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AT THEIR MERCY - PART 14 (CONCLUSION)
Welcome/Warning: Just as this series began with a fantasy this author
had as an eleven-year-old boy about getting even with his crabby old
neighbour, so will we conclude the series with another fantasy that
young boy had about that neighbour, and that he wished would come
true. In a way, writing this series and hearing from the dozens of
men and boys who have read it, that fantasy has become a reality. It
has also been particularly gratifying to know that fantasy that turned
the author on at eleven, has had so many parallels and so many
variations by so many men and boys around the world. To all the
readers who have written in with their praise and suggestions for
story lines, a very special thank you. I hope that your dreams
someday become realities for you. And now, here is the conclusion of
my boyhood wish. Any similarities to any scat, water sports,
humiliation or man/boy sex anyone has suggested is purely coincidence
and the result of having the same creative mind. Comments to the
author, J.O. Dickingson, at authorsix@hotmail.com are always welcome.
SUNDAY, OCTOBER 11
While I cleaned up the house for guests this morning, the boys
headed for their homes, supposedly after having had a sleep over at
each other's house. I wonder what their parents would think if they
knew their young boys had a second home, and I wonder what their
reaction would be if they knew what went on in that second place. As
I removed the dirty sheets from their bed, I thought about the sex I'd
had with the four young boys the previous night. For the thousandth
time since I'd moved into my new home I tried to find a way to end all
this, but I could not think of anything. The football jocks had left
a mess in the Party Room, littering it with munchies and pop cans.
Someone had forgotten his jock strap, and another had left behind his
panties. The sheets, sofa, recliner and carpet with stained with
spilt cum and spilt food and drink. The college boys had been no
neater in the Theme Room in the basement. I forgot about my
predicament as I threw myself into my work to return our home back to
its immaculate condition. The young masters returned just before
lunch with our guests. Jay introduced his cousins, David and Derek,
and Billie his two visiting friends, Marcus and Jason. David was a
darkly tanned thirteen-year-old boy, with thick curly, black hair, and
dark brown eyes. His brother Derek was ten and looked much like his
older brother except he liked to wear his hair long down to his
shoulders. Marcus was a blond angel, with thin, fine blond hair and a
cherubic smile on his bright pink, nine-year-old face. His brother
Jason was eight and other than being a bit shorter was identical in
appearance. As soon as they entered the house my masters began to
strip as was their habit. Their guests slowly began to remove their
clothes also, but with evident hesitancy and discomfort. They also
kept a close eye on me, partly because they were curious, and partly
because they were suspicious. "It's cool if you don't want to
undress," Jay said to David. "No, it's wicked being able to run
around totally naked." "Yeah," agreed his younger brother, and from
the way he said it and the way he looked at his sibling it was evident
he agreed with everything his older brother said and did. Soon there
were eight naked young boys standing in the party room. As I put away
the clothes, Billie ran into the bedroom and returned with his hair
patch stuck on above his dick. The four new boys all laughed at that,
and they laughed even harder when Billie told them the source of the
hair. For proof, Billie had me pull down the front of my underwear
and show the guests my hairless crotch. They were delighted to see my
cleanly shaven crotch and balls, and were fascinated by the tattoos,
especially my candy cane cock and rainbow asshole. It was a cold,
rainy type of day, the first announcement that fall was on its way. I
served the boys chicken noodle soup and grilled cheese sandwiches with
their choice of pop for lunch. I was polite and bowed and kept out of
the way as a good servant should but I could not help overhear the
conversation. While they ate my masters explained to their guests all
that had happened to me up to this day. I could tell the guests were
awed by the looks on their faces, and they had every right to be. My
masters are very special and deserve such respect and admiration. I
also noticed our young guests were also getting turned on by some of
the events being described. They tried to hide it by moving closer to
the table and by putting their hands over their laps, but when you are
naked and a boy, it is very difficult to keep your arousal a secret.
