Message-ID: <12736eli$9807051832@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: "Dream Spinner" X-Good-Line-Length: yes Subject: At Their Mercy - 01 (m/b/b/b, Mind Control, Scat) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Content-Type: text/plain Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <19980703223224.19357.qmail@hotmail.com> Warning [or welcome ;-)]: This is a story about a group of boys doing dirty stuff to an adult like wanking and scat and spanking and mind control. The poster at the above e-mail address will pass on all comments. He has to. At Their Mercy - Part 1 Crouching behind my car, I pretended to be checking the tires while I waited for the boys to return home from school. To my disappointment, only one boy appeared. It was the one I heard the others call Jay, and who seemed to be the leader of the group. Dark-haired and dark- eyed with a perpetual sassy look, he was four foot ten inches and seventy-five pounds of devilry. True to form, he brazenly walked right up to my apple tree and tore off an apple, along with part of the branch and several leaves. Leaping up from my hiding spot, I confronted the little thief. "Like what's the big deal. You got hundreds of apples." "That is the deal. They're my apples." "So the deal is you're a stingy shithead." He could not be more than eleven. I don't particularly like kids, and insolence really gets my hackles up. Besides, the use of vulgar language by children certainly gets my blood boiling. "If you were my son, I'd wash your filthy mouth out with soap." "Oh yeah? Well, if I was your son, I'd tell you to stick the soap up your ass," he retorted as he tossed the half-eaten apple into the street. That was the limit of my patience. Needless waste I have no tolerance for, and especially when it is wasting something that belongs to me. I reached out to grab the arrogant little brat. He stepped back just out of my reach. I took several quick steps and he turned and began to run. Since he was just over an arm's length away, I began to chase him. He ran down the street and ducked into the alley with me right behind him. Running down the alley, he cut across the corner park and headed for the ravine at the other end. Although four times his age, I keep myself in good shape and I managed to keep right behind him. Actually as he charged down the steep path with me at his heels, I was quite proud of myself. Coming to a fork, he took the less used path and then cut through the brush in what I thought was an effort to loose me. I charged through the bushes after him and almost ran over him when I emerged into a small clearing on the other side and found him waiting. Before I could react, he gave me a swift punch in the stomach, knocking the wind out of me. At the same time four boys leaped up from where they had been hiding. They immediately tackled me and pulled me to the ground. Managing to throw them off, I began to get to my feet. Jay got to his feet faster, and approaching me, he kicked me between the legs. As I clutched myself and sank to the ground in pain, the others pinned me down on my back, one boy holding down each arm, and one boy sitting on each leg. Jay flopped down on my chest with all his weight, which at seventy-five pounds, was enough to have broken a rib. Twisting off the top of a soda bottle, he pulled open my jaw and poured some of the contents in my mouth. It tasted like Coke but I knew it had to be something else. "Wha awre you doin'?" I managed to ask. The boy responded by pinching my nose shut and ramming the neck of the bottle down my throat. I had no choice but to swallow the fluid. He emptied the entire bottle. "What was that?" "Just a little something to make you cooperative," Jay said with a leer, and the other boys laughed. "A drug of some sort?" "Oh, smart. You shoulda been a brain surgeon," he said and the others giggled. "What sort of drug?" "Rohypnol. Not that it matters to you." "I've never heard of it." "Roofies, R-2, it got lots of names." "What does it do?" "You'll see," he replied with a grin, "or maybe you won't." The others laughed again. He got off me and I tried to shake the other boys loose. Jay kicked me in the ribs with all of his eleven-year-old force. I decided it best to just lay there and wait for my chance. At least half an hour went by. I began to feel dizzy and very drowsy. "So how ya feelin'?" Jay finally asked. "Dithy," I replied, my tongue feeling thick and everything beginning to spin. "Hey, guys, I think it's started working already." "Probably because the old man's heart is still pumping from the race you put him through." Old man, at forty-four! "Now, listen to me," Jay said. "Just lay there and relax and breathe nice and slow. We aren't going to hurt you. Just lay there and listen to my voice and relax. You're getting very sleepy. Your head is spinning and you just want to lie back and sleep and listen to my voice." I knew what he was trying to do. Well, my mind is a lot stronger than any eleven-year- old's, and everyone knows you cannot be hypnotized against your will. I lay there and fought his voice despite the drug. I was sleepy and very relaxed, but I had a strong will. As I lay there, I decided to pretend to be falling under his spell. All I had to do was wait until their guard was down and then get free. Through the fog my mind was in, I heard him asking the others if they had thought up what they were going to tell me to do. Finally they let go of my limbs and I slowly sat up. I knew all I had to do was wait. Feeling too weak to make my escape, I decided to just sit and rest for the moment. "Okay, who's going first?" I heard Jay