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Welcome/Warning: This is a story about the mind control we three
preteens and a fourteen-year- old have over a forty-four-year-old man.
If you like to read about scat and sex between men, boys and teens,
read on.  If not, you better stop now.  We would like to thank T** for
the shaving idea, S***** for the idea about visiting Mum, and b** for
the idea about the restaurant and parking lot.  Hope we stuck enough
up Arm Pit's butt for you S***.  We would also like to welcome Josh,
who has asked if he could join us in one of our activities.  Now here
is ol'Arm Pit's story.


		   At Their Mercy - Part 11


    If anything could possibly go wrong these past two weeks, it did.
First of all the people that were going to buy the house suddenly
backed off.  It took me a while to discover why, but I finally found
out that there was a rumour that the house was infested with fleas.
Then my driver's licence disappeared the night before my job
interview.  I decided to take a chance and by some dumb fluke, the
police stopped me.  Not only did I have to pay a fine, but I was late
for my job interview.  I managed to arrange another meeting, but
before we held it they phoned to cancel.  Again it took a while to
find out why, but I eventually discovered that someone had spread a
rumour that I was an alcoholic.

    In earlier days I would have blamed the boys, but I know now that
they could not have been responsible.  They could never be so
dishonest and conniving.  Besides, these things were too involved and
sophisticated for boys of that age to have dreamed up.  Of course some
readers could have alerted them of my plans, but it is hard to believe
that any reader would actually do that. [Note added by Jay.  Thanks
T** for the email.  We owe ya. ;-)]

    Anyway, despite the many delays, it has all finally come together.
The new owners of the house signed all the papers last week and the
moving van will be here tomorrow to take my belongings to my new home.
Yesterday I accepted by fax the job offer from Dewit and Pascal
Accountants.  I love and respect my masters, but at last I will be out
of their reach, and there is nothing that they will be able to do
about it. 

    Today has been a most unusual Saturday, and actually, quite
appropriate for my last day here.  The boys had suggested earlier in
the week that we go see my mother today.  I was immediately
suspicious, and more than a little worried what they had in mind, but
at the same time, I figured it would be a good time to say goodbye.
My masters are considerate of others that way.  They arrived
surprisingly early, eight in the morning.  I had not yet had breakfast
and they immediately had me eat an entire cereal box of bran flakes,
and drink a litre bottle of coke.  I never felt so bloated in my life.

    They then told me to strip, and get out my shaving kit.  As I
discarded my clothes, I thought back to the earlier times when they
had to put me under hypnosis before I would remove my clothing.  I
realize now how foolish that was and how wrong I had been not to obey
them.   They are so perfect, and that they don't mind seeing my old
defective body, just makes me admire and respect them all the more.

    The boys had me lather up my arms and legs and then shave them.  I
then clipped the hair from under my arm pits and shaved them until
they were as smooth as the pits of my four masters.   Next, I lathered
up my chest and shaved off my thick bush of chest hair and the line of
hair that ran down over my ribs and stomach.  I used the scissors to
trim my bush of pubic hair as close to my body as possible.  The boys
applied SuperGlue to a flesh-coloured patch and fastened my hairs to
it. They then pealed off the backing and stuck the patch on Billie's
pubes.  He strutted around and ran his fingers through his new hairs,
much to everyone's amusement.  While he did so I lathered up and
shaved off the remaining stubble.  Removing the hair on my balls
without nicking them was extremely nerve racking, which totally amused
my masters.

    "Okay, turn around and bend over," ordered Jarred.

    I did as I was told.  Jarred sprayed shaving cream over my butt
and along the crack.  The boys then took turns shaving my hair off.
Jay and Tyler then spread apart my cheeks so Jarred could shave the
hair there.  Telling me to wipe myself off with the hot, wet cloth,
the boys then slowly walked around me and gave me the final
inspection.  I stood there obediently, now as hairless as I was when I
was a preteen.

    "You look real kewel, dude," Tyler observed.

    "Yeah, now you look just like us," observed Billie, "except Jarred
of course."

