Message-ID: <14546eli$9808181916@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: "Dream Spinner" Subject: ST: At Their Mercy - 10 (m/b/b/b/t, scat, ws, 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: <19980816224121.19447.qmail@hotmail.com> Warning/Welcome. This is the ongoing story of the mind control three preteen boys and a fourteen-year-old have over a forty-four-year-old man. If you like stories of dominance and of scat, read on. Comments can be sent to us (Jay, Tyler, Billie, Jarred) at authorsix@hotmail.com Thanks to J*** for this idea. At Their Mercy - Part 10 When I was a boy, I used to look forward to Saturdays. Saturdays meant no school, time to play with friends, afternoon matinees, and staying up until nine or maybe even ten. Later as a teenager I still looked forward to Saturdays for much the same reasons, except of course my choices of entertainment were somewhat different. Even as an adult I looked forward to Saturdays as a break away from work, and a chance to relax and enjoy my hobbies. With the arrival of the boys from hell three months ago, that changed. Saturdays were spent in dread wondering if my tormentors were going to show up. In the case of this last Saturday, there was no question. Jay had phoned on Monday to tell me to expect company Saturday night. He knew there was nothing I could do about it, and he knew now I'd worry for the entire week knowing they were coming. Of course he didn't say how many or who was coming to add to my tension. So for the entire week I fretted about it, particularly considering the last time Jay had thrown a party at my house. I described that in Part 4. I considered moving out some of my best furniture, or at least covering it with plastic or sheets, but I knew the boys would not like that and would just have me remove them. Actually they arrived just before supper, each carrying their pajamas, toothbrushes and other personal belongings their parents had insisted they pack for the sleepover. Little did they know what their sons were really up to. Nine-year-old Billie used a Garfield backpack and fourteen-year-old Jarred an Adidas backpack, marking the wide difference between the two boys that otherwise had some very common interests, namely games of perversion and humiliating me. The eleven-year-olds, Jay and Tyler, came with plastic grocery bags, reflecting a different kind of coolness. Following a discussion whether to eat out or order in or have me prepare their meal, a discussion which of course I did not participate in, the boys decided on me going to get Kentucky Fried ChickenŠ. As I drove out, I wondered what the boys had planned for this night. I knew that whatever it was, I was not going to like it. There were two things that at least I had going for me: this time there were only four boys instead of eight, and this time we were not having pizza. Of course they could have more boys arriving while I was gone. I did not like that thought at all and tried to put it out of my mind as I waited for our order. When I returned home and heard my stereo blasting out some rock song called "mmmBop" as I pulled into the driveway, my heart took a leap for my throat. Cautiously opening the door and going into the living room, I was relieved to see just the four boys there. They had done some rearranging of the furniture while I'd gone. The whicker chair from my bedroom and one of the Oak Royale chairs from the spare bedroom had been moved out into the living room. The two chairs made a rough circle with my suave brown, Italia leather sofa and matching leather recliner with the glass coffee table in the centre. I fully expected the boys to flop right down there and eat, but much to my surprise, and relief, they suggested we eat at the dining room table. Throughout the meal, which I'm surprised they shared with me, the boys talked about different music groups and friends they knew and the usual chatter I suppose you would expect from preteen and young teenage boys. That is something I don't know since I don't have any children of my own, and if you've read any of my previous encounters with these boys, you know they are not exactly your typical youngsters. At least they were not in someways. As they burped and immediately engaged in a contest, and as they wiped their greasy lips off with the back of their hands and then their hands on their pants, it was hard to believe they were not your average group of boys. "So what do you say guys, should we begin?" asked Jay. "Sure," the others agreed eagerly. "Then let the ceremony begin," Jay announced dramatically with a wide smile as he got up from the table. Jay sat down in the whicker chair and put his sneakered feet up on the pillows from the spare bedroom that had been placed in front of it. Jarred sat down on the Oak Royale chair to his right, and Billie took the recliner on his left. Tyler sprawled out on the sofa, casually putting his sneakered feet up on the expensive leather but glancing at me out of the corner of his eye. His lips curled slightly and his eyes sparkled when I said nothing. The boys had me sit on the coffee table in the centre. "We still haven't found a name for ya, Mr. Wallace," he said, sounding almost apologetic. "I still think Poochie is a good idea," complained Billie in the typical whiny voice of a put- out nine-year-old. "We already discussed that," Jay said with a frown. "Ol'man Wallace ain't our dog." "I like, you know, the magic word that hypnotizes him," commented Tyler. "Yeah, but each time we called him we'd be remembering how we used it to put him under." "Yeah, we need something totally different," agreed Jarred. "Maybe we should just call him his