    "Ha, that's it, dude!" replied Jay.

    "Kewel," agreed Billie.

    "That's definitely what he is," observed Tyler and the boys all
laughed again.

    "Arm Pit when we are alone, and A.P. when we are in public, though
we'll know it's not for Alexander Phillip," suggested Jarred.

    "Then it's agreed," pronounced Jay.  "Okay, strip, shithead,"

    With the pronouncement of the magic word I began my trip down the
dark tunnel, signifying the boy's will over mine, their total control
of my mind.  I allowed myself to fall deep into the trance, knowing
that there was not a thing I could do about it.  I slowly began to
remove my clothes while the boys watched as if I was an erotic dancer.
Had the boys been older, they probably would have made me do it to
music, probably one of their meaningless songs like the one presently
on the stereo.  I finally stood there before the boys, a
forty-four-year-old, five-foot- ten, hundred-and-eighty pound man,
exposing his hairy chest and hairy potbelly along with his privates to
a group of grinning boys still considered to be in their childhood.

    "Okay dude," Jay said, addressing me, "we got this like bonding
ceremony we planned out.  One of the readers, J*** , figured like it
was time we made this official that we're your masters, and said he
hoped Jarred could be here too.  Well, me'n Tyler 'n Billie talked
about it, and we figured Jarred should be one of your masters too."
He smiled over at Jarred and Jarred returned the smile, an exchange
between two close buddies.  "Jarred helped us out a lot with what
we're gonna do," he said, glancing at Jarred appreciatively.  Jarred's
smile widened and he blushed a bit, embarrassed by the complement.
"You explain it, Jarred."

    "Well," he began, "its like taking a blood oath, you know, like
Huck and Tom in that movie by Disney."  I didn't know anything about
the movie, but I got the idea.  "The four of us are gonna do stuff
together, and that'll make us all one, 'cept we're not gonna cut
ourselves or nothin'."

    "What we got planned is even better," interrupted Billie,
evidently eager to begin.

    "Tell him the rest," prompted Jay, enjoying the tension he was
building up, as if he was the ringmaster at a circus.

    "The other part of it is making you our total and complete slave,
for ever and ever."

    "We got some great stuff for you to do," Tyler added, fidgeting in
his eagerness.

    "And when we're done, we'll sign this pact that will seal the
deal," concluded Jay.  The boys grinned at me like Cheshire cats, and
then they looked at Jay.  "We're like all your masters, each of us
equal, but I'm still the leader."

    "Supreme Master," said Tyler, looking at Jay as if Jay was his
idol.  You could see how proud he was that they were best friends.

    "So I go first," Jay grinned, chewing on his gum vigorously in his
excitement.  "Move that table and lay on your back Arm Pit."  I moved
the table and lay down on the shag carpet.  They put one of the
pillows under my head.  As the boys gathered around me I prayed they
were not going to piss on me like they had done out on the patio the
last time they were here.  "Okay, we're gonna tell you what we are and
what you are, and you're gonna tell us back stuff we tell you," Jay
explained as he towered above me.  "We are your masters, and you are
our slave.  We have total control over what you say and do.  We
control your mind and your body.  We own your soul."

    Jay knelt down beside me with a wicked gleam in his eyes.  "Open
your mouth wide," he mumbled.  As I did so, he puckered his lips and
removed his wad of gum.  Working his jaw as he leaned forward, he
allowed a gob of spit to ease between his lips and then sucked it back
in.  He wouldn't!  "Stick out your tongue and don't you fuckin'
swallow, dude."  I stuck out my tongue.   His dark brown eyes gleamed
brightly as the first gob collected at his puckered lips and then
dropped like a pendant to land on my tongue.  His slimy spit oozed
down over my tongue and before the pendant separated he slowly allowed
another gob to flow from his mouth to mine along the thin strand of
spittle joining us.  He had worked up a mouthful of spit and my tongue
was coated by the time he had emptied his mouth.  Hawking up a thick
gob from this throat, he spat it in my mouth as a final indignity.

    As he sat up, Tyler squatted down on the other side of me and told
me I could put my tongue back in as he removed his wad of gum.
Tyler's hazel eyes sparkled with equal delight as he bent his head
over until our lips almost touched and he opened his mouth, allowing
his mouthful of saliva to flow directly from his mouth to mine in a
flood.  I wanted to gag as his warm, slimy spittle flowed into my
mouth but I knew I did not dare.  The addition of Jay's and his saliva
caused my own salivary  glands to start producing.