"The best part," said Master Jay as he stood up and revealed his own
four inches jutting straight up along his belly, "is that you can get
a boner any time you want and don't have to hide it." Being the
perfect host, he had put the other boys all at ease, and their
embarrassment disappeared even faster than the grilled cheese
sandwiches. As the boys all relaxed, I knew just how they felt. I
too hold my young masters in awe, and I too am turned on by them
despite the things they make me do. "So," said Jay, "you ready for
some fun?" "Yeah," said David. Being the oldest of the guests, he had
taken on the role of spokesman for them. The boys took our guests
down to the scat room. Tying me up in a rectangular frame with my
arms and legs spread apart, they stood around me and gave me my
afternoon shower. Tyler was the first to begin emptying his bladder,
and soon eight streams of hot boy pee were running over my body. Hot
yellow streams crisscrossed each other as the boys aimed for my
nipples, my belly button, and of course my crotch. Hot rivulets of
golden pee ran down my ribs and down my thighs, and the room filled
with the unique aroma of hot piss as the boys bathed me in their hot
body waste. I lay there helplessly as the boys performed the first of
many humiliations that afternoon. They then rotated the frame so that
my feet were extended in the air and my head was pointing down at the
floor. Jay ordered me to take a shit, and despite being in such a
position, I did have a full rectum since the boys had not given me my
morning piss enema. I concentrated as I strained to empty my rectum,
very conscious of the four new boys standing there watching this adult
perform that very private act. As the first turd eased out of my body
and was squeezed off, it fell back along my crack. Jay scooped it up
with his fingers and smeared it over my face and then wiped his
fingers off on my bald head, much to everyone's amusement. The next
turd Tyler smeared over my chest and stomach, and the third Billie
smeared all over my thighs and toes. Jarred smeared the fourth over
my cock and balls, the warmth and pastiness causing my cock to begin
to swell despite the odour and the disgusting fact that it was my body
waste. Tipping the frame so that it was now horizontal, the boys
lowered it so it was almost touching the floor and then all eight
squatted over me. Slowly their little buttons opened, and I lay there
helplessly as eight boys emptied their bowels on me. Eight little boy
rosettes opened, and soft, brown tubes of shit slowly emerged, hung,
and dropped. Jay and David had squatted at my head, and their turds
fell in my face and slid down my cheeks. Tyler and Marcus crapped on
my chest, their thick steaming turds laying across my chest like brown
slugs. Billie and Jason similarly left their brown tubes on my
stomach, while Jarred and Derek took turns aiming for my crotch. As
their hot shit dropped on my flaccid dick, it swelled even further in
response to the warmth and the obscenity of their act. The boys then
rotated so each could aim somewhere else. By the time the boys were
done I was erect and my body was covered by mounds of steaming boy
shit. They untied me and had me smear the shit all over my body so I
was totally covered with their stinking waste. By this time I noticed
all the boys were sporting erections. Taking several of the jugs of
piss I'd been saving in the freezer, the boys had me warm them up to
body temperature and then had me wash myself off with my own piss in
the scat room tub until I had removed all the shit. The boys thought
it was hilarious watching me bathing in my own pee. Jay then asked
Derek and Jason if they wanted to play with my dick. They looked up
at me hesitantly, still uncertain and surprised that they could do
such things in the presence of an adult, and then they looked down at
my cock. The opportunity was too inviting. As the two young boys
took turns jiggling my now soft dick and rapidly tugging on the knob,
my cock responded to their inexperienced manipulations. Once it began
to swell, the young boys increased their speed, resulting in my dick
growing even faster. My cock had to be the first erect adult cock
they had ever seen, never mind held, and they sat back and stared it
in excitement. Jay slipped on a metal cock ring so I would not soften
and tightened a leather strap under my knob so I could not come, two
things he had learned from the net, and two more of the items the boys
had had me purchase in the sex shop. Then they began to experiment
with my ass. First Marcus spread apart my ass cheeks and his brother
coated my pucker with lubricant and squirted some of it up my rectum.
Next, Jarred stuck his finger up and worked it in and out for a while,
causing my dick to jerk with excitement. He then let David try. Jay
brought out a string of rectal beads and stuffed them up my ass and
then he slowly pulled them back out. Billie found that fascinating
and tried it on me next. Tyler and Derek took turns fucking my ass
with one of the dildos the boys had me buy when we had first moved in.