name," suggested Tyler. "What is your name anyway?" "Alexander." "Come scratch my back, Alexander," tried Jay, and I was half way up before I realized he had not really given me a command. I sat back down sheepishly as the boys laughed. "Gotcha trained good," Jay said with a grin. "Go get us some chips, Alex," Tyler ordered. "Kiss my ass, Alexander Wallace," tried out Billie. The boys looked at each other and wrinkled up their noses. "Got a middle name?" "Phillip." "Phil." "Philly." "Alexander Phillip. A.P." "That could be for . . . ass . . . " "Phart with a ph," suggested Tyler and the boys laughed. "Ass poop," offered Billie. "Apple . . . " "A.P. Arm Pit." The boys looked at each other, at me, and then at Jarred who had made the suggestion. "Ha, that's it, dude!" replied Jay. "Kewel," agreed Billie. "That's definitely what he is," observed Tyler and the boys all laughed again. "Arm Pit when we are alone, and A.P. when we are in public, though we'll know it's not for Alexander Phillip," suggested Jarred. "Then it's agreed," pronounced Jay. "Okay, strip, shithead," With the pronouncement of the magic word I began my trip down the dark tunnel, signifying the boy's will over mine, their total control of my mind. I allowed myself to fall deep into the trance, knowing that there was not a thing I could do about it. I slowly began to remove my clothes while the boys watched as if I was an erotic dancer. Had the boys been older, they probably would have made me do it to music, probably one of their meaningless songs like the one presently on the stereo. I finally stood there before the boys, a forty-four-year-old, five-foot- ten, hundred-and-eighty pound man, exposing his hairy chest and hairy potbelly along with his privates to a group of grinning boys still considered to be in their childhood. "Okay dude," Jay said, addressing me, "we got this like bonding ceremony we planned out. One of the readers, J*** , figured like it was time we made this official that we're your masters, and said he hoped Jarred could be here too. Well, me'n Tyler 'n Billie talked about it, and we figured Jarred should be one of your masters too." He smiled over at Jarred and Jarred returned the smile, an exchange between two close buddies. "Jarred helped us out a lot with what we're gonna do," he said, glancing at Jarred appreciatively. Jarred's smile widened and he blushed a bit, embarrassed by the complement. "You explain it, Jarred." "Well," he began, "its like taking a blood oath, you know, like Huck and Tom in that movie by Disney." I didn't know anything about the movie, but I got the idea. "The four of us are gonna do stuff together, and that'll make us all one, 'cept we're not gonna cut ourselves or nothin'." "What we got planned is even better," interrupted Billie, evidently eager to begin. "Tell him the rest," prompted Jay, enjoying the tension he was building up, as if he was the ringmaster at a circus. "The other part of it is making you our total and complete slave, for ever and ever." "We got some great stuff for you to do," Tyler added, fidgeting in his eagerness. "And when we're done, we'll sign this pact that will seal the deal," concluded Jay. The boys grinned at me like Cheshire cats, and then they looked at Jay. "We're like all your masters, each of us equal, but I'm still the leader." "Supreme Master," said Tyler, looking at Jay as if Jay was his idol. You could see how proud he was that they were best friends. "So I go first," Jay grinned, chewing on his gum vigorously in his excitement. "Move that table and lay on your back Arm Pit." I moved the table and lay down on the shag carpet. They put one of the pillows under my head. As the boys gathered around me I prayed they were not going to piss on me like they had done out on the patio the last time they were here. "Okay, we're gonna tell you what we are and what you are, and you're gonna tell us back stuff we tell you," Jay explained as he towered above me. "We are your masters, and you are our slave. We have total control over what you say and do. We control your mind and your body. We own your soul." Jay knelt down beside me with a wicked gleam in his eyes. "Open your mouth wide," he mumbled. As I did so, he puckered his lips and removed his wad of gum. Working his jaw as he leaned forward, he allowed a gob of spit to ease between his lips and then sucked it back in. He wouldn't! "Stick out your tongue and don't you fuckin' swallow, dude." I stuck out my tongue. His dark brown eyes gleamed brightly as the first gob collected at his puckered lips and then dropped like a pendant to land on my tongue. His slimy spit oozed down over my tongue and before the pendant separated he slowly allowed another gob to flow from his mouth to mine along the thin strand of spittle joining us. He had worked up a mouthful of spit and my tongue was coated by the time he had emptied his mouth. Hawking up a thick gob from this throat, he spat it in my mouth as a final indignity. As he sat up, Tyler squatted down on the other side of me and told me I could put my tongue back in as he removed his wad of gum. Tyler's hazel eyes sparkled with equal delight as he bent his head over until our lips almost touched and he opened his mouth, allowing his mouthful of saliva to flow directly from his mouth to mine in a flood. I wanted to gag as his warm, slimy spittle flowed into my mouth but I knew I did not dare. The addition of Jay's and his saliva caused my own salivary glands to start producing. Little redheaded Billie was next. The slight, four foot, sixty pound imp sat on my chest and his greenish eyes stared directly into mine. The power and dominance in his eyes were frightening. He