    Little redheaded Billie was next.  The slight, four foot, sixty
pound imp sat on my chest and his greenish eyes stared directly into
mine.  The power and dominance in his eyes were frightening.  He
allowed his spittle to gather at his parted lips and then sucked it
back in teasingly a few times.  Finally, his eyes took on an extra
gleam and he allowed his spittle to drool from his lips and drop into
my mouth.  His eyes never left contact with mine the whole while.

    Being last, Jarred had worked up a mouthful of slimy, bubbly spit.
He knelt beside me as had Jay.  His face was flushed with arousal and
his hazel eyes took on a look of lust as he added his spittle to the
others as Jay had, one slow pendant at a time, each flowing into the
other in one constant flow from his mouth to mine.

    "Close your lips and slush our spit about," ordered Jay.  I worked
my cheeks in and out, churning up their saliva and mine and coating my
teeth with it.  "Just like our spit is mixed in your mouth to become
one, so are we one, one for all and all for one.  We are equal and
your masters, and just like your spit joins with ours, you're joined
with us forever as our respectful and humble slave.  Now swallow our
spit in homage to us, and then thank us for letting you have our spit.
I wanna hear you tell us how much you love our spit, how you love its
taste and how it feels sliding down your throat, and how most of all
how you love and respect each of us."

    By this time my cheeks were bulging.  I closed my eyes and took my
first gulp.  Hot, thick, bubbly spit slid down my throat in a slimy
flood, my mind reminding me four-fifths of it was spit from someone
else's mouth.  I swallowed again and fought back the desire to gag.
It took half a dozen swallows to empty my mouth.  "Thank you for
letting me have your spit," I found myself saying.  "I love it.  I
love the taste of your spit and the slimy way it oozes down my throat.
Most of all I love and respect my masters Jay, Tyler, Billie and
Jarred," I stated, my voice reflecting that I really sincerely
believed what I was saying.  On the surface and in my mind I did.
However, much deeper down in my mind, a voice silently added, "until I
move away from here."

    The boys looked over at Jarred.  They were evidently following a
planned script that they had prepared for this evening.  "We are your
masters, and you are our slave.  We have total control over what you
say and do.  We control your mind and your body.  We own your soul,"
Jarred began.  By the time the evening was over I was going to hate
those lines.  "Ya admire us cuz we're perfect," Jarred continued.
"You on the other hand are defective.  We're like prime rib and you're
like hamburger helper."  The boys giggled.  "We got perfect bodies,
and most of all, we got perfect feet," Jarred continued.  "You're
gonna take off our runners now, and you're gonna show us how much ya
admire our feet by sniffing them and then licking them clean.  You
love the sight and smell and taste of our feet."

    The boys all returned to where they had been sitting.  Sitting
down before Jarred, I unlaced his Adidas airwalks and removed them.
The aroma of his sweaty teenage feet wafted up to my nostrils and I
had an uncontrollable urge to smell them.  The boys hooted and laughed
as I raised his stocking feet to my nose and inhaled as if I was
inhaling a fine wine.  The rank odour of sweaty feet and hot sneakers
filled me with desire.  Removing his Calvin Klein socks, I gazed down
at his naked, slim feet and I felt like I had never seen anything so
beautiful. Raising his left foot, I bent my head and began to lick it,
first the back, and then the sole, and then working my tongue between
each toe.  I finished by sucking on each of his toes.  When I finished
and looked up at him, I could not help but notice that his Calvin
Kleins were bulging out even more than in the most suggestive ad C.K
had ever come out with to sell their jeans.

    In that Jay was the leader of my four masters, I figured I should
do him next.  Crawling over to the whicker chair on my hands and
knees, I removed his Nike runners and socks.  Once again the sight of
the young boy's naked feet filled me with admiration and with lust.  I
held them before me and inhaled their pungent odour, and the smell of
his sweaty feet made my saliva begin to flow.  As I began to lick his
salty feet my flow of saliva rapidly increased as if I was eating the
most savoury meal of my life.  I bathed his feet in my spittle and
lapped it back up eagerly.  As with Jarred, I concluded by sucking
each of his toes.

    Moving on to the sofa, I removed the blue and white Reeboks and
blue socks of his best pal and repeated showing my admiration and
willingness to serve.  As I did so, I glanced out of the corner of my
eyes and noticed that the other three boys were fondling themselves
through their jeans while they watched me.  Master Billie was the
last.  He lay back in the recliner and looked down at me with eager
anticipation as I removed his Adidas runners and his socks.  Of all
the four boys, his feet had the strongest odour and I could not help
but see the small black patches between his toes.

