Message-ID: <12834eli$9807071544@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: "Dream Spinner" Subject: ST: At Their Mercy - 03 (m/m, m/t, b, Mind Control) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d 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: <19980707051932.13978.qmail@hotmail.com> You read in the newspapers every so often about stalkers pursuing someone and making their lives a living hell. Usually the person being pursued is a celebrity, and the stalker is usually a man after a woman, or more rarely a woman after a man. The rarest was a recent case of a man having a sexual fixation for a male producer. Well, two weeks ago I started being stalked. I'm a forty- four-year-old accountant, not a celebrity. I'm five-foot-ten, a hundred-and-eighty pounds, and work out in the gym so I'm solidly built although I admit I do have a bit of a spare tire. I guess I'm average looking, starting to thin at the temples and to get a bit of grey in the chest hair. My stalkers are two eleven-year-old boys, dark-haired, dark-eyed Jay with a perpetual sassy look, and blond-haired, blue-eyed innocent-looking Tyler, and a precocious nine-year-old by the name of Billie. With the simple utterance of the word "shithead" they have complete control over my mind, and they snap me out of it just as easily with the derogatory "asshole". The two words perfectly reflect their opinion of me and their attitudes in general. They have imprinted a command in my mind so I am unable to tell anyone what is happening to me, not that what they have made me do is anything I'd want to share with anyone. The boys feel quite differently about sharing that information. After they have had their way with me, they make me write what has happened so they can post it on the net. In the first two stories, the boys asked anyone reading what I've been forced to write to e-mail them via the person posting these stories for them, and they ask the same for this story. They love getting more ideas about what they can do to me, and they love sharing with me any praise given them or derogatory comments about me. Now, what you are about to read is one of the ideas from a reader the boys followed up on this afternoon. The boys send their thanks. At Their Mercy, Part 3 When the doorbell rang this afternoon, my heart leaped. Only three days ago, last Wednesday night, I had received a phone call from Jay to let me know that he had still another e- mail in response to the first story which told how the boys had gained control of my mind and made me the object of their bathroom humour, and that we'd have to get together again soon. He had me memorize what the guy had written and repeat it back to him: "Thanks for the hot story. I love those cool dudes who have taken over your life. They are so cool. I'm so happy that they have found a guy like you to provide them with some entertainment. I can't wait for the next installment." Jay said before he could do the things this guy suggested, he had this other really neat idea from another reader called C*****. Then he laughed this evil laugh and told me to have a nice day. So, when I opened the door I fully expected to see Jay and one or more of his buddies, and I was not disappointed. Jay, Tyler, Billie and two of his friends I did not know stood there with these cat-that-ate-the-canary grins. One of the new boys looked to be about nine and I figured to be Billie's friend. The other boy was older, probably fourteen. I wondered if either of them was in the alley behind the school in my last encounter with my stalkers. "What do you boys want?" "Now, that is no way to greet us, shithead." I stood there staring at them helplessly as I felt my willpower drain away. "Now after this, whenever you see us, you'll address us as Master Jay, Master Tyler and Master Billie, got it shithead?" "Yes, Master Jay." "Say it like you mean it, like you are our obedient slave and you live only to serve us." "Yes, Master Jay," I replied obsequioustly, and the boys glanced at each other and giggled. "You want to please us, because that is your job as our slave. When we tell you to do something, you'll jump right to it as fast as you can and with a smile on your face, no matter what it is. Got it?" "Yes, Master Jay," I replied, a wide grin passing over my face despite the anger and frustration I was feeling. "We'll have to think of a proper name to call our slave," Jay said to Tyler and Billie. Just then the doorbell rang and my heart leaped again. The first time the boys had put me under their control there had been five of them, and the next time they had me perform in front of two dozen of their classmates in an alley beside their school. I fully expected this to be more of their friends, and