ask. "I will," announced a blond-headed boy I figured to be the same age as Jay. "Tomorrow when we come past your place from school, you'll have picked the biggest and best apples from your tree and you'll give us each one, understand?" "Yeth," I replied automatically, my tongue feeling like it had swollen to twice its size. "And you'll give each of us a smoke, understand?" said the next boy, who looked a year younger. "Yeth," I replied again. I could not understand why I was agreeing so readily, but in the back of my mind, I told myself if I just did what they said I'd get out of there. Besides, what I was agreeing to was not that bad. They looked at the next boy. He had to be about nine. "Well, Billie?" "Well, mine's sortta goofy." "Go ahead anyway." "I want you to get on your hands and knees and bark like a dog." I slowly got on my hands and knees and barked. I was not humouring them, and I was not thinking what I was doing. To my consternation I could not stop barking either, and the boys were hooting with glee. Why I could not stop I could not understand. The boy told me to beg and I did. He threw a stick and I staggered after it and brought it back in my mouth. He told me to chase my tail and I ran in circles until I was exhausted. By this time the boys were doubled over with laughter. "That's it," he finally said. "I'm gonna change my idea," said the next boy, whose size would place him between Billie and Jay. "Pull down your fly and take out your dick." His friends giggled and glanced at each other uncertainly and with a bit of embarrassment and then back at me. I fought back, but my hand slowly went to my zipper and pulled it down. What was going on? I concentrated with all my effort, but I could not stop my fingers from slipping into my open fly. This was impossible. The eleven-year-old could not have hypnotized me that easily. Besides, you can not hypnotize someone to do what he does not want to do, and this certainly was not something I wanted to do! However, there I was, pulling out my penis in front of the five preteens as they hooted and slapped each other on the back. I wondered just what sort of drug this Rohypnol was. If the boys were slightly embarrassed, I was totally ashamed. "Now, puppy, go over to that tree, raise your leg, and pee like a good little dog." I staggered over on hands and knees almost as if I was drunk, raised my leg, and emptied my bladder of what little was in it, again to my amazement and shame and to the boys' amusement. "I'm changing my idea too," said Jay. "Come over here puppy." I waddled over to him. Dropping his jeans and underwear, he got to his hands and knees in front of me. "Come check me out boy. Come sniff my ass like a good puppy dog." I could not believe it as I went over to him on hands and knees and sniffed his bumhole and his little dick and balls. The boys all howled. I was embarrassed and frustrated as hell. How could I possibly be doing these things? "Now," Jay finally said, taking my head and holding it up so we were looking into each other's eyes, "I want you to listen real close. . . ." When I woke up the next morning, I had a throbbing headache like the worst hangover I ever had. Thinking back to the previous day, all I could recall was chasing Jay into the ravine, and what the boys had done to me up to the point Jay had looked me in the eye. The rest of the day was a blank. I perked a pot of coffee and opened a can of beans for breakfast. I had no idea why, but I had a craving for both. I even had beans for lunch, and I must have drunk two pots of coffee myself by five. Arriving home, I immediately went to the apple tree and picked the five largest, ripest apples and then sat on the front step. I knew I was doing it because that was what I had been told to do, but I had no idea why I felt compelled to follow the child's orders. Five-thirty, the five boys passed by on their way home. Upon seeing them, I walked out onto the sidewalk to meet them. I handed one of the apples to Jay. "Well thank you," he said, and I responded with a resounding fart to the joy of the others. I handed the next boy an apple and he smiled knowingly as he said, "Well, thanks." Again I farted and the boys laughed louder. The same happened with the remainder of the boys as I tried desperately to figure out what was going on. I then reached into my pocket, and taking out my package of Exports, gave the nine-year- old boy a cigarette. "That's real nice of you," he said with a mischievous twinkle in his eye. I immediately felt the need to piss, the first time for the day I suddenly realized, and try as I could, I could not hold it back. I stood there helplessly in front of the boys as I began to empty my bladder. "Hey, how about a cigarette for me, asshole?" Jay asked as the nine-year-old lighted his up. Managing to stop my bladder, I handed him a cigarette. "Well," he said and I farted. "That's nice." He grinned at the others and I began to feel the piss rising up my dick again. I stood there as it soaked into my underwear and a dark patch began to appear just above my right leg. "Well," said one of the other boys and I farted again. "Lookit the asshole pissing his pants!" I managed to regain control of my bladder. "That's not nice," one of the boys said, and to my dismay I once more felt the urine begin to flow. I could not stop it this time and it ran down my leg and formed a yellow puddle on the sidewalk. As I stood there with the inside of my right pant leg soaked in piss, I knew that somehow the boys had control over my bladder instead of me. I could not see how that was possible. "Hey, Mr. Wallace, by the way, thanks for the