    "I been wearing the same socks for a week, and running up and down
in the ravine to be sure I had some toe jam for ya, Arm Pit," he said
with a proud grin.  "Wasn't that nice of me?"

    "Yes, Master Billie, very nice."  The smell only enhanced my
admiration for the slight boy feet and tiny delicious-looking toes.  I
attacked his feet with the gusto of a mad man, inhaling their
sneaker-scented fragrance, licking their salty sweat, wedging my
tongue between his toes to sample his toe jam, and sucking on each
tiny digit.  'This is so fucking kewel," he commented as at last I
looked up at him for approval.     

    "Just like our toe jam is mixed in your stomach to become one so
are we one, one for all and all for one.  We are equal and your
masters, and just like your spit joins with our toe jam, you're joined
with us forever as our admiring slave.  Now in homage to us, thank us
for letting you clean our feet with your tongue," Jarred ordered.
"Tell us how much you love our toe jam and how you love its taste and
how you ache for our feet, and how most of all you admire us."

    "Thank you for letting me clean your feet with my tongue.  I love
the sweaty taste of your toe jam and I ache for your feet.  I admire
my masters Jarred, Jay, Tyler, and Billie," I stated, again my voice
reflecting an honestly felt sincerity.  Also again much deeper down in
my mind a voice silently added, "until I move away from here."

    The boys grinned at each other and high-fived.  They next turned
to Tyler.  "Hope all that toe jam didn't fill ya up, Arm Pit," Tyler
said as he stood up and began to draw down his shiny black Umbro
shorts.  Stepping out of them, he removed his shirt and then pushed
down his Jockey underwear.  His little three-inch dick jutted out
stiffly.

    "We are your masters, and you are our slave.  We have total
control over what you say and do.  We control your mind and your body.
We own your soul," he began.  "We are the kewelest dudes you have ever
known.  We are like the most noble guys you know.  But you, you, Arm
Pit, are a worthless piece of shit.  Whenever ya see us ya gotta stare
in awe at our kewelness and wish that you could be like us."  He
looked at me wickedly.  "You're gonna show us how much in awe ya are
by licking our cocks clean.  Ya love the feel, sight, smell and taste
of our awesome dinks and ya wish ya could worship them all day."

    Tyler sat down on the sofa and spread his legs invitingly.
Walking over to him, I got down on my knees and stared at his little
boy-size dink.

    "I want ya to pull back the skin real slow before ya start
lickin'."

    Although he, like the other three boys, was circumcised, he still
had a fair amount of skin and at his young age, it still clung half
way down his knob even when he was erect.  I took his little stiff
dink in my hand and slowly eased the skin back.  In doing so, I
revealed a thin cream- coloured film at the top of the shaft and just
under the ridge of his knob.

    "Didn't wash under the skin this week just for today Arm Pit.
Wanted to be sure I had some delicious dick cheese for ya to snack on.
It's the least I could do considering all the snacks you provide us."
The boys all laughed at that.  "So go ahead and lick it clean dude.  I
know yer achin' for it."

    I was aching for it as he said despite how revolting another part
of my mind found the idea.  Actually, being unwashed made licking his
boyhood all the more appealing to my hypnotized side.  As I bent my
head and stuck out my tongue, the saner part of my mind reminded me
that these types of days would soon be no more.  I had the house up
for sale and I had several job interviews scheduled for the upcoming
week.

    The sharp taste of his unwashed dick returned my mind to the task
on hand.  I ran my tongue along the shaft and up over his knob and
then back down under the knob.  The greasy taste of his smegma would
have been disgusting under other circumstances, but in my hypnotized
state it was as delicious as a rare cheese.  I licked his hot little
dink hungrily until he began to squirm and told me I had better stop.

									  "Oh
man, that was freakin' hot!"                                 

    Billie was next, and like his hero Tyler, he too had purposefully
left his dick unwashed and he too had a thin film of smegma for me to
lick off.  I took his little two inches in my mouth and sucked him
gently as he stretched back in the recliner.  His dick cheese had a
flavour of lard and a hint of milk and I licked at it eagerly.  Before
long he was squirming and twisting in the recliner with that pleasure
boys his age should know nothing about.

    Going over to the kitchen chair, I admired Jarred's five inches in
my hypnotized state as if the previous two boys' cocks had been
appetizers.  Unlike Tyler and Billie, he had kept himself very clean.
The flavour of fresh boy dink assaulted my tastebuds, causing my
saliva to begin to flow copiously.  I basted his dink with my saliva
and spread my spit all over it.  I then clamped my lips tight around
the base of his cock and sucked the teendick-scented saliva back into
my mouth and swallowed.  My hypnotized body turned to goose flesh in
its ecstasy and I licked his hot cock in a desperate need for more.
Not ready to climax yet, Jarred stopped me a few minutes later and had
me move on to Jay.