allowed his spittle to gather at his parted lips and then sucked it back in teasingly a few times. Finally, his eyes took on an extra gleam and he allowed his spittle to drool from his lips and drop into my mouth. His eyes never left contact with mine the whole while. Being last, Jarred had worked up a mouthful of slimy, bubbly spit. He knelt beside me as had Jay. His face was flushed with arousal and his hazel eyes took on a look of lust as he added his spittle to the others as Jay had, one slow pendant at a time, each flowing into the other in one constant flow from his mouth to mine. "Close your lips and slush our spit about," ordered Jay. I worked my cheeks in and out, churning up their saliva and mine and coating my teeth with it. "Just like our spit is mixed in your mouth to become one, so are we one, one for all and all for one. We are equal and your masters, and just like your spit joins with ours, you're joined with us forever as our respectful and humble slave. Now swallow our spit in homage to us, and then thank us for letting you have our spit. I wanna hear you tell us how much you love our spit, how you love its taste and how it feels sliding down your throat, and how most of all how you love and respect each of us." By this time my cheeks were bulging. I closed my eyes and took my first gulp. Hot, thick, bubbly spit slid down my throat in a slimy flood, my mind reminding me four-fifths of it was spit from someone else's mouth. I swallowed again and fought back the desire to gag. It took half a dozen swallows to empty my mouth. "Thank you for letting me have your spit," I found myself saying. "I love it. I love the taste of your spit and the slimy way it oozes down my throat. Most of all I love and respect my masters Jay, Tyler, Billie and Jarred," I stated, my voice reflecting that I really sincerely believed what I was saying. On the surface and in my mind I did. However, much deeper down in my mind, a voice silently added, "until I move away from here." The boys looked over at Jarred. They were evidently following a planned script that they had prepared for this evening. "We are your masters, and you are our slave. We have total control over what you say and do. We control your mind and your body. We own your soul," Jarred began. By the time the evening was over I was going to hate those lines. "Ya admire us cuz we're perfect," Jarred continued. "You on the other hand are defective. We're like prime rib and you're like hamburger helper." The boys giggled. "We got perfect bodies, and most of all, we got perfect feet," Jarred continued. "You're gonna take off our runners now, and you're gonna show us how much ya admire our feet by sniffing them and then licking them clean. You love the sight and smell and taste of our feet." The boys all returned to where they had been sitting. Sitting down before Jarred, I unlaced his Adidas airwalks and removed them. The aroma of his sweaty teenage feet wafted up to my nostrils and I had an uncontrollable urge to smell them. The boys hooted and laughed as I raised his stocking feet to my nose and inhaled as if I was inhaling a fine wine. The rank odour of sweaty feet and hot sneakers filled me with desire. Removing his Calvin Klein socks, I gazed down at his naked, slim feet and I felt like I had never seen anything so beautiful. Raising his left foot, I bent my head and began to lick it, first the back, and then the sole, and then working my tongue between each toe. I finished by sucking on each of his toes. When I finished and looked up at him, I could not help but notice that his Calvin Kleins were bulging out even more than in the most suggestive ad C.K had ever come out with to sell their jeans. In that Jay was the leader of my four masters, I figured I should do him next. Crawling over to the whicker chair on my hands and knees, I removed his Nike runners and socks. Once again the sight of the young boy's naked feet filled me with admiration and with lust. I held them before me and inhaled their pungent odour, and the smell of his sweaty feet made my saliva begin to flow. As I began to lick his salty feet my flow of saliva rapidly increased as if I was eating the most savoury meal of my life. I bathed his feet in my spittle and lapped it back up eagerly. As with Jarred, I concluded by sucking each of his toes. Moving on to the sofa, I removed the blue and white Reeboks and blue socks of his best pal and repeated showing my admiration and willingness to serve. As I did so, I glanced out of the corner of my eyes and noticed that the other three boys were fondling themselves through their jeans while they watched me. Master Billie was the last. He lay back in the recliner and looked down at me with eager anticipation as I removed his Adidas runners and his socks. Of all the four boys, his feet had the strongest odour and I could not help but see the small black patches between his toes. "I been wearing the same socks for a week, and running up and down in the ravine to be sure I had some toe jam for ya, Arm Pit," he said with a proud grin. "Wasn't that nice of me?" "Yes, Master Billie, very nice." The smell only enhanced my admiration for the slight boy feet and tiny delicious-looking toes. I attacked his feet with the gusto of a mad man, inhaling their sneaker-scented fragrance, licking their salty sweat, wedging my tongue between his toes to sample his toe jam, and sucking on each tiny digit. 