Message-ID: <13067eli$9807151645@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: "Dream Spinner" Subject: ST: At Their Mercy - 05 (m/t/b, m/t/t, mind control, humiliation) 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: <19980715061452.17167.qmail@hotmail.com> Warning: This is the ongoing story about a group of preteen and teenage boys who have hypnotized a forty-four-year-old man to become their own personal boy toy. If the idea of controlling a man's mind and forcing him to engage in sex offends you, then this is not the story for you. If it turns you on, your comments are welcome, and if you have other cool or kinky things you'd like the boys to do to their victim, let them know and they would be pleased to follow up on them. Special thanks to S** (C**) for suggesting Part 5. At Their Mercy - Part 5 You know the feeling you had as a student when the teacher returned your exam and instead of the high mark you were expecting you failed? Or when you took the car in for a simple tune up and the mechanic phoned and said that when they were checking it out they discovered a problem with the transmission? Well, that feeling of your heart sinking down in your chest was the feeling I had late this afternoon when I answered the door and found Jay and Jarred standing outside. Master Jay, my eleven-year-old tormentor, was wearing what I had come to realize was his favourite clothes a black, sleeveless, net mesh Umbro T-shirt, black Hollywood jeans with silver buttons down the sides of the legs, and black Nike socks and runners. Combined with his thick black hair, dark brown eyes, and sassy smile, it gave him the look of mischievousness and smoldering sexuality. Today he also had a Nike backpack. I had met Master Jay's friend Jarred two weeks ago, the afternoon I had been forced to engage in sex with Bradley, the twenty-five-year-old apprentice at our accounting firm. That experience I described earlier in Part 3. Jarred was the typical fourteen-year-old, five foot seven, a hundred and twenty pounds, all legs and arms, a few pimples on his forehead, and his hair cut short on the sides and darkened with the honey blond top long. He had hazel eyes with long eyelashes that I imagined teenage girls found sexy. Jarred was wearing a Calvin Klein cap, an oversized blue and grey checked shirt, Calvin Klein jeans, and Adidas airwalks. "Well, don't just fucking stand there, invite us in," snapped Jay. I stepped back even though at that time I was not under his hypnotic control. I knew there was no point in trying to refuse him all he had to do was say the magic word and my mind would be his to command. "Hey, ya got the place lookin' all right," Jay observed. "Ya shoulda seen it, Jarred, it was one fucking mess last Saturday. Shit and piss and pizza everywhere!" It had taken me all of last Sunday to clean and disinfect the kitchen, living room and bathroom after the party Jay and his friends had held. I got the bulk of the crud off the shag carpet, but then I had to pay a professional to come in and shampoo it. As for the suave brown Italia leather sofa, I had been sure it was beyond repair, but I sent it off for cleaning and they did manage to save it, at a cost of six hundred dollars. I had told them there had been a party and one of my friends had gotten drunk and had passed out on it. I could not very well tell them that it had gotten in the way of eight preteen boys having a pissing contest. Jay has told me men have been writing him and asking when my account of the party would be coming out. I can't imagine their response when they read the part previous to this one. Jay said the place they have been posting my stories has been down for two weeks, and I'm hoping it will be down permanently. "So get us some Gatoraide, will ya?" "I don't have any." "Oh yeah, then after this you fucking make sure you always have a supply in the fridge, understand?" "Yes," I replied, and then added "Master Jay." A smile curled Jay's lips. He knew I was not under his control and did not have to say that. Or was I now totally under his control and did not need to be hypnotized? That thought frightened me more than did the unknown plans the boys had for me this afternoon. "Coke?" I offered. "That'll do." I went and got it, thinking about the difference between obeying the preteen boy willingly, and doing what he demanded while hypnotized, and wondering if the difference mattered. The doorbell rang and my heart sank. I prayed this was not going to be another party. I honestly could not take another one. It was going to take weeks to recover from the trashing of my home and belongings the previous weekend. When I opened the door, I found two older teenage boys standing there and looking sheepish and perplexed. I knew that look, and I knew the two boys in my house had to be involved. The two boys at my door had to 17 or 18. They were both around six feet tall and a hundred and seventy-five pounds. Both were wearing blue jeans and green school jackets with while sleeves and green-and-white-striped collars, cuffs and elastic waist bands. In gold was the name of the school, Crestview High, and the head of a bison, the school mascot and the name of their football team. "Hey, guys," said Jay. "How