    "Yeah, now he's got more hair than you," Jay laughed.

    "And of course Billie too," said Jay, and Billie thrust out his
hips to show off his new growth of hairs.

    "It's so funny to see an adult with no hair on his body," observed
Jarred, "especially no hair around their dick."  He reached over and
ran his fingertips along the public mound above my dick.  "Smooth as a
baby's," he snickered.

    "I think he'd look even keweler if he had no hair at all," Jay
said with a wide grin.

    "Oh yeah," agreed his best buddy, Tyler.

    Jay picked up the scissors and looked at me evilly.  As he began
to clip my hair, I wondered how I was going to explain my appearance
to my mother.  That was going to be a problem, but then my masters
knew best.  They took turns clipping my hair as far down as they
could, and then spraying my head with shaving cream, they took turns
shaving my head bald.

    Jay ran his fingertips over my bald head.  "Mmmm, smooth as a
baby's butt."

    The boys all laughed.  Jarred ran his fingers over my head, and
then suddenly slipped his hands in the back of Billie's pants.  "Yep,
it sure is," he said, and the boys hooted.

									  "Fuck
you man," Billie retorted good naturedly.                  

    "Hey, Arm Pit, this kitchen is a mess.  You'd better clean up all
this hair on the floor."

    I headed to the hallway.

    "Where are you going?"

    "For a vacuum cleaner."

    "Fuck that, just get down on your hands and knees and eat it."

    I did as I was told, picking up my hairs with my lips and chewing
it.

    "Like a fucking cow grazing in the field!" laughed Jarred.

    "Freakin'," observed Tyler as I swallowed a mouth of my hair.  It
clung to my tongue and the insides of my mouth.

    The boys then had me put on my diapers and plastic pants and dress
up in clothes they had bought just for the occasion.  The shirt was a
bright yellow with Disney cartoon characters on it, and the shorts
were shiny blue checkered Vibrations.  A pair of blue ankle socks and
red and white runners finished off my outfit.

    "You look real cool in your new clothes Arm Pit," Jay observed.

    "Thank you, Master Jay," I replied.

    "Your mother's going to be real impressed," said Tyler and the
four boys laughed.  I didn't understand what was so funny, but then
I'm just a dumb slave.  "We're really looking forward to meeting her."

    "I'd like her to meet you, Master Tyler."

    "Now, when we get there, we want you to slip her this."

    "What is that?"

    "Rohypnol."

    "The rape drug?"  My heart took a leap.

    "Right.  You got a problem with that, Arm Pit?"

    "No, of course not Master Jay."

    "Cool, then let's go. You do have your driver's licence, don't
you?"

    "Yes, of course."

    How had he known about that incident?  It was suspicious, but I
really couldn't concentrate on the question.  As we drove over to
Mum's, I was struggling with a much bigger problem.  I had to obey my
masters.  Mine was to obey without question.  Mine was to serve.   But
how could I slip my mum the rape drug?  Why did they want me to?
Surely they had no intention of raping her.  The only interest the
boys had shown in sex was me jacking off and me occasionally sucking
them.  They had shown no interest in females.  Besides, if they were
interested, they would pick a good-looking woman or girl closer to
their age, not someone who was sixty-eight years old.

    However, if that was not their intent, the only other reason I
could think of to put her into a hypnotic state like they had put me,
was so they could do nasty things to her too.  I had great difficulty
believing that they were considering making her do the stuff they had
been making me do.  They couldn't, not with a sixty-eight-year-old
woman.  They were too pure to do that.

    I struggled with the problem as I drove over to her home but I
could find no answer.  I could not drug my mother.  The mere thought
of my mother being forced to eat the boys' boogers was revolting, and
that was minor compared to some of the things the boys had made me do.
Still, they were my masters.  I had to obey their commands.  They knew
what was best, and I could not question them.  When I pulled into
Mum's yard, I was so tense I felt like a wound up toy.  As I stepped
out of the car, I still did not know what I was going to do.