I dreaded how many. I opened the door, and to my surprise, there stood Bradley Straton, a young apprentice that had been working in our office this past year. He was a handsome, athletic, twenty-five-year-old stud, and a smooth talker and a smooth dresser besides. He was the type of man women swoon over, and Bradley knew it. Bradley was as arrogant and conceited as he was good looking. He felt he was God's gift to women, and he never passed up an opportunity to let us know. Besides that, every Monday morning he was more than willing to tell us male co-workers all about his sexual exploits over the weekend. "Bradley, what brings you here?" "I don't know," he replied. I immediately had a suspicion although I could not see how that could be. "I just had this overwhelming urge after lunch to come over here." "Well, come in." "Hey, boys," Bradley said with surprise, "What are you doing here, selling more of your lemonade?" "No," said Jay, "we were feeling bored so came over here for some entertainment." "You know each other?" I asked. "I was out jogging after work the other day like I do every day, and it was especially hot, when these two boys show up and offer me a thermos of ice-cold lemonade," he said, indicating Jay and Tyler. It tasted fantastic." "And with his blood racing with the heat and his jogging, it worked even faster than it did with you, Mr. Wallace." "Worked?" Bradley asked with a puzzled look. "Fuckin' right, shithead," Jay said. The look of confusion and then vacancy in Bradley's eyes told me that he too had been drugged and had been made to fall under the boy's control with the same cue. I wondered just what the boys had made him do as I thought back to my first encounter with them. "This is Straight Boy's first time under our command," Jay said as if he had just read my mind. "The only thing we did last Thursday was tell'm that he had to come here this afternoon. You don't mind us calling you Straight Boy, do ya?" "I'm accustomed to children calling me Mr. Straton," he said, his irritation at Jay's insolence and familiarity evident in his tone. "Well, you're gonna have t'get accustomed to being called Straight Boy, because from now on the three of us are gonna call ya that, and you're gonna like it, understand, shithead?" "Yes," he said obediently if not sincerely. "Should we start?" Jay asked the others. "Sure," they all agreed readily "Show us to your bedroom, Mr. Wallace." "Yes, Master Jay,"I replied, smiling broadly as I wondered why that room. I did not like the possible answers. Bradley looked at me with surprise but said nothing. Having been there twice myself besides today, I knew the confusion and internal turmoil he was going through. Upon entering the bedroom, the five boys immediately flopped down on the bed. "Would you mind taking off your runners?" "Yeah, we'd mind. You mind if we leave them on?" Tyler asked impertinently, purposefully scuffing his on the comforter. "No, Master Tyler, whatever you wish." The boys exchanged glances and satisfied smiles while Bradley continued looking on in surprise and confusion. The oldest boy laughed. "What should we make these shitheads do first?" Jay asked. "For starters, how about we make them kiss each other," the oldest boy suggested. "You heard Jarred, do it." I slowly turned to Bradley, and he slowly turned to me, like two robots in slow motion. As we approached each other and cocked our heads, I could see in his eyes how desperately he was fighting what his body was doing. I knew he had no choice, and that he might just as well accept what was happening. Our lips met for a quick peck. "Fuck, that wasn't a kiss," complained Jay. "Now kiss each other like you mean it, like you see a guy and woman kissing in the movies, or we'll make you do stuff you'll really hate." I had no idea what I could possibly be made to do that I hated more than kissing another man, but I knew the boys were only acting out ideas they had gotten from some fellow on the net, and who knows what sort of things they'd been told. I was still having difficulty believing that anyone would read the things I've written, and even more difficulty accepting that anyone would send preteen boys an e-mail telling them things to do to a grown man. As Bradley and I held each other and kissed passionately, I wondered what else the boys had in store for us. "Now that was much better. What do you think Jarred?" "Yeah, it was. Did you like that, Straight Boy?" "No," he replied honestly. "Don't you like kissing?" "Women, yes." "What do you think about kissing a man?" "It's disgusting," he replied, making a face as if he had a foul taste in his mouth. "Aw, that's really too bad. I guess you'll just to have to keep kissing each other until you do like