apple. I was hungry." Inexplicably, I reached up, and sticking my finger in my nose, pulled out a booger and popped it in my mouth. The boys roared as I stood there helplessly and chewed on the salty snot. "Yeah, but you shouldn't have done it," laughed Jay. Suddenly I felt the need to take a crap, and once I felt it, I could not hold it back. I could do nothing as I felt the first turd begin to leave my anus. "The asshole's really shittin' his pants!" the blond boy said in amazement as the second turd pushed out into my underwear. The need suddenly ended and I stopped evacuating my bowels. "Ah, you boys will have to excuse me," I said awkwardly as I began to back away. "Sure, but before you go," Jay said and I stopped immediately as I began to fill my underwear again. "I want you to listen to this, shithead. . . ." The next thing I remember was going into the bathroom and removing my soiled pants, underwear and socks. It was a stinking mess but I was not about to throw away good clothes. As I washed them out in the bathtub, I could not understand what had come over me. It had to be all the coffee and the heat of the sun, maybe the stress at work or something. Never had anything like this ever happened to me before. When I opened a can of beans for breakfast the next morning and drank a pot of coffee before going to work, I knew something very unnatural was going on. I knew I was acting totally on impulse, but I could not understand why, and I could do nothing to stop it. After work I hurried home and sat on the front steps. I had no idea why, but I knew I had to do it. The boys arrived at their usual time and as they came up to me I stood to greet them. "Well," said Jay as a greeting and I farted. I stood there in trepidation. "Nice fart," his friend said and I could not hold back my bladder. The hot piss formed a dark patch about my groin and began to spread down my pant leg. "How about letting us have an apple, we're awful hungry," said the third boy. I reached into my nostril. Slipping the booger in my mouth, I chewed and swallowed it as my hot piss continued to spread across my pant leg. "Well," said the fourth boy, "not that hungry." I farted as I pulled out another booger. "But don't let us stop you," said the youngest with a giggle and I began to evacuate my bowels. I stood there, my piss pouring down my leg and my underwear filling with hot shit. I stared at the boys helplessly and they smirked at each other. I tried to leave, but my feet were rivetted to the sidewalk. "Thanks for the entertainment, asshole," Jay finally said. "Now shithead, for tomorrow listen to this. . . ." As I went in the house, I knew I should do something about this, but I didn't know what. How can you stop something you have no control over? How do you explain to someone that a gang of preteens has given you the bathroom habits of a two-year-old? The next morning began like the previous two, a pot of coffee and beans for breakfast and a pot of coffee and beans for lunch. The only difference from the previous two days was that it was Saturday. That afternoon I stopped at the bank and took out two hundred dollars, and then I caught the bus to Toys R Us at the mall. I had no idea why I was doing that, but when I arrived, I was not surprised to see the five boys. In a matter of minutes I had spent the two hundred dollars on games and toys. We then went to the bus stop. "Well, thanks for the toys, Mr Wallace," said one of the boys and I farted. "Well, what shall we do next?" asked another and I farted again. Several adults waiting near me moved away. "Well, we could get something to eat, I'm hungry," suggested another and of course I farted and dug out a booger. I looked straight ahead in mortification as everyone waiting for the bus stared at me. By this time I had figured out the key words that were triggering my reactions, and I prepared myself for what the boys would inevitably say next. "Well," said the lady beside me, and I farted loudly. The boys doubled over in laughter. "That was done well," laughed Jay and I farted again. "Well, I never," the lady snorted and I farted as she left and the boys rolled on the sidewalk in hysterics. Jay and his buddy returned with me to my house. "Okay shithead, lets go inside." I felt myself falling into a stupor as we entered my house. Once we were inside, Jay told me to strip to my underwear. I did so without hesitation and stood there in my jockey briefs. You are not supposed to be able to tell people to do things that is against their beliefs or morals, but there I was standing in just my underwear and feeling as embarrassed as hell but compelled to do it anyway. "Nice underwear." I was unable to move as I began to piss. The hot fluid soaked into my underwear, and ran down my leg to soak into the carpet. "But now you've ruined them pissing in them." I opened up my anus and began to evacuate my bowels. Thick, warm shit oozed out of my rectum and began to fill my underwear. Constrained by my jockey briefs, the soft shit spread down my crack and across my butt. My briefs began to sag and droop with the fresh, moist mush. Some of it oozed out of my leg holes and down my legs. "Ah, look, little baby go poop," said Jay and he and his buddy roared. "Later, asshole," he said as they headed for the door. I felt helpless and used as I stared after them. Sunday afternoon I was working in the yard when Jay, his buddy and the nine-year-old showed up. My heart sank. Not more of their juvenile bathroom humour! "Hi, shithead," Jay greeted me. "Showtime!" I stood there staring at him, unable to move, unable to say anything. By then I knew that "shithead" was