    Opening the door, Mum looked at me with surprise.  "Alexander?"

    "Hi Mum," I said cheerfully, wondering how I was going to explain
my appearance.

    Mum looked at my shaved dome, and at my little boy clothing, but
typical of my mother, she did not raise any questions.  She looked
past me at my four masters.

    "These are my ."

    "Jay, Mrs. Wallace," Jay interrupted with a wide, disarming smile.
Normally his dark brown eyes pierced you with a look of devilry, but
this time they were now giving her a look that would charm the hardest
woman.

    "Jarred, Mam," said Jarred as he nodded politely.

    "Tyler.  Very nice to meet you," said Tyler, tossing back his
blond curls and flashing her a sweet, wholesome smile.

    "Billie.  A.P. has told us a lot about you.  You must be the
greatest mom in the world," Billie said, his greenish eyes wide with
boyish innocence.

    "Ah, well, why don't you come in?  I was just about to have my
morning tea.  Would you like some Alex?"

    "Yes, thank you."

    "I don't have any sodas or anything for you boys," she said.  "I
haven't had any boys around here for quite some time."  She sounded a
bit regretful.  It was not a dig, but I knew she was disappointed her
only child had never married and given her any grandchildren.  "I do
have some milk."

    "Milk would be fine, if it's not too much trouble," replied Jay
politely.

    These were not the four boys I had gotten to know.  I knew they
were up to something, and despite my respect for them, I knew it was
going to further humiliate me.  We sat down at the kitchen table, Mum
and me drinking tea, the boys drinking milk.  The four boys eagerly
devoured a plate of Mum's brownies which Mum just as eagerly refilled.
While her back was turned, I took out the bottle of Rohypnol.  My hand
moved in slow motion as the two halves of my mind struggled, one half
demanding I follow the boys' instructions, the other half demanding
that I not put my mother at such risk.  As if I was arm wrestling with
myself, my hand moved toward the cup of tea and backed away, moved
closer, and backed away.  As Mum was about to turn and bring back the
third plate of brownies, I dumped the liquid into her teacup.  Jarred
was on his feet and pouring in more hot tea as she returned to the
table.

    "Why, thank you young man."

    "Really, it's my pleasure," he said with a wide grin.

    The coke I had drunk for breakfast, the tea, and now the tension
were all beginning to affect me.  I had to take a leak.

    "Excuse me a moment," I said as I began to rise.

    "You must be disappointed A.P. is moving away," observed Jay as I
got to my feet.

    I froze.  He knew.

    "Yes, I am, but things cannot always stay the same."

    "Tell us about your new home," Tyler said as I stood there
thinking about my discovery.   What were the boys up to?

    I sat back down.

    "Yeah, tell us all about it," said Jay.  "You can do that and what
you were just going to do at the same time."

    He knew why I was leaving the table, and he knew I would
understand his abstract command.  I had to piss badly, and I had to
obey a master's order.  As I began to describe the new home I had
picked out, I relaxed my bladder and began to piss.  Once it began,
there was no way I was going to stop it.  As I described the layout of
my new home, my warm piss flowed over my naked pubes and testicles and
soaked into the diaper.  I could feel it seeping between my legs and
up along the crotch.  There was a lot to say about my new home, and I
had a lot of piss in my bladder.  I felt Tyler's hand under the table
gliding across my thigh, and then pulling down my fly.   Slipping in
his fingers to check my diaper, he removed them and drew the zipper
back up.

    "Go ahead, A.P., do the other too," he said with a leer.

    The mere suggestion was enough.  I gave in to the urge to empty my
bowels.  I sat there in my old kitchen where I'd grown up, filling my
diaper as I described the new home I was going to be moving into.  The
odour of piss and shit was unmistakable, and from the look on
everyone's faces, they all could smell it.  The boys exchanged leers
and knowing grins and could not suppress their giggles.  Mom looked at
me, and then at the boys quizzically, wondering just where the odour
was coming from.  At the same time her eyes were getting glazed, and
her lids droopy.

    "Mrs. Wallace," began Jay.