it, starting right now." We embraced and kissed again. Over and over our lips met in long, passionate kisses, just like in the movies as Master Jay had put it. The only difference was this was a forty-four-year-old man and a twenty-five-year-old coworker. Jay finally stopped us after about five minutes. "Now, we've all seen you naked, Mr. Wallace," Jay said, confirming that the two new boys had been part of the gang in the alley earlier. "We'd like you to strip Straight Boy here for us." "Now just a minute," Bradley said as I obediently turned to him. "Shut your mouth and let him do it," Jay snapped. "You'll only speak when we say, and you'll let us do whatever we want, understand shithead?" "Yes," he replied although his eyes said otherwise. I unbuttoned and slid off his shirt. His pecs were solid and tanned, and his chest smooth and hairless. I dropped to my knees and untied and removed his shoes, and then slipped off his socks. I'm not into feet or anything kinky like that, but I could not help notice how perfect they were compared to my stubby toes and thick toenails. Trust the handsome stud to even have good-looking feet. Unbuckling his belt and unsnapping the clasp of his trousers, I pulled down his fly and eased his trousers down his hips and helped him step out of them. He had strong, muscular legs, the legs of a jogger, and the blond hairs were sparse and barely visible. He stood there in his blue Fruit of the Loom jockey shorts, his face flushed a bright red with embarrassment. The boys all hooted and cheered and neither of us could do a thing about it. "Com'on, take off his underwear!" called Master Billie. Slipping my hands under the elastic band, I could not help but notice how smooth and how warm his skin was to my touch. I very slowly eased down his briefs, not that I was trying to tease the boys, but because I've never stripped a man before. I was embarrassed doing it to him, and he was doubly embarrassed having it done. As I eased his briefs down he instinctively put his hands in front of him but Master Jay was quick to tell him to put his hands at his sides. He stood there stark naked, staring at the floor and looking like he could die of shame. I knew how he felt, having been forced to expose myself under the boy's command, and I knew there was worse yet to come. "Hey, lookit his dink," said Billie's friend. "I've never seen a dink that looks like that." "Why's it different from yours, Mr. Wallace?" Billie asked. "Mine is circumcised, Bradley's is uncircumcised." "What's that mean?" "Circumcised means the bit of skin that covers the glans of the penis has been cut off. Men refer to a penis that's been circumcised as being cut, and one that's not as uncut," I continued, compelled to tell the boys everything I knew. "Freakin," said Tyler. "So, what's this glans thing?" asked Jarred. "The bulb at the end of a penis," I replied, feeling like a biology teacher. "So why do some people have it done and others don't?" "It's part of some religions, like for the Jews, and a lot of doctors think it should be done because it's healthier and easier to keep the penis clean. If you don't wash the bulb regularly stuff builds up under the skin." "Dick cheese," the fourteen-year-old said knowingly and the others giggled at the term. "So, how can ya wash it if it's covered with skin?" "You have to pull the skin back." "Oh yeah? Show us," said the nine-year-old as if this was a kindergarten show-and-tell class. Actually, as I thought about it, it would have been only four years ago that he was in kindergarten! That was a weird thought as I looked at him now sitting there on the bed with his buddies and staring at the naked man standing before him. I glanced at Bradley. He was standing there embarrassed as hell having us talking about him and being unable to object. "Well, com'on, ya heard Darren." As I reached over and held up Bradley's limp penis, the boys all moved to the foot of the bed to watch. I was surprised how different it felt holding another man's penis. Although a man holds his own at least once if not more often each day, it is totally different having someone else's in your hand. Maybe that's because you're so use to the feel of your own. Anyway, not only did it feel strange holding another man's cock, I found it disgusting. I've never touched another man's privates in all my life, and I'd been raised to believe to do so was filthy and wrong. Despite those feelings, I had to do as my masters said, and more. Dutifully, I squeezed his knob gently with my thumb and first two fingers and very slowly began to draw his foreskin back. The dark purple knob began to peek out from the skin collar and the boys murmured and dug each other in the ribs. I continued to draw