'This is so fucking kewel," he commented as at last I looked up at him for approval. "Just like our toe jam is mixed in your stomach to become one so are we one, one for all and all for one. We are equal and your masters, and just like your spit joins with our toe jam, you're joined with us forever as our admiring slave. Now in homage to us, thank us for letting you clean our feet with your tongue," Jarred ordered. "Tell us how much you love our toe jam and how you love its taste and how you ache for our feet, and how most of all you admire us." "Thank you for letting me clean your feet with my tongue. I love the sweaty taste of your toe jam and I ache for your feet. I admire my masters Jarred, Jay, Tyler, and Billie," I stated, again my voice reflecting an honestly felt sincerity. Also again much deeper down in my mind a voice silently added, "until I move away from here." The boys grinned at each other and high-fived. They next turned to Tyler. "Hope all that toe jam didn't fill ya up, Arm Pit," Tyler said as he stood up and began to draw down his shiny black Umbro shorts. Stepping out of them, he removed his shirt and then pushed down his Jockey underwear. His little three-inch dick jutted out stiffly. "We are your masters, and you are our slave. We have total control over what you say and do. We control your mind and your body. We own your soul," he began. "We are the kewelest dudes you have ever known. We are like the most noble guys you know. But you, you, Arm Pit, are a worthless piece of shit. Whenever ya see us ya gotta stare in awe at our kewelness and wish that you could be like us." He looked at me wickedly. "You're gonna show us how much in awe ya are by licking our cocks clean. Ya love the feel, sight, smell and taste of our awesome dinks and ya wish ya could worship them all day." Tyler sat down on the sofa and spread his legs invitingly. Walking over to him, I got down on my knees and stared at his little boy-size dink. "I want ya to pull back the skin real slow before ya start lickin'." Although he, like the other three boys, was circumcised, he still had a fair amount of skin and at his young age, it still clung half way down his knob even when he was erect. I took his little stiff dink in my hand and slowly eased the skin back. In doing so, I revealed a thin cream- coloured film at the top of the shaft and just under the ridge of his knob. "Didn't wash under the skin this week just for today Arm Pit. Wanted to be sure I had some delicious dick cheese for ya to snack on. It's the least I could do considering all the snacks you provide us." The boys all laughed at that. "So go ahead and lick it clean dude. I know yer achin' for it." I was aching for it as he said despite how revolting another part of my mind found the idea. Actually, being unwashed made licking his boyhood all the more appealing to my hypnotized side. As I bent my head and stuck out my tongue, the saner part of my mind reminded me that these types of days would soon be no more. I had the house up for sale and I had several job interviews scheduled for the upcoming week. The sharp taste of his unwashed dick returned my mind to the task on hand. I ran my tongue along the shaft and up over his knob and then back down under the knob. The greasy taste of his smegma would have been disgusting under other circumstances, but in my hypnotized state it was as delicious as a rare cheese. I licked his hot little dink hungrily until he began to squirm and told me I had better stop. "Oh man, that was freakin' hot!" Billie was next, and like his hero Tyler, he too had purposefully left his dick unwashed and he too had a thin film of smegma for me to lick off. I took his little two inches in my mouth and sucked him gently as he stretched back in the recliner. His dick cheese had a flavour of lard and a hint of milk and I licked at it eagerly. Before long he was squirming and twisting in the recliner with that pleasure boys his age should know nothing about. Going over to the kitchen chair, I admired Jarred's five inches in my hypnotized state as if the previous two boys' cocks had been appetizers. Unlike Tyler and Billie, he had kept himself very clean. The flavour of fresh boy dink assaulted my tastebuds, causing my saliva to begin to flow copiously. I basted his dink with my saliva and spread my spit all over it. I then clamped my lips tight around the base of his cock and sucked the teendick-scented saliva back into my mouth and swallowed. My hypnotized body turned to goose flesh in its ecstasy and I licked his hot cock in a desperate need for more. Not ready to climax yet, Jarred stopped me a few minutes later and had me move on to Jay. Jay's three-and-a-half inches looked like a little cocktail weenie, and I gazed at it with just as much gusto as I had Jarred's. Like Jarred, the eleven-year-old had kept himself clean. Once again I went down and paid homage. Once again I delighted in licking my master's cock clean. Of course once again my master eventually began to squirm and twist with forbidden pleasure as I did homage to his dick. Jay finally stopped me. "Just like our dick cheese has joined in your stomach, so are we one, one for all and all for one," said Tyler. "We are equal and your masters, and just like your spit joins with our dick cheese, you're joined with us forever as our awed slave. Now in homage to us thank us for letting you have our dick cheese. Tell us how much you love our dick cheese, how ya love its taste and smell, and how much in awe you are of us." "Thank you for letting me have your dick cheese," I began. "I love the greasy taste and sweaty dick smell of your smegma, and I am in awe of the kewelness of my masters Tyler, Jay, Billie and Jarred." "Now it's my turn," announced Billie with some eagerness. ""We are your masters, and you are our slave. We have total control over what you say and do. We control your mind and your body. We own your soul," he