    Jay's three-and-a-half inches looked like a little cocktail
weenie, and I gazed at it with just as much gusto as I had Jarred's.
Like Jarred, the eleven-year-old had kept himself clean.  Once again I
went down and paid homage.  Once again I delighted in licking my
master's cock clean. Of course once again my master eventually began
to squirm and twist with forbidden pleasure as I did homage to his
dick.  Jay finally stopped me.

    "Just like our dick cheese has joined in your stomach, so are we
one, one for all and all for one," said Tyler.  "We are equal and your
masters, and just like your spit joins with our dick cheese, you're
joined with us forever as our awed slave.  Now in homage to us thank
us for letting you have our dick cheese.  Tell us how much you love
our dick cheese, how ya love its taste and smell, and how much in awe
you are of us."

    "Thank you for letting me have your dick cheese," I began.  "I
love the greasy taste and sweaty dick smell of  your smegma, and I am
in awe of the kewelness of my masters Tyler, Jay, Billie and Jarred."

    "Now it's my turn," announced Billie with some eagerness.   ""We
are your masters, and you are our slave.  We have total control over
what you say and do.  We control your mind and your body.  We own your
soul," he began.  He was the fourth, and I was glad the last, to go
through this ritual beginning.  "We are generous and giving.  You, Arm
Pit, are so needy.   Whenever ya see us ya gotta stare in gratefulness
at our generosity and wish that you could be so giving."  He looked at
me gleefully.  "You're gonna show us how grateful ya are by accepting
our snots.  Ya love the taste of snots, dude, and ya wish ya could
snack on them all day.  Go get a candy dish, one of those fancy
crystal ones."

    I hurried into the dining room and returned with a cut crystal
candy dish.

    "Now come here and tell how much ya want to eat my snot."

    "Please, Master Billie.  I want to eat your snot," I said as I
knelt before the recliner.

    "You can do better than that."

    "Please," I begged plaintively.  "I need to have your snot.  I
love the taste more than anything in the world.  I'd be so grateful to
eat it."

    "Henh," Billie snorted.  "Right on you stupid fucker!"  Billie
grinned wickedly as he dug a thick, slimy wad out of his right nostril
and wiped it on the dish.  Jarred blew his nose with his fingers and
scraped the slimy mucous off his hand with the edge of the dish.
Tyler and Jay had me dig out their snots myself.  Under their
instructions, I mixed the slimy gray-green snot and clear mucous of
the four boys together and then scooped it up with my first two
fingers.

    "First lick the plate clean like a good boy," ordered Billie.

    I ran my tongue over the plate, licking off their slimy, salty
mucous.

    "Gross," gagged Tyler.

    "Yeah, isn't it?" giggled Billie.

    "He'll fuckin' do anything," observed Jarred.

    "Okay, now pop our snots in your mouth and chew like its gum,"
ordered Billie.

    I stuck my fingers covered with the salty mass of slime and
semisolid mucous in my mouth and sucked it off them.  Saliva filled my
mouth in response to the strong taste.

    "Just like our snots are mixed in your mouth to become one so are
we one, one for all and all for one," recited Billie as I chewed my
nasal gum.  "We are equal and your masters, and just like your spit
joins with our snot, you're joined with us forever as our grateful
slave.  Now swallow it and in homage to us thank us for letting you
have our snot.  Tell us how much ya love our snot and how delicious it
tastes.  Tell us how grateful you are to each of us."

    "Thank you for letting me have your snot," I found myself saying.
"I love it more than I love candy.  It tastes delicious."  Despite
knowing what is was, my mind did indeed feel that it was delicious.  I
am so grateful to my masters Billie, Jay, Tyler, and Jarred."

    "This is so hot," said Jarred.  "You know some young dudes have
been writing to us and telling us how cool we are and how they wish
they could do things like we do.  Like, we're the future, man, and
you're history."  Jarred looked down at me smugly.  "Youth rules," he
said with a grin and the others began to chant "youth rules".  "Old
shits like you we'll keep around to please us cuz pleasing us will
make you feel young too.  Ya like to please us don't ya Arm Pit?"

    "Yes, Master Jarred, I do like to please you.  That is all I live
for."