his skin back, staring down at what I was doing so I did not have to see the look of embarrassment and frustration in his eyes. Exposing his dark purple glans, I continued to draw the skin back until I had stretched it down the shaft, exposing the pinkish-white flesh directly below his knob. "Freakin'," said Tyler again. I let go of his penis and the foreskin immediately crawled up his shaft and back over his glans to it's normal position. "Hey, lookit it! How'd ya do that Straight Boy?" "I ... I didn't do it. It just does that by itself," he replied, struggling with talking about sex with a bunch of kids, and struggling with having them control when he did speak and when he didn't. "Kewel!" said the two nine-year-old boys together, and they looked at each other and giggled. "Do it again, Mr. Wallace," commanded Master Billie. "Yeah," the others all encouraged. Once again I took the young man's warm, flaccid cock between my thumb and first two fingers and slowly drew back his skin. Once again it slid back into position as I released it. "So," said the oldest boy, looking at Jay. "You gonna make them do it or what?" "Yeah, I said we would," Jay said, sounding a bit uncomfortable for the first time since I'd known him. As I looked at the boys sitting at the foot of the bed staring at my naked colleague and then at Jay, I wondered if maybe he had a bit of a conscience after all. "So what we gonna make them do?" asked Billie. Jay looked at Tyler with what I figured to be a desperate look, and then at me. "What's the matter?" asked Jarred. "Nothing," said Jay, now definitely uncomfortable. "C***** suggested we make them do sex together and we will." "How can guys have sex together?" asked Darren. "I know how a man and women have sex, but a guy don't have a pussy." "C***** said," Jay began, pulling out a folded paper from his back pocket and reading from it, ". . . ask what are the different ways two guys can have sex with each other. The old guy has to tell them." He looked up at me with a curious look. "It could mean several things," I replied as the command that my job was to please them again came to the forefront, along with the objection to being considered old at forty-four. "So tell us, how do two guys have sex," Jay pressed, and I realized what the problem had been. Despite all his bravo and despite the perverted things he'd been making me do, he was only eleven, and he had the experiences and knowledge of an eleven-year-old, although I have to say he had to be more evil than most. The problem was, he did not know how men had sex, and couldn't see how that could be possible either. He couldn't admit he didn't know to his friends, and he couldn't be sure the person who'd written to him wasn't putting him on. He wasn't going to risk being made a fool of in front of his friends by some stranger on the net. "Well," I began, "they could jack off together, or jack off each other." "What's that?" asked Darren innocently. "You know, like he did in the alley. Wank it," Jay replied, quickly having regained his confidence. "Oh." "Or they could engage in oral sex." "What's that?" asked Billie. "Use their mouths," I explained. "You know, cocksuckers," Jarred elaborated, and the two younger boys smirked at each other. "Or there's anal sex." "I know what anal means," said Darren proudly, "asshole." "Can a guy really stick his dick up another guy's asshole?" "Yes." "That it?" "Pretty well. There are other things, fetishes, that guys do that turn them on." "Like what?" "Well, like feet for example. Some people get really turned on by people's feet." "Umm, Billie, wanna have sex with my foot?" Darren asked with a grin, and the others laughed. "How can ya have sex with a foot?" "A man could massage another man's feet, or jack off another man with his feet, or lick his feet and stuff like that." "So we gonna make'm have sex or what?" Billie asked impatiently. "Sure." "So what we gonna make'm do?" Jay thought for a moment, and then turned to Bradley. "So, if a woman didn't wanna fuck, which of those would you like most to do to her?" Bradley didn't need to think. He'd probably engaged in all of them at one time or another. "Definitely fuck her ass." "Then that's it," announced Jay, and Bradley looked at me almost apologetically for having mentioned it. "Mr. Wallace'll fuck Straight Boy's ass." Bradley looked at him and then at me in surprise. He had fully expected it to be the other way around. "You'd like Mr. Wallace to fuck your ass, wouldn't you." "Yes," he said obediently but reluctantly. "Com'on, bend over and wiggle your butt and tell Mr. Wallace how hot you are for him and how badly you want him to fuck you." Bradley reluctantly turned around and bent over. Wagging his butt, he parroted, "I'm