began. He was the fourth, and I was glad the last, to go through this ritual beginning. "We are generous and giving. You, Arm Pit, are so needy. Whenever ya see us ya gotta stare in gratefulness at our generosity and wish that you could be so giving." He looked at me gleefully. "You're gonna show us how grateful ya are by accepting our snots. Ya love the taste of snots, dude, and ya wish ya could snack on them all day. Go get a candy dish, one of those fancy crystal ones." I hurried into the dining room and returned with a cut crystal candy dish. "Now come here and tell how much ya want to eat my snot." "Please, Master Billie. I want to eat your snot," I said as I knelt before the recliner. "You can do better than that." "Please," I begged plaintively. "I need to have your snot. I love the taste more than anything in the world. I'd be so grateful to eat it." "Henh," Billie snorted. "Right on you stupid fucker!" Billie grinned wickedly as he dug a thick, slimy wad out of his right nostril and wiped it on the dish. Jarred blew his nose with his fingers and scraped the slimy mucous off his hand with the edge of the dish. Tyler and Jay had me dig out their snots myself. Under their instructions, I mixed the slimy gray-green snot and clear mucous of the four boys together and then scooped it up with my first two fingers. "First lick the plate clean like a good boy," ordered Billie. I ran my tongue over the plate, licking off their slimy, salty mucous. "Gross," gagged Tyler. "Yeah, isn't it?" giggled Billie. "He'll fuckin' do anything," observed Jarred. "Okay, now pop our snots in your mouth and chew like its gum," ordered Billie. I stuck my fingers covered with the salty mass of slime and semisolid mucous in my mouth and sucked it off them. Saliva filled my mouth in response to the strong taste. "Just like our snots are mixed in your mouth to become one so are we one, one for all and all for one," recited Billie as I chewed my nasal gum. "We are equal and your masters, and just like your spit joins with our snot, you're joined with us forever as our grateful slave. Now swallow it and in homage to us thank us for letting you have our snot. Tell us how much ya love our snot and how delicious it tastes. Tell us how grateful you are to each of us." "Thank you for letting me have your snot," I found myself saying. "I love it more than I love candy. It tastes delicious." Despite knowing what is was, my mind did indeed feel that it was delicious. I am so grateful to my masters Billie, Jay, Tyler, and Jarred." "This is so hot," said Jarred. "You know some young dudes have been writing to us and telling us how cool we are and how they wish they could do things like we do. Like, we're the future, man, and you're history." Jarred looked down at me smugly. "Youth rules," he said with a grin and the others began to chant "youth rules". "Old shits like you we'll keep around to please us cuz pleasing us will make you feel young too. Ya like to please us don't ya Arm Pit?" "Yes, Master Jarred, I do like to please you. That is all I live for." "We are your masters, and you are our slave. We have total control over what you say and do. We control your mind and your body. We own your soul," he began with the ritual introduction. Each of the boys having recited it already, I had thought we were done. I wondered what more they could possibly have in mind for me. "Whenever ya see us, ya gotta wish ya was young again, but ya never can." He looked at me with a leer. "But you'll always be able to please us, cuz we'll always need pleasing. Like right now I'm aching to get off, and we all know how ya love the feel, sight, smell and taste of our awesome dinks. Isn't that right?" "Yes, I do," I replied as my mind accepted his words. "I could worship them all day." "Then come over here and do homage to them with your mouth Arm Pit. Show us how good a cocksucker you are." Jarred sat on the edge of the chair and spread apart his legs. I eagerly went over to the boy and readily took his hot young shaft in my mouth. I sucked on it and licked it. I savoured his boy taste, his boy smell, the shape and texture of his young dick. I eagerly sucked on it, wishing it could be forever. It was hot and hard as only a teenager can get. He was soon squirming and panting, and before long his little dick squirted out his hot cum. I swallowed the offering as eagerly as he pumped it into me while the other three boys watched. "Atta boy, Jarred, fill his guts," Jay cheered. "Yeah, freakin' hot!" agreed Tyler. "Give it to him good, dude." "That is so kewel," observed Billie. "I can't wait til I can start making my stuff." I went over to Jay. He spread apart his legs and I went down on his stiff boy cock. The difference of one and-a-half inches meant nothing to my mouth. He was my master and I wanted to please him, and I knew I could. Jay was soon trembling and flushed with his dry orgasm, witness to my skills as a slave. Billie's little two inches was next, but my administrations brought just as loud a result from him when at last his little nine-year-old body bucked with his orgasm. Finally came Tyler, spread out on my leather sofa like a Roman emperor and running his fingers through my hair as if I was some plaything as I sucked him off. I was his plaything, and I would eagerly suck his cock or any other part of him at his slightest wish. As he shuddered and groaned with that final pleasure, I felt just as good. "Just like you just sucked each of us off, so are we one, one for all and all for one. We are equal and your masters, and just like your mouth joins with our pricks, you're joined with us forever as our eager slave. Now do homage to us by thanking