    "Mmm?" she replied, looking at him.

    "You are getting very tired."

    "Yes, it must be the heat.  I can't handle it as well anymore at
my age," she said with a smile.

    "That's fine, just rest and relax and listen to my voice.  You're
here with your son, in your own home, nice and safe and snug.  You and
your son, little Alexander, just you and your one- year-old toddler. .
. ."

    "Yes, she sighed, little Alexander."

    "Take off your clothes, AP," instructed Tyler.

    By the time I had stripped down to my diapers, Mum was under and
Master Tyler had instructed me I was to behave as a one-year-old.

    "Mrs Wallace, I think little Alexander has pooped his diapers."

    "Mm," Mum replied as she sniffed and then made a face.  "Yes, I
believe you're right.  I will be glad when he is potty trained."

    "Yeah," said Jarred, "that would be great, to train him to go
potty."  He smiled at me.

    Mum looked around the room.  "What are you looking for, Mrs
Wallace?"

    "I can't seem to remember where I put his diaper bag."

    "I'll get it," offered Billie.  He was off in a flash and returned
with the diaper bag and pail we'd brought with us.

    Laying the large, white flannel towel on the table, Mom came over
and began to try to lift me up onto the table.  The boys came to her
assistance and helped her hundred-and-eighty pound one-year-old son
lay on his back on the table.

    "Big boy," said Billie.

    "Yes," Mum beamed.  "He is going to grow up to be quite a man."

    "Oh, yeah," said Jay.  "He certainly is!"

    Mum opened up my diaper and I lay there totally helpless and
totally embarrassed.  I knew I was not a one-year-old baby.  I was a
forty-four-year-old man who had just been exposed by his
sixty-eight-year-old mother.  I wondered if she really thought this
was forty-three years ago, or if at least one part of her brain was
screaming just how wrong this was.  I could not tell, and hoped for
her sake that she really did believe I was one and she was twenty-five
again.

    I raised my legs and she removed the stinking, soiled diaper.  I
kept my legs and butt in the air as she began to wipe me up with a wet
cloth, just as she had done a thousand times when I was a baby.  She
first wiped the brown, gooey shit off my butt cheeks.  Rinsing the
cloth, she patiently continued to wipe the shit from my butt.  I had
done a thorough job.  As I felt the wet cloth run over my crack and
over my hole, I quivered with the sensation.  My skin formed goose
bumps with the thought that my mother was wiping off my forty-year-old
ass just as she had so long ago.  Lowering my body, she wiped off my
thighs and my newly shaved groin.  Rinsing the cloth again, she began
to wipe the shit off my testicles and penis.  My four masters stood
around the table and watched with open delight.

    "He sure made a mess, didn't he?" observed Billie.

    "Yes, when he has to make poop, he always gets it all over
himself."

    The boys giggled and glanced over at me.  I wanted to die hearing
my mother talking that way.

    "He's pretty big down there," observed Jarred.

    "Oh, yes, my little Alexander is going to be quite a man there
too," Mom said with a smile.  She gave my penis an extra little wipe
and a little motherly tug.  I began to turn red as the boys doubled
over with laughter.

    "You better pull back his skin and make sure it's real clean,"
suggested Tyler.  "My mom always did that when I was little."

    The boys exchanged grins and then leered at me as Mom pulled back
the bit of skin left on my cut cock and wiped my penis.  I could do
nothing but lay there and stare at the ceiling in shame as she handled
my cock and balls.  Finally she powdered me and put on the fresh
diaper.   As she was disposing the dirty diaper, Jay whispered in my
ear and I began to cry.

    "I think little Alexander is hungry," he said.

    Mum looked at the clock on the wall.  "Yes, it is time for his
morning feeding.  Will you hand me that towel?"