really hot for you. I'd do anything if you'd fuck my butt." "Beg on your knees." Bradley dropped to he knees. "Please, Mr. Wallace. Please fuck me. I need to feel your cock up my butt." The boys all hooted and laughed and high-fived. I felt sorry for him, being forced to beg not just another man, but a senior colleague, to do such a demeaning thing to him. It had to be even harder considering what a womanizer he was. "So go ahead, Mr. Wallace. Take off your pants and underwear and fuck him." I did as I was told, quickly stepping out of my pants and my briefs, memories of the previous week coming back. Even though all of the boys there had already seen me naked, and not only that, had seen me masturbating, I still felt embarrassed standing there before them in only my socks and shirt. Bradley got down on his hands and knees and I got in position behind him. I began to stroke myself. "Hey, ya ain't supposta be wanking it, yer supposta be fuckin'," said Tyler. "I have to get it hard first," I explained dutifully to my master. "I'd never be able to get it in if it wasn't hard." Tyler looked down sheepishly and I was reminded again just how naive these boys really were in some respects. As I continued to play with myself, I also reminded myself that their innocence was quickly being lost. Despite my mental rejection, my body responded physically and I was soon stiff. Shuffling up to Bradley, I pressed my stiff cock against his hole, but it was too tight, and my cock either slid up his asscrack or down between his legs. There was no way I was going to get it in him despite how badly I wanted to please my masters, and it was beginning to hurt. This was a totally new experience for both of us, and for the boys for that matter, and was not as simple as one might think. It certainly was not something I nor Bradley had ever even thought about until now, and neither had much of an idea how to go about it. Porn has never interested me, and in fact, has disgusted me, and my young friend evidently wasn't a purveyor of such either. However, I was desperate to do what my masters had told me to and I used my imagination. Spitting on my finger, I slipped it up his hole in an attempt to get him looser. I followed that with two fingers, and then three. All the while Bradley squirmed and panted hotly with equal desperation and the boys laughed and commented on our efforts as they sat there on the bed watching. "I'm going to need a lubricant." "What's a lubricant?" asked Jay. "Something to make his hole slippery so I can get my erection up it, Vaseline or butter or something." "How about spit?" "Yeah, great idea, Billie," observed Jay. "If ya fill his asshole with yer spit, that should make it good and slippery," Jay suggested. "Yeah, put your lips against his asshole and spit in it!" laughed Tyler. I immediately fastened my lips to his puckered hole and worked my saliva into it amidst the boy's calls of suckhole and ass-sucker, laughter, and exaggerated gagging. After several minutes I withdrew my face, my chin and lips smeared with spit, much to the amusement of my three masters. I once again got behind Bradley and positioned my stiff penis at his now spit- dripping hole. I slowly felt my cock begin to penetrate him. He grunted with the effort, as did I. "Hey, they're grunting like pigs," observed Master Jay and the boys all laughed. "They're really hot for each other," observed Billie. "He's doing it, our slave's getting his dick up Straight Boy's ass!" Tyler shouted excitedly. "Far out! A guy really can stick his dick up another guy's asshole." Having pressed my cock in as far as I could, I paused for a moment feeling proud and happy that I had pleased my three masters and I grinned at them while another part of my mind screamed that this was immoral, and doubly wrong doing it in front of a bunch of boys. The boys gave me the thumbs up sign, evidently not feeling the same, and they high-fived each other with wide grins themselves. I slowly began to ease my cock in and out of the handsome young man that I really barely knew even though we worked together. I was now knowing him more intimately than anyone else in the office. As I slowly fucked him, I could not believe it. There I was, a forty-four-year- old bachelor, fucking the butt of a young straight womanizer on my bedroom floor while four prepubescent boys and a fourteen-year-old sat on my bed watching us like we were some live porno show. Actually, as I think about it now, I guess that is what we were. "So, how ya like gettin' yer butt fucked, Straight Boy?" "Its . . . strange," he managed to answer. Although I could not see his face, I could sense his anger and his shame. I was embarrassed fucking him. I could not even imagine how