was football practice?" "Ah, fine," said one, glancing over at his friend. "Anything unusual happen?" asked Jarred with a knowing grin. "You know anything about that?" "About what?" asked Jarred with an innocent look. "We don't know anything about what happened," Jay said. "Tell us about it." "Well, things were going great, but then me and Josh started to get dizzy and disoriented," the one boy said, glancing over at his friend. "It finally got so bad Coach Bayer said to go back to the lockers. We did that but then we must have blacked out or something, cuz we can't remember anything else except we both had this need to come here." "Maybe you've been out in the sun too long," observed Jarred. "Yeah, but why the urge to come here?" "Yeah, we've never been here before," Josh said. "So that's it?" Jay asked. "No, not quite," said the first boy, glancing at his friend again. "You still feel that way?" "Oh man, George, I feel it so bad it's hurting if I don't do it soon." "Same here," George said with a worried look. "Do what, dudes?" asked Jarred. "This is so weird, man." "Yeah, like totally." "So?" The two boys glanced at each other with embarrassment and then over at me. "Well, it's like this. We just gotta strip naked in this dude's living room and let him do whatever he wants to do to us." "Can't explain why, man," said Josh. "It's just like in our heads and we got to obey." "Well, by all means, obey," said Jay with a grin, and he and Jarred gave each other the high five. Then Jay turned to me. "Go get your shaving kit and a big basin of hot water Buttface," The two teenage football players glanced at me, their faces reflecting the surprise that an eleven-year-old would speak that way to a forty-four-year-old man. They were even more surprised when I turned to obey. I was still not yet under Jay's control, but I knew to refuse him would just result in him putting me under. If I was able to avoid that, then just maybe I would be able to have some control over what happened later. That was my plan at least as I headed for the bathroom. By the time I got back, the two boys had removed their school jackets, their athletic runners, their socks, and their shirts. George had close-cropped black hair, thick tufts under his arms, and tufts around his nipples and at the V of his neck. There was just a sparse line down the centre of his chest and disappearing in his pants. Josh was a brunette with a perfectly smooth chest. His hair was shaven at the sides with the top long and combed back in a Mohawk strip. Both boys had muscular pecs and as they drew down their jeans and stepped out of them, I could see they had athletic legs too. Jay told us later that they were excellent football players. George was a quarterback and Josh played centre. The boys self-consciously pushed down their boxer joes and stood up, feeling relieved now that they had completed their tasks, but embarrassed to be standing there nude before us. "Now then shithead," began Jay, and I felt myself falling into the post hypnotic trance I had been trying to avoid. I noticed the same glazed look pass over the two football players' faces as they fought to stay in control. I found out later from Jay that they had spiked the boys' water bottles with Rohypnol, more commonly known as the rape drug, and once the boys were back in the locker room, Jay and Jarred put them under and told them to shower and come straight to my place. They also told them that they were to strip and let me do whatever I wanted to them. Of course the boys told them they would not remember anything about Jay and Jarred being in the lockers. "Know how you two are always taking my lunch when I'm waiting for the bus and picking out whatever you want to eat?" "Yeah," the boys replied uncertainly. "And when I said I'd like to be football players like you when I grew up, you said I could start practising, and you took my school books and tossed them back and forth like a football and told me to try to get them back?" "Yeah." "And when I said I wanted to be big like you, you said let's see how big you are now and pulled down my pants in front of everyone." "Yeah." "And said it was a good thing I had no hairs cuz you'd never be able to find my little dick?" "Yes," they replied, getting very uncomfortable. "And said it was so little you had to look twice to be sure I wasn't a girl." "Yes," they said, shuffling even more. "Well, dudes," smiled Jay, "this is payback time for that, and for all the other times you guys hassled me." He turned to me. "I want you to shave off all the hair on their bodies from the neck down." I approached the boys and they could no more resist me than I could stop myself. I began with Josh, figuring he would be the easier having less hair. I lathered up his arms and it did not take me long to remove his fine sparse hairs. I then had him raise his left arm and I cut off his armpit hair as short as I could before using my safety razor to remove the rest. After his armpits, I did his legs, again easily removing the sparse hairs. Up until then Jay and Jarred had paid little attention, but now they came closer to watch. I clipped his short hairs as close as I could, and then lathered up his pubes and began to shave