Of course with all this stimulation I wanted to come desperately but
the band about my dick stopped me. While Tyler fucked my ass with the
dildo, Jay had me get on my hands and knees and lick his asshole. He
had not wiped it of course, and the sharp, acrid taste of shit made my
saliva flow. David noticed that and the boys all laughed that I loved
the taste of boy's bums so much that it made me drool. Each of the
boys took their turn having me lick their assholes clean while one of
them fiddled with my own. By then Billie and Jason had to take a leak
so they washed my mouth out with their hot piss, the two of them
peeing in my mouth at the same time. The masters then had me show our
guests what a good cocksucker I was. One by one the boys stood before
me and I licked and sucked on their little boy dicks until they were
trembling and shivering with dry orgasms. They were particularly
interested in seeing David and Jarred come. The second before the two
teenagers erupted, they took their dicks out and let their cum shoot
out and run down their boy meat and over their balls so I could then
lick it off. To my bewilderment, Jay did not step forward to get this
service from me, and the other boys were too hot and exited to notice
he had been left out. Could it be that he was beginning to develop a
conscience? Or was it that he was just not feeling well? The boys
then went up to play on the computer and watch television while I
cleaned up. Josh arrived and the boys brought him down to further
entertain the guests and humiliate me. I licked his nose and ate his
snots, and then they had him puke in a bowl. As I raised the bowl to
my lips to begin eating it, David and Jason began to gag. Having me
sit on the floor, they had me begin drinking from the puke bowl, and
when David and Jason could not stop themselves, they had them stand
over me and puke on my head. The other two guests quickly joined in
the fun even though they had to force themselves to upchuck their
chicken soup and grilled cheese sandwiches. Throughout it all I could
see Josh and Tyler exchanging glances, and when the boys went up
stairs to play on the computer again, Tyler and Josh retired to the
guest room. Later I was called in to bring the boys some snacks. The
two were laying naked, in opposite directions, and it was evident they
had just finished enjoying a hot sixty-nine. The boys finally had to
take their guests home and I made myself supper and retired to my
little room to rest up and write this journal entry. With so many
young boys becoming acquainted with what my masters are doing, and
with my description of what they were doing to me being available on
the net, I wonder just how many others are out there right now
duplicating what my masters have done to me. That is a very
frightening thought, but maybe one good thing can come out of all
this. Any adults reading this are now forewarned to be very careful
when it comes to dealing with preteens and teens or what has happened
to me could very well happen to them.
TUESDAY, OCTOBER 13
I was surprised when Master Jay showed up tonight, but when he
reminded me it has now been five months since I had become his, it
made sense. We went to the scat room where he took a crap and then
had me stuff it in a plunger that is used for icing cakes. Master Jay
had me force the paste up my hole using the plunger, and then shit it
out again. The recycled shit was a soft, mushy flow rather than solid
turds. He then had me take out a pail of the shit I'd frozen and warm
it up and then he told me to act like a little baby and to play with
my shit, to roll it into balls and to taste it and to smear it on my
thighs and dink. As he sat there watching me, I could tell he was
becoming aroused at the same rate I was finding this nauseating. I
finally washed up with lots of soap and hot water and Jay told me to
dress up in my casual clothes, the clothes I had been wearing the
first time he had drugged me. We went into the kitchen and Jay
squeezed out the last of his shit from the plunger into the blender.
He then pissed in it, filling it about a quarter full. Digging his
fingers up his nostrils, he added his snot, and then he forced himself
to regurgitate, adding a quarter glass of greenish white vomit to the
foul mix. Finally he added a dozen thick gobs of his spit. Leaving
it, he took out some ice cream and cake, divided it into two equal
portions, one for him and one for me, and we sat at the kitchen table
and ate and talked. We talked about what had happened since he had
first hypnotized me down in the ravine, about how I was feeling about
all this and why he was doing it, and about a lot of other things,
some sexual, some just talk like eleven-year-old boys want to talk.
"I didn't let you finish sucking me earlier," he finally commented.
