Message-ID: <15392eli$9809182204@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: "Dream Spinner" Subject: ST: At Their Mercy - 11 (m/b, m/t, scat, ws) 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: <19980911034916.25195.qmail@hotmail.com> Welcome/Warning: This is a story about the mind control we three preteens and a fourteen-year- old have over a forty-four-year-old man. If you like to read about scat and sex between men, boys and teens, read on. If not, you better stop now. We would like to thank T** for the shaving idea, S***** for the idea about visiting Mum, and b** for the idea about the restaurant and parking lot. Hope we stuck enough up Arm Pit's butt for you S***. We would also like to welcome Josh, who has asked if he could join us in one of our activities. Now here is ol'Arm Pit's story. At Their Mercy - Part 11 If anything could possibly go wrong these past two weeks, it did. First of all the people that were going to buy the house suddenly backed off. It took me a while to discover why, but I finally found out that there was a rumour that the house was infested with fleas. Then my driver's licence disappeared the night before my job interview. I decided to take a chance and by some dumb fluke, the police stopped me. Not only did I have to pay a fine, but I was late for my job interview. I managed to arrange another meeting, but before we held it they phoned to cancel. Again it took a while to find out why, but I eventually discovered that someone had spread a rumour that I was an alcoholic. In earlier days I would have blamed the boys, but I know now that they could not have been responsible. They could never be so dishonest and conniving. Besides, these things were too involved and sophisticated for boys of that age to have dreamed up. Of course some readers could have alerted them of my plans, but it is hard to believe that any reader would actually do that. [Note added by Jay. Thanks T** for the email. We owe ya. ;-)] Anyway, despite the many delays, it has all finally come together. The new owners of the house signed all the papers last week and the moving van will be here tomorrow to take my belongings to my new home. Yesterday I accepted by fax the job offer from Dewit and Pascal Accountants. I love and respect my masters, but at last I will be out of their reach, and there is nothing that they will be able to do about it. Today has been a most unusual Saturday, and actually, quite appropriate for my last day here. The boys had suggested earlier in the week that we go see my mother today. I was immediately suspicious, and more than a little worried what they had in mind, but at the same time, I figured it would be a good time to say goodbye. My masters are considerate of others that way. They arrived surprisingly early, eight in the morning. I had not yet had breakfast and they immediately had me eat an entire cereal box of bran flakes, and drink a litre bottle of coke. I never felt so bloated in my life. They then told me to strip, and get out my shaving kit. As I discarded my clothes, I thought back to the earlier times when they had to put me under hypnosis before I would remove my clothing. I realize now how foolish that was and how wrong I had been not to obey them. They are so perfect, and that they don't mind seeing my old defective body, just makes me admire and respect them all the more. The boys had me lather up my arms and legs and then shave them. I then clipped the hair from under my arm pits and shaved them until they were as smooth as the pits of my four masters. Next, I lathered up my chest and shaved off my thick bush of chest hair and the line of hair that ran down over my ribs and stomach. I used the scissors to trim my bush of pubic hair as close to my body as possible. The boys applied SuperGlue to a flesh-coloured patch and fastened my hairs to it. They then pealed off the backing and stuck the patch on Billie's pubes. He strutted around and ran his fingers through his new hairs, much to everyone's amusement. While he did so I lathered up and shaved off the remaining stubble. Removing the hair on my balls without nicking them was extremely nerve racking, which totally amused my masters. "Okay, turn around and bend over," ordered Jarred. I did as I was told. Jarred sprayed shaving cream over my butt and along the crack. The boys then took turns shaving my hair off. Jay and Tyler then spread apart my cheeks so Jarred could shave the hair there. Telling me to wipe myself off with the hot, wet cloth, the boys then slowly walked around me and gave me the final inspection. I stood there obediently, now as hairless as I was when I was a preteen. "You look real kewel, dude," Tyler observed. "Yeah, now you look just like us," observed Billie, "except Jarred of course." "Yeah, now he's got more hair than you," Jay laughed. "And of course Billie too," said Jay, and Billie thrust out his hips to show off his new growth of hairs. "It's so funny to see an adult with no hair on his body," observed Jarred, "especially