embarrassing it must be to have a group of boys watching you getting fucked. "Tell Mr. Wallace how great its making ya feel, and tell him to never stop." "This is making me feel great. Don't ever stop," he said blankly. "Fuck, man, you're gettin' me pissed off," snarled Jay. "Now say it like ya mean it or you're gonna get kicked in the nuts." "This is really great," he said more enthusiastically. "What is?" Jay asked as he got off the bed. "Getting my ass fucked really feels great," Bradley continued. "It feels so great I don't ever want you to stop." Although his voice was saying it, I knew that in his mind he was screaming that this was not happening to him. I knew he was feeling just as dirty and used as I was at that moment. Despite my disgust at what the boys were making the two of us do, I soon felt my climax approaching and I could not help but speed up. I grasped my young partner's hips tightly and thrust my cock in and out of his hot, grasping hole like I'd been doing this all my life. The boys cheered me on and told my partner to do so too. "Oh yeah," he groaned. "Fuck me. Fuck me hard, Mr. Wallace. Ohhh, this feels so good! Do it to me!" I did, and I shuddered a minute later as I pumped my load into his body. As I grunted with my release, the five boys cheered. Totally spent, I finally had to stop to catch my breath. "Wank him off, slave." "Yes, Master Jay." With my cock still up his butt, I reached around and grasped his stiff organ in my hand. He was aroused from the hot fucking I'd given him, and it only took a few dozen strokes to bring him the rest of the way. His load squirted out onto the bedroom carpet in thick, white ropes. "That was great," Jay said as we finally separated. "So, should we make them do one of the other ones?" Darren asked. "Naw, we don't wanna wear the old farts out," Jay observed. "Besides, we can come over and make them do anything anytime we want." "There is something I'd like them to do before we leave," said Jarred. "Sure, what's that." "That idea about feet sounded wild. I'd like them to lick my feet." "All right. You heard Jarred. Take off his Nikes and socks and get on your hands and knees and beg to lick his feet." We did as we were told, dropping to our knees at the foot of the bed and each removing a sneaker. The typical aroma of a young boy's feet after being confined in hot sneakers all day wafted up through the air much to the joshing and laughing by the others. Tyler held his nose and Jarred jabbed him in the ribs. We removed his socks. His feet may have had a sneaker odour, but they were clean. "Please, Jarred, let me lick your foot," I found myself saying. "Me too, please, I have to lick your foot, Jarred." "Say pretty please with sugar on it," suggested Billie. "Pretty please with sugar on it," we parroted and the boys rolled over on the bed with laughter. "Go ahead," he said, and we immediately bent our heads and began to lick the fourteen- year-old's feet. They were salty, and a bit acrid from his sweat, but not that repugnant. "Suck on my toes, starting with the big one," he commanded. I slipped my mouth about his big toe and began to suck on it as Bradley attacked his left foot. Two grown men keeling there on the floor eagerly sucking on the toes of a fourteen-year- old boy! Who would have believed it! And how much more demeaning could things be? "Too bad you're feet aren't really dirty. They could have toe jam to eat," giggled Billie. "Toe jam and dick cheese," observed Darren and all five of them giggled. Jarred stopped us, and standing up, he dropped his jeans and stepped out of them. He quickly did the same with his boxers. He had a little patch o blond hairs at the base of his cock but none on his balls, which where hanging in a large, loose sack. His limp dick was four inches long and two fingers thick. I noticed he was cut. He had to be well hung or partially aroused. "Okay," he said, "I want you to start at my ankles and lick all the way up to my crotch and butthole." I obediently got on hands and knees and began to lick, running my tongue around his ankles and then slowly proceeding up the slender calf. If I wrapped my hand about it, I would have almost been able to touch my fingers and thumb his calves were so slender. Bradley was obediently licking his other leg. As we began to lick the inside of his thighs he squirmed and giggled and told the boys that it really tickled. "It must feel great too," Jay observed, "your dick's gotten hard." Bradley and I both looked at his swollen dick. It was sticking up in the air at an angle, five inches of hard, aching boy meat. We continued our licking. As I proceeded to his balls and began to lick the loose, dangling nuts, Bradley worked his way around to the back and began