    "We are your masters, and you are our slave.  We have total
control over what you say and do.  We control your mind and your body.
We own your soul," he began with the ritual introduction.  Each of the
boys having recited it already, I had thought we were done.  I
wondered what more they could possibly have in mind for me.  "Whenever
ya see us, ya gotta wish ya was young again, but ya never can."  He
looked at me with a leer.  "But you'll always be able to please us,
cuz we'll always need pleasing.  Like right now I'm aching to get off,
and we all know how ya love the feel, sight, smell and taste of our
awesome dinks.  Isn't that right?"

    "Yes, I do," I replied as my mind accepted his words.  "I could
worship them all day."

    "Then come over here and do homage to them with your mouth Arm
Pit.  Show us how good a cocksucker you are."

    Jarred sat on the edge of the chair and spread apart his legs.  I
eagerly went over to the boy and readily took his hot young shaft in
my mouth.  I sucked on it and licked it.  I savoured his boy taste,
his boy smell, the shape and texture of his young dick.  I eagerly
sucked on it, wishing it could be forever.  It was hot and hard as
only a teenager can get.  He was soon squirming and panting, and
before long his little dick squirted out his hot cum.  I swallowed the
offering as eagerly as he pumped it into me while the other three boys
watched.

    "Atta boy, Jarred, fill his guts," Jay cheered.

    "Yeah, freakin' hot!" agreed Tyler.  "Give it to him good, dude."

    "That is so kewel," observed Billie.  "I can't wait til I can
start making my stuff." 

    I went over to Jay.  He spread apart his legs and I went down on
his stiff boy cock.  The difference of one and-a-half inches meant
nothing to my mouth.  He was my master and I wanted to please him, and
I knew I could.  Jay was soon trembling and flushed with his dry
orgasm, witness to my skills as a slave.  Billie's little two inches
was next, but my administrations brought just as loud a result from
him when at last his little nine-year-old body bucked with his orgasm.
Finally came Tyler, spread out on my leather sofa like a Roman emperor
and running his fingers through my hair as if I was some plaything as
I sucked him off.  I was his plaything, and I would eagerly suck his
cock or any other part of him at his slightest wish.  As he shuddered
and groaned with that final pleasure, I felt just as good.

    "Just like you just sucked each of us off, so are we one, one for
all and all for one.  We are equal and your masters, and just like
your mouth joins with our pricks, you're joined with us forever as our
eager slave.  Now do homage to us by thanking us for letting you suck
our cocks.   Tell us how much you love our cocks, how you love their
taste and smell and feel and sight, and how most of all you want to
please each of us."

    "Thank you for letting me suck your cocks.  I love boy and teen
cock.  I love the way your hard, hot cocks feel and look.  I love the
dink taste and smell of cock.  Most of all I want to please my masters
Jarred, Jay, Tyler, and Billie."

    The boys smiled at each other, their faces flushed with the sexual
pleasure I had just given them, but also flushed with the power that
they were feeling.  You could see it in the sparkle in their young
eyes, and in the slight curl of their sweet boy lips.  In their
innocent boyhood they revealed their feelings openly and unashamedly. 

    "We are your masters, and you are our slave.  We have total
control over what you say and do.  We control your mind and your body.
We own your soul," Billie said, signifying still another indignity.
"We are clean and pure.  You, Arm Pit, are dirty and impure.  You even
love the smell of farts.  It's like wonderful perfume to your nose.
So let's hear you beg us to fart in your face."

    "Please," I said plaintively, let me smell your farts.  I love
their foul odour.  I worship the air in your bowels."  My mind was
saying things way beyond what the boys had requested.  My saner part
cried out its objection, but was quickly smothered.  These were my
masters.  They were cool, and they were right.  Whatever they wanted,
I was eager to give.

    "Fucking far out," laughed Jarred.

    "Yeah," Billie agreed with the widest grin yet.

    "Freakin'.  This dude is so sick," agreed Tyler.

    "And he's all ours," Jay said with a grin and they hooted with
laughter as they high-fived.

    Surrounding me and turning their backs, the four boys bent over
and shoved their butts out.  One by one they commenced farting in my
face, loud, full farts, filling the room with their foul, shitty
odour.  I sat there and inhaled, and although I was fully aware of the
stink, I inhaled heartily and eagerly.

    "Just like our farts all joined together, so are we one, one for
all and all for one.  We are equal and your masters, and just like our
farts joined in your lungs, you're joined with us forever as our
worshipful slave.  Now do homage to us by thanking us for letting you
smell our farts.  Tell us how much you love the smell of our farts,
and how most of all you worship each of us."