    Billie fetched the towel as the other boys helped me off the
table.  Mom sat down in the living room chair, and I was guided onto
her lap.  It was not until she began to unbutton her blouse that I
realized what was happening.  Noooo!  I stared at her in horror.  I
looked over at my masters, begging them with my eyes.  I was one years
old and could not speak what I was feeling, but I could try to let
them know.  The boys grinned at me evilly and then looked back at Mum.
By this time she had exposed her bosom, her old breasts now floppy and
sagging and the skin beginning to wrinkle.

    She guided my head toward the large, brown nipple.  Noooo!  Jay
told me to go ahead and feed.  He knew what was best.  I fastened my
lips to my mother's nipple and began to suck, just as I must have as a
baby.  She draped the towel over my head to protect her modesty, but
the boys must have said something because seconds later the towel was
removed.  The boys stood around, staring at my mother suckling me,
leering at each other, fingering their swollen dicks in their pants.
I stared forward at the winkled skin, mortified, aching with hate for
what I was being forced to do, but knowing that my masters were wise
and I was nothing.  I was thankful they knew how to take care of me.

    The boys finally had Mom dress me, and then told her that eight
years had passed.  Little Alexander was now nine.  We went down into
the basement and brought up a box that had been stored away years ago.
The sight of the red fire engine, the plastic army figures, and the
tin garage brought back memories of collecting matchbox cars and hours
of innocent, childish fun.   For the next hour we lay there on the
floor, five boys playing cars and trucks and war.  For an hour again I
was nine and my mom was thirty-three.  Noon arrived and she served her
little boy and his playmates his favourite lunch, peanut butter and
banana sandwiches.  We sat around the table and talked and laughed as
boys always have and always will.

    By that time the drug was beginning to wear off.  Mum looked
around, dazed, perplexed, unable to remember anything that had
happened that morning.  The boys announced it was time for us to go.
I kissed Mum goodbye on the cheek and promised I would phone her once
I got settled in my new home.  Thanking her politely for the lunch and
the "fun morning", the boys and I piled into the car and headed out.

    "That was so fucking much fun," said Billie.

    "Loved seeing your mother cleaning your butt," said Jarred.

    "And your little boy dink," laughed Billie.

    "And seeing you sucking her tit, that was freakin'," said Tyler.

    "And you were such a sweet, polite little boy," said Jay.  "Don't
know how come you grew up to be such a filthy snot-eating,
butt-licking pervert, Arm Pit."

    The boys high-fived.  We drove over to the mall.  The boys wanted
me to buy them Super Soakers.  While we were looking for them, they
had me act like a toddler again, telling me to pick my nose and fill
my diapers, to scratch under my arms and to play with my dick and,
well, anything they could think of to embarrass me in front of others,
adults and kids alike.  They continued the game until they grew tired
and returned me to my normal age.  From there we headed across the
parking lot to the grocery store to get snacks and pop for later.

    "Hey, Arm Pit, come here a sec," said Tyler.  "My asshole needs a
lick."  Pausing there in the parking lot, the hot mid-afternoon sun
beating down on us, he pulled down his pants and underwear.  I glanced
around with embarrassment, but I had to obey.  I quickly squatted
behind him and gave his puckered hole a lick before anyone appeared.
The boys glanced around. "Go ahead, give it a little sucking.  You
love sucking our assholes."

    I did as he said.  I did love to suck their assholes.  They were
delicious, and I was most grateful they allowed me to pay them homage
that way.  Their smell and taste were exquisite.  As someone rounded
the far end of the lot, Tyler quickly pulled up his pants and the boys
hooted and laughed.  That started the game.  Instead of going into the
store, the boys took turns daring each other to take greater and
greater risks.  I was the one who was taking the risks.  If anyone
caught us, I would be in major trouble.

    I sucked Billie's little dick in view of a station wagon with two
little kids, a boy and a girl no older than five, waiting for their
mother.  They found what I was doing fascinating.  I wondered if the
little boy had the girl try it on him later.  I licked Tyler's feet as
he lay on the hood of a car, even while several cars passed.  I
sniffed Jay's butt while an elderly couple several cars up unloaded
their groceries, totally unaware of what was going on behind them.