them. "Careful you don't cut his dink," observed Jay. "Yeah, he's already cut," joked Jarred and the two boys giggled over the joke. It was embarrassing squatting there before the teenager's genitals and shaving his crotch, and it must have been doubly worse for him. As I got close to his penis, I had no choice but to move it to the side with my hand so I could so I could clip the few hairs on his testicles. Josh looked to the side with embarrassment, and I finished him off as fast as I could, feeling the same way about having to hold his limp penis. Finishing with Josh, I turned next to George. His hair being darker and thicker, it took me longer to do him. I finally did depilate his arms, legs and chest, and began to work on his pubic hairs. The boys joked about him still having his foreskin, and they hinted that maybe after I was finished shaving him they could arrange for me to cut off his skin at the same time. From my previous experiences with the boys, I would not put it past them. As I shaved his crotch, I occasionally brushed my hand against his cock by accident. It was embarrassing touching the teenager's privates like that, and the two of us looked away in shame. Finally I was finished and I wiped George's genitals off with a warm cloth. "That is much better," observed Jay. "Sure wish I could fucking be there when you explain this to the guys in the locker room on Monday!" He and Jarred howled. "They look so kewel," observed Jarred with a choking laugh. "Just like little boys again." The two boys broke out in laughter again "Now, take a seat," Jay ordered, and as the two boys sat down on my leather sofa, I cringed. Jay opened up his backpack and took out a number of bottles and boxes. "Mr. Wallace, trim their eyebrows, you know, so they are thin like a girl's." I approached George. "What colour lipstick do you think would look good on Josh?" Jay asked his friend. "Hmmm, how about that Cherry red?" "Yeah, with red nails would be kewel." "You do his lips and I'll do his nails." "Fingernails and toenails." "Fucking good idea." "Pucker up Josh." The two boys worked in silence while I trimmed George's eyebrows, Jay applying the lipstick and Jarred the nail polish. "Hey, you're good," observed Jarred, looking at what Jay was doing. "Been watching my sister." Finishing with George, the boys and I switched. "How about this Midnight Blue for George?" asked Jarred. "Oh yeah, that'd be kewel." "With the silver nail polish?" "Fucking far out, dude." Finishing up, the boys applied cheek blush and eye shadow and eye liner to their two subjects. Their youthful faces began to take on a definite feminine appearance. The doorbell rang and I jumped. Jay looked at his watch. "Right on time. You two girlies go in the bathroom," Jay ordered as he got up to answer the door. It was Bradley, and he had several large boxes and shopping bags. The boys took the stuff and heading to the bathroom, told us to wait. We did so in silence, both thinking of the post hypnotic suggestion Jay had planted in our memories the day I had fucked Bradley, and which fortunately had by now lost its effect. About fifteen minutes later the boys reappeared, each looking like the cat that ate the canary. "Gentlemen, we would like to introduce to you," began Jay like a circus announcer, "Georgette and Joshalina." The two boys stepped into the living room. George, or Georgette, was wearing a black wig which completed the transformation of his face. He had a low cut, sleeveless silk blouse, evidently a padded bra, and a black skirt that reached just below his knees. Joshalina had a brunette wig with long curls to her shoulders, a tight white cotton short-sleeved blouse also with a padded bra, and tight red skirt that ended just above her knees. Both were wearing open toed sandals. The two young boys doubled over with laugher. The older two stared at us helplessly and desperately, their eyes pleading with us to bring this to an end. "Ok, lets go." "Where?" I asked. "There's a volleyball exhibition game at the high school," he said with a grin. The two older boys glanced at each other with desperation, their painted mouths dropping open. "Well, com'on, let's go." We moved mechanically, our minds and limbs fighting every step. We went in Bradley's convertible, Bradley, Joshalina and Jarred in the front, the rest of us in the back. As we walked up the sidewalk to the school, Jay whispered to us, "Hey, did I mention that you lovers can't get enough of each other?" As we entered the school, I felt a wave of desperate need pass over me. I looked at Georgette, and at the same time I felt a wave of panic. This was a school for Godsake, and the girl I was having the hots over was a seventeen-year-old boy! I glanced over at Bradley and saw the same look of lust and panic in his eyes. I looked at my date, and my desire for sex caused my now stiff cock to ache. Georgette had the look of unquestioning love and teenage hots in his (her?) eyes as he (she?) stared up at me, but beneath that, there was an even more primitive look, the look of fear. I had a good idea what was going on in the poor youth's mind. What if someone recognized him? What should he do if he saw someone he knew? Worst of all, what were these feelings of