us for letting you suck our cocks. Tell us how much you love our cocks, how you love their taste and smell and feel and sight, and how most of all you want to please each of us." "Thank you for letting me suck your cocks. I love boy and teen cock. I love the way your hard, hot cocks feel and look. I love the dink taste and smell of cock. Most of all I want to please my masters Jarred, Jay, Tyler, and Billie." The boys smiled at each other, their faces flushed with the sexual pleasure I had just given them, but also flushed with the power that they were feeling. You could see it in the sparkle in their young eyes, and in the slight curl of their sweet boy lips. In their innocent boyhood they revealed their feelings openly and unashamedly. "We are your masters, and you are our slave. We have total control over what you say and do. We control your mind and your body. We own your soul," Billie said, signifying still another indignity. "We are clean and pure. You, Arm Pit, are dirty and impure. You even love the smell of farts. It's like wonderful perfume to your nose. So let's hear you beg us to fart in your face." "Please," I said plaintively, let me smell your farts. I love their foul odour. I worship the air in your bowels." My mind was saying things way beyond what the boys had requested. My saner part cried out its objection, but was quickly smothered. These were my masters. They were cool, and they were right. Whatever they wanted, I was eager to give. "Fucking far out," laughed Jarred. "Yeah," Billie agreed with the widest grin yet. "Freakin'. This dude is so sick," agreed Tyler. "And he's all ours," Jay said with a grin and they hooted with laughter as they high-fived. Surrounding me and turning their backs, the four boys bent over and shoved their butts out. One by one they commenced farting in my face, loud, full farts, filling the room with their foul, shitty odour. I sat there and inhaled, and although I was fully aware of the stink, I inhaled heartily and eagerly. "Just like our farts all joined together, so are we one, one for all and all for one. We are equal and your masters, and just like our farts joined in your lungs, you're joined with us forever as our worshipful slave. Now do homage to us by thanking us for letting you smell our farts. Tell us how much you love the smell of our farts, and how most of all you worship each of us." "Thank you for letting me smell your farts. I love the shitty, stinking smell of farts. Most of all I worship my masters Billie, Jay, Tyler, and Jarred." Tyler looked down at me. "We are your masters, and you are our slave. We have total control over what you say and do. We control your mind and your body. We own your soul. We are strong," he gloated. "You, Arm Pit, are weak. You are so thankful that we are here to protect ya and look after ya. Yer so fucking thankful you even like it when we piss on you." He looked at me with a wicked leer. "You're gonna show us how thankful ya are by accepting our piss. Ya love the taste and smell of piss, dude, and ya like the feel of hot piss running over your body. Now come here and tell how much ya want my piss." "Please Master Tyler. I want your piss. I want to taste it and smell it. I want to feel your hot urine running over my body," I said as I looked up at him. "Go get us four glasses. Those fancy wine glasses." I hurried to obey and then knelt there before the boys in my living room. One by one their hot urine flowed from their little boy hoses and I knelt humbly and let them piss on my head. Four rivulets of urine ran down over my face and neck, down over my naked body to soak into the living room shag carpet. Hot boy piss ran over my chest, soaking into my chest hairs and continuing down in yellow rivulets to soak into my pubic hairs and wash over my penis and testicles in a warm flood. As the boys drew close to the end, they finished off in the wine glasses. "Just like our piss mixed to become one and flowed over your body, so are we one, one for all and all for one. We are equal and your masters," announced Tyler as he handed me his wine glass of dark yellow fluid. "Now swallow our piss in homage to us, and just like our piss joins in your stomach, so you're joined with us forever as our thankful slave. After you've drunk our piss, do homage to us by thanking us for letting you have it. Tell us how much you love our piss, how you love its taste and smell and how you like how it feels flowing over your body. And tell us how thankful you are to have each of us." I took his glass and inhaling deeply, I downed the glass of hot, salty urine in one draught like cold beer on a hot summer's day. "Hey, the fuckin' dude really loves it!" "Yes, I love your hot piss. I love the taste and smell of urine and how it feels flowing over my body," I parroted. "I am so thankful I have you, Tyler." The boys all hooted and laughed and commented on my stupidity and filthiness, and mostly on my eagerness to serve them. One by one the others handed me their glass and I drank down the hot, foul yellow fluid and thanked them for it. "We are your masters, and you are our slave," announced Jay and for the eighth time I listened to the introduction. "We have total control over what you say and do. We control your mind and your body. We own your soul. We are wise. We know what is good for you. You are Arm Pit. You don't know nothing. You need to be looked after. You live only to obey us. Nothing else matters to you in the whole world but us. Now you will show us how obedient you are. You will come here and lick our assholes. You will lick them like they are the most delicious things there are. You worship our bums. Ya love the way