    "Thank you for letting me smell your farts.  I love the shitty,
stinking smell of farts.  Most of all I worship my masters Billie,
Jay, Tyler, and Jarred."

    Tyler looked down at me.  "We are your masters, and you are our
slave.  We have total control over what you say and do.  We control
your mind and your body.  We own your soul. We are strong," he
gloated.  "You, Arm Pit, are weak.  You are so thankful that we are
here to protect ya and look after ya.  Yer so fucking thankful you
even like it when we piss on you."  He looked at me with a wicked
leer.  "You're gonna show us how thankful ya are by accepting our
piss.  Ya love the taste and smell of piss, dude, and ya like the feel
of hot piss running over your body.  Now come here and tell how much
ya want my piss."

    "Please Master Tyler.  I want your piss.  I want to taste it and
smell it.  I want to feel your hot urine running over my body," I said
as I looked up at him.

    "Go get us four glasses.  Those fancy wine glasses."

    I hurried to obey and then knelt there before the boys in my
living room.  One by one their hot urine flowed from their little boy
hoses and I knelt humbly and let them piss on my head.  Four rivulets
of urine ran down over my face and neck, down over my naked body to
soak into the living room shag carpet.  Hot boy piss ran over my
chest, soaking into my chest hairs and continuing down in yellow
rivulets to soak into my pubic hairs and wash over my penis and
testicles in a warm flood.  As the boys drew close to the end, they
finished off in the wine glasses. 

    "Just like our piss mixed to become one and flowed over your body,
so are we one, one for all and all for one.  We are equal and your
masters," announced Tyler as he handed me his wine glass of dark
yellow fluid.  "Now swallow our piss in homage to us, and just like
our piss joins in your stomach, so you're joined with us forever as
our thankful slave.  After you've drunk our piss, do homage to us by
thanking us for letting you have it.  Tell us how much you love our
piss, how you love its taste and smell and how you like how it feels
flowing over your body.  And tell us how thankful you are to have each
of us."

    I took his glass and inhaling deeply, I downed the glass of hot,
salty urine in one draught like cold beer on a hot summer's day.

    "Hey, the fuckin' dude really loves it!"

    "Yes, I love your hot piss.  I love the taste and smell of urine
and how it feels flowing over my body," I parroted.  "I am so thankful
I have you, Tyler."

    The boys all hooted and laughed and commented on my stupidity and
filthiness, and mostly on my eagerness to serve them.  One by one the
others handed me their glass and I drank down the hot, foul yellow
fluid and thanked them for it.

    "We are your masters, and you are our slave," announced Jay and
for the eighth time I listened to the introduction.  "We have total
control over what you say and do.  We control your mind and your body.
We own your soul.  We are wise.  We know what is good for you.  You
are Arm Pit.  You don't know nothing.  You need to be looked after.
You live only to obey us.   Nothing else matters to you in the whole
world but us.

    Now you will show us how obedient you are.  You will come here and
lick our assholes.   You will lick them like they are the most
delicious things there are.  You worship our bums.  Ya love the way
they look and feel, the way they smell and taste.  So come sit on the
floor and worship them."

    Jay lay on his back on the shag carpet, being careful to avoid the
large wet spot where they had pissed on me.  He had me squat down with
my butt on my heels, and then slide up under him as he threw his legs
up over his head.  As he watched me begin to lick his butt, he took
his limp little organ in his hand and began to fondle it.  It was not
long before he was erect.  He wanked on the little three-and-a-half
inch boner as I ran my tongue over his butthole, savouring the musky,
mushroom aroma and flavour.  He glanced up at me with those dark,
devilish eyes, and a slight smile crossed his lips as I ardently
licked his boy butt as if it was the most delicious thing I'd ever
tasted.  In my hypnotized state it was.  I licked and sucked on his
little asshole in adoration. He was soon bucking and gasping with a
powerful orgasm.

    Billie was next, choosing to roll over on his stomach on the
recliner and have me lick his butt that way as he rubbed his stiff
little dicky against the leather upholstery.  I licked the nine-
year-old's pale, almost white globs, their colour so symbolic of the
innocence and purity of childhood and standing out in contrast with
his darkly tanned back and legs.  I licked the two delicious globes,
slowly working toward his crack and aching with desire.  Pulling his
globes apart, I ran my tongue up the crack and savoured the puckered
little butter tart, savouring the natural taste of the young boy.  I
licked the little puckered hole and wished I could do it forever.   As
he reached his dry orgasm and trembled with the pleasures assaulting
him, I felt the pleasure that only a slave can know when he knows he
has pleased his master.