    Also unaware by us, we were being observed by one of the teenage
boys who collected the shopping carts.  Slipping behind one of the
trucks behind us, he began to watch.  He saw me stick my finger up
Billie's nose and eat his snot.  He saw me kissing and licking Tyler's
butt and sticking my hands down the front of Jay's pants and jerking
him.  I had dropped to my knees and was sucking on Jarred's hard cock,
when he made his presence known.  Stepping out behind the truck, he
headed straight for us.  Jarred quickly pulled up his pants and I
quickly got to my feet.   He was a cool looking kid, sixteen, brown
hair and eyes, glasses, 145 pounds, six foot tall, with a trim
swimmer's build.  His uniform said his name was Josh.

    "Been watching you guys," he said.

    "How long?" asked Jay cautiously.

    "Long enough."

    "So?" Jay asked.

    "So, it looks cool.  Wouldn't mind joining you guys."

    "Oh yeah, to do what?" asked Tyler.

    "I dunno," he said with a shrug, "just looks like you're a lot of
fun.  I got a few ideas of stuff we could do."  He looked at me, and
then at the boys.  More appropriately, he looked at their crotches,
taking a particularly long time looking at Jarred's and at Tyler's.
His own crotch was bulging out so far it was impossible for him to
hide it.

    "Lift up your arms and let A.P. sniff your pits," ordered Billie.

    Josh raised his arms.  With the heat of the afternoon, the
underarms of his red shirt were dark with sweat.  I stuck my nose in
his pits and inhaled the sharp, sour odour.

    "Take off your shirt and let him lick them clean."

    Josh readily removed his shirt, revealing well-developed forearms
and a smooth, muscular chest.  Sticking my face in his right armpit, I
stuck out my tongue and dutifully began to lick.  His sour, skunky
sweat assaulted my taste buds.  While I was finding the act revolting
and humiliating, it was obvious from the even larger bulge in his
jeans that he was becoming even more aroused.

    "This is gross," he observed.

    "Naw," said Tyler.  "Hey, Arm Pit, see that window?"  He pointed
to a car beside us with the window smattered with dead bugs.  "Poor
guy can hardly see out with all those squished bug guts.  Lick the
window clean for him."

    I immediately went over to the car, and bending over, began to
lick the grimy gut- encrusted window.

    "Now that is gross," said Tyler with a grin.

    "Ewwww, yuck," said Billie.

    "Freakin'," observed Tyler.  "Arm Pit just loves those slimy,
greasy bug guts."

    "Oh fuck," observed Josh as he turned and gagged.  As he bent
over, a flood of white vomit spewed from his mouth.

    "Hey, even better," said Jarred.  "Fresh puke.  Lick it up Arm
Pit."

    I obediently sprawled on my stomach on the pavement and began to
lap up the slimy, sour vomit.  The acrid, acidic taste was enough to
make me want to vomit too.  The boys felt no such repugnance, and they
high-fived and encouraged me on.  As Josh watched me lap up his puke,
Jarred stepped up beside him and slipped his hand over his crotch.

    "Arm Pit can take care of this too," he said with a grin.  "Hey,
Arm Pit, we got something over here that needs your attention."  The
boys crowded around us, and I dutifully pulled out his hard cock upon
Jarred's instructions.  It was six inches long, a very impressive
length for the boys.  They all commented on its size, which in turn
greatly pleased Josh.  He was highly aroused, and it only took several
dozen strokes for me to bring him off.  When he announced he was about
to cum, Jarred told me to catch it in my hand.  Seconds later his
thick cock was throbbing out his cum.  When he was done, the boys all
watched as I sucked the bitter jell out of my palm and licked off the
rest of my hand.

    "Cool, dude," observed Jarred.  "Maybe you'd like to join us some
time?"

    "Sure would.  Here's my phone number."  He took out a pen and
paper from his shirt pocket and wrote it down.