they look and feel, the way they smell and taste. So come sit on the floor and worship them." Jay lay on his back on the shag carpet, being careful to avoid the large wet spot where they had pissed on me. He had me squat down with my butt on my heels, and then slide up under him as he threw his legs up over his head. As he watched me begin to lick his butt, he took his limp little organ in his hand and began to fondle it. It was not long before he was erect. He wanked on the little three-and-a-half inch boner as I ran my tongue over his butthole, savouring the musky, mushroom aroma and flavour. He glanced up at me with those dark, devilish eyes, and a slight smile crossed his lips as I ardently licked his boy butt as if it was the most delicious thing I'd ever tasted. In my hypnotized state it was. I licked and sucked on his little asshole in adoration. He was soon bucking and gasping with a powerful orgasm. Billie was next, choosing to roll over on his stomach on the recliner and have me lick his butt that way as he rubbed his stiff little dicky against the leather upholstery. I licked the nine- year-old's pale, almost white globs, their colour so symbolic of the innocence and purity of childhood and standing out in contrast with his darkly tanned back and legs. I licked the two delicious globes, slowly working toward his crack and aching with desire. Pulling his globes apart, I ran my tongue up the crack and savoured the puckered little butter tart, savouring the natural taste of the young boy. I licked the little puckered hole and wished I could do it forever. As he reached his dry orgasm and trembled with the pleasures assaulting him, I felt the pleasure that only a slave can know when he knows he has pleased his master. Tyler similarly rolled over on the sofa and ground his eleven-year-old penis against the soft Italia leather while I licked his butt. I matched his grinding motion, bobbing my head back and forth in unison as I first licked his ass cheeks and then ran my tongue up his crack. I sniffed at his butthole, delighting in the spicy aroma. I ran my tongue over his hole and again was rewarded with the unique taste of mild salami. I licked at his hole as a kitten would a saucer of milk. It was not long before he was squirming and whimpering with his dry orgasm also. Jarred choose to have me lay on my back and then straddled me and squatted over my head. I licked the fourteen-year-old's soft, smooth butt, gradually making my way to the crevice as I had done with the others. Spreading apart his cheeks with my hands, I ran my tongue up the crack and he shivered with delight. I sniffed at his butthole, and inhaling his unique aroma, I too shivered with delight in my hypnotic state. His delightful teenage hole smelled of raw bacon and a musky sexuality. I ran my tongue over his asshole, savouring his meaty flavour. His sphincter contracted and dilated as I tongued it as if eager to accept my tongue in his body. Jarred began to squirm and his breathing became laboured. Seconds later I felt something hot and slimy splat against my stomach and then on my chest. Jarred sighed with the pleasure rippling from his rimmed asshole and the pleasure throbbing through his cock as he shot his teenage cum over my stomach and chest. "Just like you licked each and all of our butts, so are we one, one for all and all for one. We are equal and your masters, and just like your tongue joined with our assholes, you're joined with us forever as our respectful and humble slave," said Jay. "Now thank us for letting you lick our butts. I wanna hear you tell us how much you like to suck ass, how you love the taste and smell, sight and touch of boys' butts, and how most of all you will obey each of us." "Thank you for letting me lick your butts," I said. "I love to suck ass. I love the taste and smell of boy butts and feel of your soft, smooth asscheeks. Nothing is more beautiful than their sight. I live to obey my masters Jay, Tyler, Billie and Jarred." The boys all high-fived and then looked over at Jay. "Ok dude, time for you to take your oath." The boys all stood before me and I sat on the floor. "We are your masters," Jay announced. "You are our slave. You will respect and do homage to us." The four boys hawked up a mouth of spit and spat at me. Jay's spittle oozed down my face, Tyler's stuck in a globule to my chest hair, Billie's oozed over my cock and onto my balls and Jarred's ran down my thighs. "I am Arm Pit," I said, reading from a written script Jay handed me. "I have no will. You have total control over my life. I swear I shall be loyal and serve my Masters Jay, Tyler, Billie and Jarred for as long as I live." Taking my underwear, I spit in them. "We are your masters," Jarred announced. "We are perfect. You are defective. You will admire us. Come kiss our perfect boy feet." I crawled forward and kissed each of them on both feet. "I am Arm Pit. I am defective. I admire my masters Jarred, Jay, Tyler, and Billie and I will for as long as I live for they are perfect," I said, bowed before them. Spitting on my toes, I worked the spit between them and then wiped them off with my underwear. "We are your masters," Tyler said. "We are kewel. You are worthless shit. You are in awe of our greatness. Come lick our dickheads." I licked each in turn, remembering the dick cheese I'd cleaned from each. Jarred's now tasted of cum. "I am Arm Pit. I am worthless. I am in awe of my masters Tyler, Billie, Jarred and Jay and I will be for as long as I live." Taking my underwear, I wiped the head of my dick in them. "We are your masters," Billie said. "We are generous and giving. You are needy. Come and be grateful for this