    Tyler similarly rolled over on the sofa and ground his
eleven-year-old penis against the soft Italia leather while I licked
his butt.  I matched his grinding motion, bobbing my head back and
forth in unison as I first licked his ass cheeks and then ran my
tongue up his crack.  I sniffed at his butthole, delighting in the
spicy aroma.  I ran my tongue over his hole and again was rewarded
with the unique taste of mild salami.  I licked at his hole as a
kitten would a saucer of milk.  It was not long before he was
squirming and whimpering with his dry orgasm also.

    Jarred choose to have me lay on my back and then straddled me and
squatted over my head.  I licked the fourteen-year-old's soft, smooth
butt, gradually making my way to the crevice as I had done with the
others.  Spreading apart his cheeks with my hands, I ran my tongue up
the crack and he shivered with delight.  I sniffed at his butthole,
and inhaling his unique aroma, I too shivered with delight in my
hypnotic state.  His delightful teenage hole smelled of raw bacon and
a musky sexuality.  I ran my tongue over his asshole, savouring his
meaty flavour.  His sphincter contracted and dilated as I tongued it
as if eager to accept my tongue in his body.  Jarred began to squirm
and his breathing became laboured.  Seconds later I felt something hot
and slimy splat against my stomach and then on my chest.  Jarred
sighed with the pleasure rippling from his rimmed asshole and the
pleasure throbbing through his cock as he shot his teenage cum over my
stomach and chest.

    "Just like you licked each and all of our butts, so are we one,
one for all and all for one.   We are equal and your masters, and just
like your tongue joined with our assholes, you're joined with us
forever as our respectful and humble slave," said Jay.  "Now thank us
for letting you lick our butts.  I wanna hear you tell us how much you
like to suck ass, how you love the taste and smell, sight and touch of
boys' butts, and how most of all you will obey each of us."

    "Thank you for letting me lick your butts," I said.  "I love to
suck ass.  I love the taste and smell of boy butts and feel of your
soft, smooth asscheeks.  Nothing is more beautiful than their sight.
I live to obey my masters Jay, Tyler, Billie and Jarred."

    The boys all high-fived and then looked over at Jay.  "Ok dude,
time for you to take your oath."  The boys all stood before me and I
sat on the floor.

    "We are your masters," Jay announced.  "You are our slave.  You
will respect and do homage to us."  The four boys hawked up a mouth of
spit and spat at me.  Jay's spittle oozed down my face, Tyler's stuck
in a globule to my chest hair, Billie's oozed over my cock and onto my
balls and Jarred's ran down my thighs.

    "I am Arm Pit," I said, reading from a written script Jay handed
me.  "I have no will.  You have total control over my life.  I swear I
shall be loyal and serve my Masters Jay, Tyler, Billie and Jarred for
as long as I live."  Taking my underwear, I spit in them.

    "We are your masters," Jarred announced.  "We are perfect.  You
are defective.  You will admire us.  Come kiss our perfect boy feet."

    I crawled forward and kissed each of them on both feet.  "I am Arm
Pit.  I am defective.  I admire my masters Jarred, Jay, Tyler, and
Billie and I will for as long as I live for they are perfect," I said,
bowed before them.  Spitting on my toes, I worked the spit between
them and then wiped them off with my underwear.

    "We are your masters," Tyler said.  "We are kewel.  You are
worthless shit.  You are in awe of our greatness.  Come lick our
dickheads."

    I licked each in turn, remembering the dick cheese I'd cleaned
from each.  Jarred's now tasted of cum.  "I am Arm Pit.  I am
worthless.  I am in awe of my masters Tyler, Billie, Jarred and Jay
and I will be for as long as I live."  Taking my underwear, I wiped
the head of my dick in them.

    "We are your masters," Billie said.  "We are generous and giving.
You are needy.  Come and be grateful for this gift we give you."

    The boys each dug deep into their nostrils for the last snot they
had been saving for this occasion.  Rolling it into one ball, Billie
had me stick my tongue out and accept it.

    "I am Arm Pit.  I am needy.  I am grateful for the generosity of
my masters Billie, Jarred, Jay and Tyler and I will be for as long as
I live." Taking my underwear, I blew my nose heartily in the pouch.

    "We are your masters," Jarred said.  "We are young.  You are old.
Come give us pleasure."

    The boys crowded around me and I did whatever they said, sucking
on their limp dinks, licking at their nipples, massaging their
bumholes with my fingers.  At the same time I played with myself,
getting myself hard.  Despite all I had been through, my penis
responded readily.  As I approached my orgasm, I serviced my young
masters more desperately.