    After we finished shopping, the boys had me drive them home.  I
was told to change and then pick them back up.  We had dinner
reservations at the Chez la fleur, the most expensive restaurant in
town.  I changed into my suit and then went to pick up the boys who
were meeting at Jay's house.  The boys had changed too.  All four were
dressed formally, Billie in a natty brown suit, Jay and Tyler in black
dress pants and powder blue blazers, and Jarred in a smart black suit,
pale blue shirt and gold and brown tie.  Arriving at the restaurant,
we were escorted to our table by the maitre de and given the menus.
The boys were polite and on their very best behaviour.  I was awed
their coolness, and I admired the way they behaved, but I also dreaded
finding out what they were up to.

    As we waited for the waiter to bring our meals, Jay told me I was
nine again, and then the boys started up their old tricks.  The boys
had ordered pop of course, and Jay burped, which began a burping
contest, with me included.  Those around us began to give us dirty
looks.  Of course we were careful not to do anything whenever the
waiters were around.  Billie gave me a snot to chew while we waited,
and then the boys began a farting contest.  That did bring the maitre
de.  The boys all denied having any involvement in producing the foul
odour around us.   As he was leaving, Billie called him an old fart,
just loud enough for him to have heard something, but soft enough that
he could not really tell what had been said.

    After he left, Jarred had me crawl under the table and scratch his
nuts for him, and then Billie had me scratch his ass.  I emerged just
seconds before our meal arrived and was almost seen by the waiter,
much to the amusement of the boys.

    Jarred had ordered the 16-ounce steak with mashed potatoes,
mushroom gravy, and mixed vegetables.  Jay had the roast beef, Tyler
the honey glazed ham, and Billie the veal cordon bleu.  I had ordered
linguini alfredo.

    "Hey!" exclaimed Billie, "there's something in my meat!"

    "What?"

    "I dunno, look.  When I push down on it, something white and
creamy comes out."

    "Hey, just like Jarred's dick," observed Tyler.  The boys roared
with laughter and the other diners gave us disapproving looks.

    Jarred reached over and scooping up a bit of the white cheese with
his index finger, he cautiously stuck it in his mouth.  "Well," he
said loudly, "whatever it is, it ain't cum."  The boys roared again.
The maitre de began to head over and the boys quietened down.

    "Really sir, you must keep the noise down, or I'll have to ask you
to leave."

    "The fuck you will," replied Jay, much to the surprise of the
maitre de.  He looked at me in expectation.  There was no way I was
going to reprimand my master.  Besides, I was only nine years old.
"George wouldn't like it if we were thrown out," Jay observed.

    "George?" asked the maitre de down his nose.

    "Yeah, George Pankropious, the dude who owns this place.  He's
A.P.'s uncle."

    "Oh, well, I see."  He looked at me for confirmation.

    "No point in looking at A.P.," Jay said.  "He's a little, you
know," he said spiralling his finger around his ear,  "simple."

    The waiter left.

    "How'd you know the owner of this place?" asked Tyler in
amazement.

    "Don't"

    "But you said ."

    "Just made it up.  No way any dumb waiter is going to know."

    The boys laughed and Tyler looked at Jay appreciatively.

    "What is that stuff in Billie's meat, A.P.?"

    "Cheese.  The meat is stuffed with cheese."

    "Kewel."

    "How's it taste Billie?"

    "Fuckin' good."

    The woman at the table behind him glanced over in shock and then
gave me a stern glare.

    "Don't like this shit, though," he said just as loudly, indicating
the Brussel sprouts.  "What is this shit?"

    "Brussel sprouts," I replied quietly, hoping that speaking softly
he would also.

    "I'm not eating them."

    "Now, now, Billie," said Jay mockingly.  "No desert if you don't
clean up your plate."

    "Gotta have a clean plate to get dessert?"

    "Yes."

    "Hey, A.P., get under the table."

    I obediently crawled under the table.

    "No fair feeding the dog."

    "Wasn't gonna feed it to him.  Wouldn't even give this to a dog.
Pull down your pants and underwear A.P."

    "Whatcha gonna do?" asked Tyler with a wide grin.

    Billie handed me a sprout.  "Shove this up your asshole."