desire for the older man he was with? Until that moment he had only had such feelings for girls. Joshalina was going through the same turmoil. Approaching the boy and girl taking the silver collection, I could see what they were thinking as they studied us. They had to be wondering who these two older men were with these two painted ladies, and they certainly had to be wondering who the two harlots were. I glanced down at the floor, and I noticed except for Jay and Jarred, the others were doing likewise. As we headed into the gym, I could feel the eyes of the two taking up the collection on us. Taking up places in the bleachers, we began to watch the game, but I knew that not one of us was concentrating on the game in the middle of the gym. I fought the desire as long as I could, but finally I could not resist putting my arm around my date. I noticed as soon as I had done so, Bradley did the same with Joshalina. Georgina snuggled up to me, and pressing her leg against mine, she placed her hand on my thigh. I drew her closer to me and inhaled her perfume as I slid my hand down her side to just under her bra. The two tormentors behind us snickered and giggled. Several people walking by glanced up at us. I overhead one of them ask if the others had seen the old codger with the young painted up babe. One of the girls in the group commented that it was impossible not to notice the two girls, they had such a load of grease on. When another group passed, one of the boys said it was funny, but somehow the two girls with all the makeup reminded him of someone. Jay leaned over to whisper in my ear. "Com'on dude, you got the hots for your date. I wanna see ya feelin' her up a bit." I snuggled up close and felt her bra with one hand while I gave her a peck on the cheek. Georgina responded by running her hand up my thigh to my crotch. She had to feel my heat of my hardon through my trousers. I was aroused, and that was very wrong considering the circumstances. It was wrong, but I could not help it. I kissed her cheek again, more passionately. "Uh oh, trouble." I looked up to see a man around my age in a suit heading along the bleachers and looking right at us. He was not smiling. "That's the fucking school principal. You guys head for the car. We'll stall him." As we made our way down out of the bleachers, the fellow kept his eye on us and continued walking, evidently intending on intercepting us once we reached the gym floor. Jay and Jarred managed to get between him and us, and by the time he got around Jay and Jarred, we were heading out the door. Jay and Jarred joined us a few minutes later. "I'm hungry." "Me too." "Lets go to McDonalds." Arriving at the fast food restaurant, Bradley began to head for the drive through, but the boys were having none of that. We went inside. The place was packed with teenagers and young couples and the occasional family. Quite a few looked up at us as we queued up to order our food. As we found a place to sit with our dates, I again heard the same comments, about old men and girls young enough to be their daughters, about the amount of make-up our dates had, and how someway they reminded others of people they could not place. As we ate in silence, I felt my lust for my date growing to the point of desperation. As I looked into her eyes, I could see the same lust for me. I could also see the desperation, the fear, and the confusion. Jay and Jarred were practically in hysterics watching the four of us. On the way home, Georgette snuggled up to me and placed her hand in my lap. I wrapped an arm around her and drew her close. "Okay, dudes," said Jay as soon as we returned to my house, "let's go to the bedroom and see some hot loving." "Yeah," grinned Jarred. "We wanna see a lot of kissing and hugging between you lovers." "And stripping. Let's get those clothes off those girls, boys." Bradley and I needed no second invitation. Even though I knew that this was not as my mind was saying, I could not help thinking of the boy in front of me as a hot date, and I knew he could not help but think of me as some hot teen-lover. We embraced and kissed passionately, George's lipstick tasting sweet and leaving a smear on my lips. We kissed over and over, each kiss becoming more lustful, and we ran our hands over each other's bodies. Unable to take anymore, I removed his blouse and skirt, and he removed my shirt and trousers. We lay on the bed kissing and embracing, me in my briefs, him in his hot black bra and panties. Soon his panties were sticking out in a most uncharacteristic manner for a girl. I removed his bra and kissed his breasts, running my hands over his back and sucking on his nipples. We removed our underwear together. Meanwhile Bradley and Joshalina were laying beside us on the bed and doing the same. "Now, George, tell Mr. Wallace you love him." "I love you," he said. "Slap him in the face as hard as you can, Mr. Wallace." "Yes, Master Jay," I said, immediately slapping George as hard as I could. "Now, each time any of you say what we tell you, you say it like you mean it, and if you don't, then the other guy will slap you. All you shitheads got that?" "Yes, Master Jay," I replied as the other three also replied in the affirmative. "Now, George, tell