"I noticed. You not feeling well?" "Feeling fuckin' great." I looked
at him, waiting. You never rushed Jay. "I can cum now." "You can?" I
asked in surprise. He was only eleven years old, but then he was more
of an adult in some ways, so why not this one? Besides, I knew boys
and girls were reaching puberty at a younger and younger age. Still,
his sexual awareness at such a young age was something I was having
difficulty accepting. We went into his bedroom and stripped together.
As Jay stepped out of his underwear, I noticed that he was stiff.
Having me lay on my back with my ass raised, Jay got behind and
applied a generous amount of KY jelly to my hole. He then got in the
position, and easily slipped his little dick up my ass as if he had
been doing this all his life. He had a dreamy look as he began to
fuck me. He took his time, working his little dink in and out slowly
and its full four-inch length. He finally began to speed up and his
breathing became louder. When he finally came, he looked straight
into my eyes with a smoldering, dominating leer. He knelt there for a
good two minutes, just kneeling there and enjoying the pleasure of his
climax, and the pleasure of his dominance over me. When he finally
withdrew his dick, he had me accompany him back to the kitchen. He
milked his now limp cock and squeezed the remaining drops of his cum
into the blender. He turned it on for a few minutes and then pouring
the foul mixture into a cut crystal goblet, he handed it to me. He
poured himself a glass of milk into the other goblet. "The house
special," he said with a wicked grin, "just for you." He raised his
glass and had me raise mine. "A toast, Arm Pit, to us. A toast to
the first time we ever met, and all the great stuff we've done, and
even greater stuff we are going to be doing. To us." He raised the
goblet and took a long drink. He looked at me with anticipation, a
white moustache left on his upper lip. I raised the foul mix to my
lips and steeling myself, downed half of the revolting mixture. Jay
stared at me, his face expressionless but his dark brown eyes
penetrating my mind and looking deep into my soul as he drained his
glass. His eyes did not flicker as I drained my goblet also. The
aura of mystery and power in those eleven-year-old eyes was
frightening. More and greater things yet? I had no idea how things
could be any more or greater, or any worse and more humiliating. This
young boy, eleven years old, was now the pivotal point of my life.
What I said and did depended on his whim, and his pleasure. At one
time I had cursed him for stealing apples from my tree and for his
foul language. Now I was his slave, grateful to eat the shit from his
ass, fearful that I might disappoint him. I was there to see to his
every pleasure, even sexual. Taking my hand, he had me reach down and
fondle his limp dink. He reached behind and taking a swipe along my
butt crack with his fingers, he brought them to my nose to sniff. He
smiled, and lead me back into the bedroom. Laying on his back, he had
me lick his feet, and then rolling on his stomach, he had me work my
way up to his butt crack and his little pucker. Rolling over on his
back again, he looked up at me with those beautiful but possessing
eyes. His naked body was soft and smooth as a child's, his penis as
hard and aching as any adult's. I lowered my head and licked the
hairless balls and the stiff cock of this man-child. I enveloped his
hot dick with my mouth and sucked. As I bobbed my head up and down
the shaft of his little boy cock, I could feel his eyes burning into
me, the eyes of an eleven-year-old boy demon. I dared not look up at
him in fear of what I might see in his eyes. I worked on his slender,
silk-smooth boy cock for a long time. Finally as his breathing became
more laboured, I dared to glance up at him. Leering back at me, he
licked his rosy lips and his cock throbbed violently between my lips,
pumping his boy cream into my mouth. I eagerly swallowed the slimy,
bitter-sweet nectar, grateful for this new gift. "I own ya," I heard
him whisper as he sighed with pleasure, "Dude, I own ya good."
********************
This concludes the series At Their Mercy. Once again my thanks to
those readers who have written in with suggestions, and my very
special thanks to those fans who have sent their encouragement and
raves repeatedly over the past five months. I only hope you will
greet my further stories with as much enthusiasm, and that you will
accept the special invite Masters' Jay, Tyler, Billie and Jarred sent
each of you. There is a guest room waiting for you at Arm Pits, and
four young boys who would love to have you join them for an evening of
fun. Regards, J.O. Dickingson
PS Thanks for all the special messages to us, dudes. Now go make
yourselves an Arm Pit house special and raise a drink to us. Cya.
Jay, Tyler, Billie and Jarred.
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