no hair around their dick." He reached over and ran his fingertips along the public mound above my dick. "Smooth as a baby's," he snickered. "I think he'd look even keweler if he had no hair at all," Jay said with a wide grin. "Oh yeah," agreed his best buddy, Tyler. Jay picked up the scissors and looked at me evilly. As he began to clip my hair, I wondered how I was going to explain my appearance to my mother. That was going to be a problem, but then my masters knew best. They took turns clipping my hair as far down as they could, and then spraying my head with shaving cream, they took turns shaving my head bald. Jay ran his fingertips over my bald head. "Mmmm, smooth as a baby's butt." The boys all laughed. Jarred ran his fingers over my head, and then suddenly slipped his hands in the back of Billie's pants. "Yep, it sure is," he said, and the boys hooted. "Fuck you man," Billie retorted good naturedly. "Hey, Arm Pit, this kitchen is a mess. You'd better clean up all this hair on the floor." I headed to the hallway. "Where are you going?" "For a vacuum cleaner." "Fuck that, just get down on your hands and knees and eat it." I did as I was told, picking up my hairs with my lips and chewing it. "Like a fucking cow grazing in the field!" laughed Jarred. "Freakin'," observed Tyler as I swallowed a mouth of my hair. It clung to my tongue and the insides of my mouth. The boys then had me put on my diapers and plastic pants and dress up in clothes they had bought just for the occasion. The shirt was a bright yellow with Disney cartoon characters on it, and the shorts were shiny blue checkered Vibrations. A pair of blue ankle socks and red and white runners finished off my outfit. "You look real cool in your new clothes Arm Pit," Jay observed. "Thank you, Master Jay," I replied. "Your mother's going to be real impressed," said Tyler and the four boys laughed. I didn't understand what was so funny, but then I'm just a dumb slave. "We're really looking forward to meeting her." "I'd like her to meet you, Master Tyler." "Now, when we get there, we want you to slip her this." "What is that?" "Rohypnol." "The rape drug?" My heart took a leap. "Right. You got a problem with that, Arm Pit?" "No, of course not Master Jay." "Cool, then let's go. You do have your driver's licence, don't you?" "Yes, of course." How had he known about that incident? It was suspicious, but I really couldn't concentrate on the question. As we drove over to Mum's, I was struggling with a much bigger problem. I had to obey my masters. Mine was to obey without question. Mine was to serve. But how could I slip my mum the rape drug? Why did they want me to? Surely they had no intention of raping her. The only interest the boys had shown in sex was me jacking off and me occasionally sucking them. They had shown no interest in females. Besides, if they were interested, they would pick a good-looking woman or girl closer to their age, not someone who was sixty-eight years old. However, if that was not their intent, the only other reason I could think of to put her into a hypnotic state like they had put me, was so they could do nasty things to her too. I had great difficulty believing that they were considering making her do the stuff they had been making me do. They couldn't, not with a sixty-eight-year-old woman. They were too pure to do that. I struggled with the problem as I drove over to her home but I could find no answer. I could not drug my mother. The mere thought of my mother being forced to eat the boys' boogers was revolting, and that was minor compared to some of the things the boys had made me do. Still, they were my masters. I had to obey their commands. They knew what was best, and I could not question them. When I pulled into Mum's yard, I was so tense I felt like a wound up toy. As I stepped out of the car, I still did not know what I was going to do. Opening the door, Mum looked at me with surprise. "Alexander?" "Hi Mum," I said cheerfully, wondering how I was going to explain my appearance. Mum looked at my shaved dome, and at my little boy clothing, but typical of my mother, she did not raise any questions. She looked past me at my four masters. "These are my ." "Jay, Mrs. Wallace," Jay interrupted with a wide, disarming smile. Normally his dark brown eyes pierced you with a look of devilry, but this time they were now giving her a look that would charm the hardest woman. "Jarred, Mam," said Jarred as he nodded politely. "Tyler. Very nice to meet you," said Tyler, tossing back his blond curls and flashing her a sweet, wholesome smile. "Billie. A.P. has told us a lot about you. You must be the greatest mom in the world," Billie said, his greenish eyes wide with boyish innocence. "Ah, well, why don't you come in? I was just about to have my morning tea. Would you like some Alex?" "Yes, thank you." "I don't have any sodas or anything for you boys," she said. "I haven't had any boys around here for quite some time." She sounded a bit regretful. It was not a dig, but I knew she was disappointed