    I reached behind me and slipped the little cabbage up my hole.  As
Billie handed them to me one by one, I slipped them up my rectum and
the boys took turns peeking under the table cloth to watch me.  They
were all snorting with the attempt to not make a noise.  I finally
pulled up my underwear and pants and resumed my seat.

    "These carrots are sweet!" observed Tyler.  "Yuuuuck."

    "They are honey glazed like the ham," I explained.  I might have
been nine, but I had the memory of a forty-four-year-old.

    "The ham's freakin'.  The carrots suck. Guess its back under the
table A.P."

    The boys all laughed.  Once again I pulled down my pants and
underwear and now added the glazed carrots to the sprouts.  I could
sense the waiter pausing by our table several times and I'm sure he
was wondering where I had disappeared to.  Jay purposefully waited
until I was back in my chair before sending me back down to similarly
dispose of his turnip wedges.  Uncertain just how much more my rectum
was going to be able to take, I returned to my seat and looked at
Jarred.

    "Nope, got nothing to shove up your ass," he said.  "But you could
go under the table and suck my dick."

    The boys all hooted as I crawled back under the table.  Jarred
spread his legs and shuffled closer to the table so the long
tablecloth covered him.  I pulled his pants and underwear half way
down his thighs, and then began to suck his already hard cock.  The
waiter came by several times to replenish the glasses of soda pop and
I froze, waiting silently with Jarred's hot cock in my mouth.  Several
times Jarred wiggled and pumped his hips, fucking my mouth while I
knelt there unable to do anything about it.  What if he peeked under
the table!  I wouldn't have to worry about explaining what I was
doing.  I'd have died of embarrassment.

    As Tyler got closer to his climax, he began to fidget, and finally
he began to thrust his hips to and fro.  Just as he came, the waiter
stopped at the table to clear away some of the plates and I choked on
his semen.  I was sure he would hear and look under the table and my
heart leaped to my throat, but fortunately he didn't.  I returned to
my chair and finished off my supper as the boys laughed and joked
about the cock cordon bleu.

    "I gotta go to the bathroom," said Billie.

    "It's over there I think," Jarred said.

    "I don't wanna go all the way over there," he said as he looked at
me with a grin.

    I looked back pleadingly.  "Hey, don't worry Arm Pit, I just gotta
piss."

    "Ha, that's freakin' wicked, Billie," laughed Jarred.

    I was back under the table, this time taking out Billie's little
dick.  I no sooner had my mouth over it than he began to piss, and I
could not keep up.  It trickled out of the corners of my mouth and
down off my chin.  Fortunately I managed to avoid dripping most of it
on my clothing, although a bit did spatter on my trousers.  A dark
stain began to spread across the red carpet under the table and the
area around us stunk of piss.

    I returned to my chair just as the desserts arrived.  The boys had
all ordered black forest cake and ate it voraciously.  They had second
helpings, and we ended the meal with another burping contest.  The
bill for the evening was a hundred and thirty dollars, plus tip.

    I fully expected the boys to return home with me and continue the
abuse, but to my surprise they told me to drive them to each of their
homes.  Jay was the last to be dropped off.

    "You'll have to write this up tonight so I can pick it up tomorrow
morning before you leave," he observed.

    "Yes, I'll have it written for you for the morning."

    "Cool.  C'ya in the mornin' then Arm Pit," he said with a friendly
grin as he got out of the car.  I felt most uncomfortable as I entered
the house, and it had nothing to do with the stuff shoved up my ass.
Why were the boys so unconcerned about tomorrow?  Had they at last
come to their senses and were ready to apologize, making all my
arrangements now needless?  That would be typical of their cruelty and
the humiliation that they enjoyed putting me through.  Had they simply
become bored and didn't really care?  Perhaps they had just become
bored with me and were already looking for someone else.  Perhaps they
had something planned that was going to prevent me from leaving.
Considering everything was already signed and arranged, that seemed
very unlikely, but I had learned not to underestimate the boys.  The
night ahead of me was going to be a very long one.



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