gift we give you." The boys each dug deep into their nostrils for the last snot they had been saving for this occasion. Rolling it into one ball, Billie had me stick my tongue out and accept it. "I am Arm Pit. I am needy. I am grateful for the generosity of my masters Billie, Jarred, Jay and Tyler and I will be for as long as I live." Taking my underwear, I blew my nose heartily in the pouch. "We are your masters," Jarred said. "We are young. You are old. Come give us pleasure." The boys crowded around me and I did whatever they said, sucking on their limp dinks, licking at their nipples, massaging their bumholes with my fingers. At the same time I played with myself, getting myself hard. Despite all I had been through, my penis responded readily. As I approached my orgasm, I serviced my young masters more desperately. "I am Arm Pit," I announced as I shot my load into the pouch and back of my underwear. "I am old. I desire to please my masters Jarred, Jay, Tyler and Billie and I will for as long as I live." I finished squirting my load into my soiled briefs. "We are your masters," pronounced Billie. "We are clean and pure. You are dirty and impure. Come and worship us." I stepped forward and the four boys turned and farted in my face. I kissed each asshole in return. "I am Arm Pit. I am impure. I worship my masters Billie, Jarred, Jay and Tyler and I will as long as I live." Holding my underwear behind me, I farted into them. "We are your masters," said Tyler. "We are strong. You are weak. You are thankful you have us. Taking one of the glasses, the boys managed to force out a remaining few ounces of piss. Tyler handed the quarter-full glass of strong, deep yellow piss to me and I drank it in one gulp. "I am Arm Pit. I am weak. I am thankful for my masters Tyler, Billie, Jarred and Jay." Taking up my underwear, I relaxed and strained to empty my bladder. After a few minutes my urine began to flow and I soaked my underwear with my own piss, the excess dripping off and onto the carpet. "We are your masters," said Jay. "We are wise and all knowing. You are a retard. You will obey our every wish and command for the rest of your life." I again stepped forward to receive my command. "Clean our assholes with your tongue." I snuggled up to Jay and stuck my tongue in his tight little hole. I wormed it in, tasting his muskiness. I darted my tongue in and out until he was satisfied. I went on to Billie. As I prepared to stick my tongue up his hole, he strained to open his sphincter wide so I could stick my tongue in as far as possible. His hole was acrid, but I dutifully stuck in my tongue and licked. When I was done, he turned and gave me a look of power and superiority like I've never seen. Tyler was next, and he waited a long time before announcing he was satisfied with my job. Jarred was last, and by the time I was done rimming his shitter he was stiff again. "I am Arm Pit. I need looking after. I will forever obey my masters Jay, Tyler, Billie and Jarred." Taking my soaked underwear, I opened my asshole and wiped it thoroughly, leaving faint brown smears. I then slipped them on. "That's the only underwear you will ever wear again, and you will never wash them," commanded Jay. "Yes Master Jay." Taking a permanent felt marker, each of the boys approached me and signed their name on my underwear. "Now we need some more snacks. You rented that video we asked you to?" "Of course Master Jay." We lay down in my bed and watched the movie "The Full Monty" together. I paid it little attention. The boys had their way today, as they always did, but this would soon end. Yes, I had sworn to obey and worship and everything else. I did feel that way. I loved these boys with all my heart and ached to serve them. But I also knew that once I was gone, once they were no longer in my sight, they would have no control over me. It is impossible to serve and wait on them if I'm in another city and they have no idea where I am. I know anyone reading this will think this is stupid. By writing this the boys will know my plans. Well, I asked them if they ever read what I wrote. They said why read it when they done it? Jarred said he hated reading anyway, even if it was something about sex, and, to everyone's laughter, Billie said he'd wait until they made a movie of it. So, I know they will not be reading this. Even if they do, or one of the hundreds of readers out there tells them my plans, there is nothing they can do about it. By the time this chapter of my humiliation is posted, the house will have been sold and I'll have signed a contract for a new job. One by one the boys dropped off to sleep. I don't think the movie was all they had expected it to be, and it certainly did not compare to what the boys themselves have done. I laid there thinking for a long time. Opening my eyes, I found Tyler's young, perfect feet in my face. I quietly leaned forward and licked the boy's tender soles. Behind him was Billie, laying on his side with his beautiful young butt turned to me. Leaning over farther, I gave it a respectful lick. I rolled over. On the other side of me was Jarred. His boycock, now limp, looked so delicate and innocent. I slipped my lips over it to savour it one last time before going to sleep and it began to swell in his sleep. Allowing it to slip from my lips, I looked up to see Jay staring down at me from over Jarred's hips, his dark brown eyes staring deep into mine, penetrating my mind. He leaned over and gave me a kiss on the lips and then lay back, continuing to stare at me with that blank, frightening look. I closed my eyes but could still see the demonic stare. 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