    "I am Arm Pit," I announced as I shot my load into the pouch and
back of my underwear.   "I am old.  I desire to please my masters
Jarred, Jay, Tyler and Billie and I will for as long as I live."  I
finished squirting my load into my soiled briefs.

    "We are your masters," pronounced Billie.  "We are clean and pure.
You are dirty and impure.  Come and worship us."

    I stepped forward and the four boys turned and farted in my face.
I kissed each asshole in return.

    "I am Arm Pit.  I am impure.  I worship my masters Billie, Jarred,
Jay and Tyler and I will as long as I live."  Holding my underwear
behind me, I farted into them.

    "We are your masters," said Tyler.  "We are strong.  You are weak.
You are thankful you have us.  Taking one of the glasses, the boys
managed to force out a remaining few ounces of piss.  Tyler handed the
quarter-full glass of strong, deep yellow piss to me and I drank it in
one gulp.

    "I am Arm Pit.  I am weak.  I am thankful for my masters Tyler,
Billie, Jarred and Jay." Taking up my underwear, I relaxed and
strained to empty my bladder.  After a few minutes my urine began to
flow and I soaked my underwear with my own piss, the excess dripping
off and onto the carpet.

    "We are your masters," said Jay.  "We are wise and all knowing.
You are a retard.  You will obey our every wish and command for the
rest of your life."

    I again stepped forward to receive my command.

    "Clean our assholes with your tongue."

    I snuggled up to Jay and stuck my tongue in his tight little hole.
I wormed it in, tasting his muskiness.  I darted my tongue in and out
until he was satisfied.  I went on to Billie.  As I prepared to stick
my tongue up his hole, he strained to open his sphincter wide so I
could stick my tongue in as far as possible.  His hole was acrid, but
I dutifully stuck in my tongue and licked.   When I was done, he
turned and gave me a look of power and superiority like I've never
seen.   Tyler was next, and he waited a long time before announcing he
was satisfied with my job.  Jarred was last, and by the time I was
done rimming his shitter he was stiff again.

    "I am Arm Pit.  I need looking after.  I will forever obey my
masters Jay, Tyler, Billie and Jarred."  Taking my soaked underwear, I
opened my asshole and wiped it thoroughly, leaving faint brown smears.
I then slipped them on.

    "That's the only underwear you will ever wear again, and you will
never wash them," commanded Jay.

    "Yes Master Jay."

      Taking a permanent felt marker, each of the boys approached me
and signed their name on my underwear.  "Now we need some more snacks.
You rented that video we asked you to?"

    "Of course Master Jay."

    We lay down in my bed and watched the movie "The Full Monty"
together.  I paid it little attention.  The boys had their way today,
as they always did, but this would soon end.  Yes, I had sworn to obey
and worship and everything else.  I did feel that way.  I loved these
boys with all my heart and ached to serve them.  But I also knew that
once I was gone, once they were no longer in my sight, they would have
no control over me.  It is impossible to serve and wait on them if I'm
in another city and they have no idea where I am.

    I know anyone reading this will think this is stupid.  By writing
this the boys will know my plans.  Well, I asked them if they ever
read what I wrote.  They said why read it when they done it?  Jarred
said he hated reading anyway, even if it was something about sex, and,
to everyone's laughter,  Billie said he'd wait until they made a movie
of it.  So, I know they will not be reading this.  Even if they do, or
one of the hundreds of readers out there tells them my plans,  there
is nothing they can do about it.  By the time this chapter of my
humiliation is posted, the house will have been sold and I'll have
signed a contract for a new job.

    One by one the boys dropped off to sleep.  I don't think the movie
was all they had expected it to be, and it certainly did not compare
to what the boys themselves have done.  I laid there thinking for a
long time.  Opening my eyes, I found Tyler's young, perfect feet in my
face.  I quietly leaned forward and licked the boy's tender soles.
Behind him was Billie, laying on his side with his beautiful young
butt turned to me.  Leaning over farther, I gave it a respectful lick.
I rolled over.  On the other side of me was Jarred.  His boycock, now
limp, looked so delicate and innocent.  I slipped my lips over it to
savour it one last time before going to sleep and it began to swell in
his sleep.

    Allowing it to slip from my lips, I looked up to see Jay staring
down at me from over Jarred's hips, his dark brown eyes staring deep
into mine, penetrating my mind.  He leaned over and gave me a kiss on
the lips and then lay back, continuing to stare at me with that blank,
frightening look.  I closed my eyes but could still see the demonic
stare.  What was he thinking?--====================987654321_0==_
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