the subconscious cue for me to fall under his spell. "Whenever we tell you to do something, you'll say, yes master, understand?" "Yes master," I found myself saying. "Go in the house, get us each a soda, and a plate of cookies, and be quick about it." "Yes master." I hurried into the house to do as I had been told. "That wasn't very fast, was it guys?" Jay asked as I returned with the pop and cookies. "No, it wasn't." "I think ol'man Wallace needs to be punished." "Right," they agreed with a grin. "So, what do you think we should do?" "Make him serve us in just his underwear," suggested his friend. The younger boy giggled. "You heard Tyler," Jay said to me. "Yes master." I stripped down to my underwear. I don't know what I was feeling most, anger with the boys, embarrassment over the children seeing me in my underwear, or fear the neighbours might see us. Regardless of my feelings, I obediently did as I had been ordered. "We need more cookies. And you had better be faster this time." "Yes master." I practically ran into the house and back out. "What do you think guys?" "Naw, he could have been faster," said the youngest with an impish grin. "So what punishment should we give him this time?" "I think he needs to be spanked," Billie suggested with a grin. "Bare butt," Tyler added. "Drop your underwear and bend over." My heart racing with anger and every muscle in my body fighting the order, I slowly turned around, pushed down my underwear, and bent over. "It was your idea, Billie. Go first." The nine-year-old boy stepped up behind me and gave my butt a slap. "Com'on, you can wallop him harder than that. Hit him like your dad hits you." The next slap resounded loudly and stung. He repeated it at least a dozen times. Then Tyler took over and delivered my stinging rump a dozen sharp slaps. My butt felt like it was burning. "Hey, Tyler," Billie giggled, "Every time you slap his butt it makes his thing bob." "Oh yeah?" said the blond-haired boy as he gave me a particularly hard slap. "I think there's something else ol'man Wallace can do for us," observed Jay "What's that?" "Wank your dick for us," Jay ordered. I fought the temptation as my hand slowly began to reach for my cock. This was unreal, like a grade B movie. My hand slowly inched for my prick like it had a mind of its own. "You heard me." "Yes master," I replied, unable to fight the impulse any longer. Taking my limp cock in my hand, I slowly began to fondle it. I had done that hundreds of times as a teenager and young man, but as I had grown older and realized I was destined for a life of bachelorhood, I had gradually replaced my sexual interests with my job and physical exercise. I had not done this for years. It was not long before I was erect. "Oh, wow, lookit the size of it!" Tyler commented in awe. I was average in the size department, but to the boys my six-inch erection must have looked gigantic. The boys gathered in front of me and stared at my organ as my fist slowly began pumping. I was embarrassed as hell, but could do nothing to stop this. It was sick, a forty-four- year-old man masturbating in front of three young boys not even in their teens. My breathing started to get heavier as I felt my arousal reaching its peak. I wanted to stop but I could not do it on my own, and I could not tell them why. I knew if I did, it would only encourage them to make me continue. It was better not to go through the embarrassment of telling them what was about to happen and having them ignore my plea anyway. Finally I felt my balls twitch and my semen rose up my cock and spurted out onto the lawn. "Oh shit, lookit it!" Tyler exclaimed. Jay snickered. The other two stared at me in awe and then at Jay. "What is that?" asked Billie. "His stuff." "Huh?" "You know, the stuff that a guy squirts in a woman to make a baby." "Jeez!" exclaimed Tyler, evidently as unknowing as Billie. "That makes a baby?" Billie asked. "Yeah." "I didn't know a guy could do that," Tyler confessed. The boys stared at my softening cock, the last drop of semen clinging to the tip, and then down at the gobs on the grass. I stared straight ahead, confused and ashamed. Jay smirked at me with an evil look in his eyes. "Well, I'm getting bored with this shit," Jay announced. "Wanna go to my house and play Space Invaders or something?" "Sure," his two friends chimed. "You guys go ahead, I wanna have a word with ol'man Wallace first." The two boys headed down the street. Jay was their leader and they obeyed him unquestioningly. He stepped up to me. "All right shithead, listen up. . . ." After the boys left, I put on my clothes and went inside. I began to write up what has been happening to me as Jay had told me to. Jay said that he knows a guy who can put what I write on the Internet, and that there are lots of guys who'd like to read about it. He said even some kids would probably read it and get a kick out of it all. He said maybe some guys will even write back and give him and the others some other ideas of stuff they can do to me, and then I can write about that too. I don't want to be writing all this, but Jay said I had to, and I have to do what my master says. I think maybe he's just joking about knowing someone who can put this on the Internet. Even if he does, I don't see why anyone would want to read it, and even if anyone did, I don't believe anyone would really write back, men or boys. Besides, I don't see what else anyone can suggest Jay and his friends can do anyway, so I guess the joke is going to be on them. I will find out, and when I do, I will tell you. My master Jay said I had to. -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----