Mr. Wallace again that you love him." "I love you, Mr. Wallace," he said sincerely although I could tell in his eyes how repugnant he was finding the words. "Tell him you think he's real handsome." "You are really handsome." "Tell him he turns you on." "You really turn me on." "Now your turn, Mr. Wallace. Tell George you really love him, especially his butt." "I love you George, especially your butt." "Turn around and spread your ass cheeks apart with your hands so he can have a good look at your butthole, George." He did so obediently, but not without embarrassment and shame. What could this young high school boy possibly be thinking being forced to do such a perverted act before a total stranger, and a grown man besides? "Now we want you to tell him how hot you are for him, and how you want him to lick your ass and stick his tongue up your hole, George. That's because you really do love him, and you want to have sex with him bad. And we want you to tell him how much you wanna get your ass fucked, George, cuz you really love him too." "I think you're really hot," he said, parroting Jay. "I want you to lick my ass and stick your tongue up it." "I ... I..," I struggled, "I want to do it a lot." George turned around and smacked me just as he'd been told to do if I was insincere. The boys howled with laughter and gave each other high fives again. "I want to lick your ass, George. I'd love to lick your ass," I said more sincerely. He turned and got on his hands and knees. I got in position behind him and ran my tongue along his ass crack. Upon the boy's instructions, he spread apart his cheeks with his hands and I ran my tongue up his crevice and worked my tongue in his hole. It was a weird sensation, and I felt myself getting aroused despite the situation. The boys had told me I loved him and wanted to have sex with him, and those thoughts combined with the physical stimulation overrode any shame and repugnance I was feeling. My arousal did not go unnoticed by the boys. "Beg him to fuck your ass, George." "Please," cried George desperately, "Please fuck my ass. I love you so much." "Your turn, Josh. Stick your finger up your ass and tell Mr. Straton that you wish it was his big cock fucking you." Josh looked Bradley straight in the eye as he eased his finger up his butt. "I'm wishing it was you're big hot cock up my ass instead of my finger, and I'm really hoping you'll fuck my ass for me," the teenage boy said, his voice desperate and sincere, his eyes pained with shame and disgust over what he was saying. "I'd love to. I'd love to fuck your tight, cute ass," Bradley replied, just as he might have on one of his hot dates. I said the same to George, my mind telling me I was in love with this handsome young stud while my conscience screamed that what I was saying and feeling was shameful and immoral. The boys giggled and slapped each other on the back. "Do it," Jay said. Bradley and I knelt behind the two teenage boys and applying gobs of spit to our cockheads until they were slimy and slippery, we eased our hot cocks up their butts with as much lust and desire as we would have plunged into a woman. The two boys grunted and squirmed in their mad desire to accept us. Jay and Jarred tossed off their clothes. Both boys were erect, Jarred with a five-inch teenage cock and Jay with 4 inches, impressive for a boy his age. Jay knelt before George and Jarred before Josh. "Okay, girls, you love cock so much you want more. You want to suck ours." Without hesitation the two boys bent their heads and took the two young boys' dicks into their mouths. They sucked and worked their lips up and down the slender shafts of the boymeat. It was not long before the six of us were climaxing, five of us with wet, thick loads erupting from our dicks, the sixth trembling with just as much enjoyment with his dry orgasm. The two youngest boys collapsed on the bed and grinned at the four of us. "That was fucking kewel," Jay said. "You dudes make great girls." George and Josh glanced down, flushed with embarrassment, unable to do what their minds were screaming for them to do. They had just eagerly offered up their butts for a hot fucking, and had hungrily gone down on the two youths like wanton hussies. Their makeup was smeared and their wigs had become crooked in the excitement of climaxing, adding to the impression they were two loose and hot whores. "Yeah," said Jarred with a satisfied smile. "We gotta do this again sometime." "You assholes can go now," Jay announced, and the four of us began to emerge from under their control. We all glanced anywhere but at each other in our embarrassment and shame as we quickly dressed. The two high school boys and Bradley left without a word and as soon as they could. Jarred and Jay got dressed and headed for the door. "Hey, Mr. Wallace," Jay said, "your readers are going to expect a hot story as good as the others you wrote, so you do a good job." Then he added with an evil grin as he stepped outside, "By the way, ya like dogs?" Before I could reply, the two boys turned and left. I could hear their laughter far down the street even with my door closed.--====================987654321_0==_ Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----