licking up his asscrack and tonguing his asshole. The young teen squirmed with excitement and his cock jerked excitedly before my eyes. His balls were salty from sweat, and had a strong, musky boy aroma. After several minutes of this, he laid down on his back on my bed and told us to lick his dick. Kneeling on the floor on either side of him and half lying across the bed, we began to lick his swollen cock and inhale the musky boy odour of his hot genitals. I could not believe what was happening, two grown men on their knees lapping at a young fourteen-year-old boy's hot, stiff boy dick like it was a popsicle on the hottest day in July. That was what I was doing, and in my slave's mind, that was what it was like. I ran my tongue from the base of his balls along the smooth shaft and over the glans to the tip, swallowed my dick-flavoured saliva, and then repeated it as Bradley did the same on the other side. Our audience hooted and cheered appreciatively. The young teen suddenly moaned and thrust his hips upward and his first squirt of his boy cumm erupted from his hot, throbbing cock. It shot straight up into the air and then fell back down, striking his now tight balls and oozing down them to soak into my bed. It was followed immediately by a squirt of equal volume that landed in his spit-soaked hairs in a slimy blob. The third splattered his left thigh and the fourth his right. By this time it had lost it's force but not it's volume and more throbbed out of his irritated organ and flowed down it like wax from a melting candle. The other four boys just sat there staring at him in awe, too surprised to speak. Having been told to lick his cock and having no orders to stop, Bradley and I continued to run our tongues up and down the shaft, now licking up his hot, salty boy cumm as we did so. "Oh yeah," he groaned. "Lick it off, lick it all off me you fuckin' cocksuckers!" He'd unloaded a lot, and for the next several minutes Bradley and I scooped the slimy, white goo off his thighs and nuts with our tongues. I was disgusted by the act and nauseated by the taste and the smell, and it had to be even worse for a stud like Bradley, but neither of us had any choice. We licked up and swallowed his cumm like it was cream despite our mental objections. Jarred finally had us stop. "Oh fuck. that was fantastic!" he sighed. "Man, you squirted so hard you almost hit the ceiling!" said Jay. "Yeah," agreed Tyler. "I thought ya was never gonna stop squirtin'!" Jarred looked at the two boys appreciatively, his flushed face reflecting not just the pleasure from shooting off his load but now pride too. "What is that stuff anyway?" asked Darren. "That's the stuff that makes babies," Billie informed him knowingly. "I thought only men could do that." "Guys can, once they're old enough," said Jarred, proudly running his fingers through his spit-slick hairs. "Oh fuck, lookit the time. I gotta get home," he said, leaping off the bed and reaching for his clothes. If I'm late for supper, my mom'll have a cow!" "Yeah, it was time we was all goin'," Jay announced getting off the bed. "From now on, whenever ya see each other, yer gonna think about this afternoon," he said to us. "Yer gonna ache to have Mr. Wallace fuck your ass again, and yer gonna ache to stick yer cock up Straight Boy's asshole again. Yer both gonna want it so bad yer gonna get woodies just seein' each other, understand?" "Yes, Master Jay," I replied and Bradley agreed. "It's been fun," Jay said with a grin. "You'll be sure to write up a good story," he said looking at me. "I'll drop by later to pick it up, and we can talk about next weekend's wild party." "Yes, Master Jay," I replied as my heart sunk to a new low. What else could the preteen monster be planning? Surely this was the worst that it could get. "Well, we'll see you assholes," Tyler said with a knowing look at Jay. We stood there helplessly as the boys left my bedroom and we felt ourselves coming back out from under their spell. We could not look at each other as we quickly got dressed and left my bedroom. Neither of us could find the courage to say the words we had to say. Although we both knew we'd done these filthy things with each other against our will, we were too ashamed to talk about it. I do know that as Bradley headed down the walk to his car, he was dreading having to go to work Monday just as badly as I was. Even though I fully planned on avoiding him, I knew that was not always going to be possible, and we both knew what our reaction would be, thanks to our two masters, when we did meet. At least I knew I was not going to have to suffer listening to Bradley's latest sexual escapade at coffee break on Monday. -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----