her only child had never married and given her any grandchildren. "I do have some milk." "Milk would be fine, if it's not too much trouble," replied Jay politely. These were not the four boys I had gotten to know. I knew they were up to something, and despite my respect for them, I knew it was going to further humiliate me. We sat down at the kitchen table, Mum and me drinking tea, the boys drinking milk. The four boys eagerly devoured a plate of Mum's brownies which Mum just as eagerly refilled. While her back was turned, I took out the bottle of Rohypnol. My hand moved in slow motion as the two halves of my mind struggled, one half demanding I follow the boys' instructions, the other half demanding that I not put my mother at such risk. As if I was arm wrestling with myself, my hand moved toward the cup of tea and backed away, moved closer, and backed away. As Mum was about to turn and bring back the third plate of brownies, I dumped the liquid into her teacup. Jarred was on his feet and pouring in more hot tea as she returned to the table. "Why, thank you young man." "Really, it's my pleasure," he said with a wide grin. The coke I had drunk for breakfast, the tea, and now the tension were all beginning to affect me. I had to take a leak. "Excuse me a moment," I said as I began to rise. "You must be disappointed A.P. is moving away," observed Jay as I got to my feet. I froze. He knew. "Yes, I am, but things cannot always stay the same." "Tell us about your new home," Tyler said as I stood there thinking about my discovery. What were the boys up to? I sat back down. "Yeah, tell us all about it," said Jay. "You can do that and what you were just going to do at the same time." He knew why I was leaving the table, and he knew I would understand his abstract command. I had to piss badly, and I had to obey a master's order. As I began to describe the new home I had picked out, I relaxed my bladder and began to piss. Once it began, there was no way I was going to stop it. As I described the layout of my new home, my warm piss flowed over my naked pubes and testicles and soaked into the diaper. I could feel it seeping between my legs and up along the crotch. There was a lot to say about my new home, and I had a lot of piss in my bladder. I felt Tyler's hand under the table gliding across my thigh, and then pulling down my fly. Slipping in his fingers to check my diaper, he removed them and drew the zipper back up. "Go ahead, A.P., do the other too," he said with a leer. The mere suggestion was enough. I gave in to the urge to empty my bowels. I sat there in my old kitchen where I'd grown up, filling my diaper as I described the new home I was going to be moving into. The odour of piss and shit was unmistakable, and from the look on everyone's faces, they all could smell it. The boys exchanged leers and knowing grins and could not suppress their giggles. Mom looked at me, and then at the boys quizzically, wondering just where the odour was coming from. At the same time her eyes were getting glazed, and her lids droopy. "Mrs. Wallace," began Jay. "Mmm?" she replied, looking at him. "You are getting very tired." "Yes, it must be the heat. I can't handle it as well anymore at my age," she said with a smile. "That's fine, just rest and relax and listen to my voice. You're here with your son, in your own home, nice and safe and snug. You and your son, little Alexander, just you and your one- year-old toddler. . . ." "Yes, she sighed, little Alexander." "Take off your clothes, AP," instructed Tyler. By the time I had stripped down to my diapers, Mum was under and Master Tyler had instructed me I was to behave as a one-year-old. "Mrs Wallace, I think little Alexander has pooped his diapers." "Mm," Mum replied as she sniffed and then made a face. "Yes, I believe you're right. I will be glad when he is potty trained." "Yeah," said Jarred, "that would be great, to train him to go potty." He smiled at me. Mum looked around the room. "What are you looking for, Mrs Wallace?" "I can't seem to remember where I put his diaper bag." "I'll get it," offered Billie. He was off in a flash and returned with the diaper bag and pail we'd brought with us. Laying the large, white flannel towel on the table, Mom came over and began to try to lift me up onto the table. The boys came to her assistance and helped her hundred-and-eighty pound one-year-old son lay on his back on the table. "Big boy," said Billie. "Yes," Mum beamed. "He is going to grow up to be quite a man." "Oh, yeah," said Jay. "He certainly is!" Mum opened up my diaper and I lay there totally helpless and totally embarrassed. I knew I was not a one-year-old baby. I was a forty-four-year-old man who had just been exposed by his sixty-eight-year-old mother. I wondered if she really thought this was forty-three years ago, or if at least one part of her brain was screaming just how wrong this was. I could not tell, and hoped for her sake that she really did believe I was one and she was twenty-five again. I raised my legs and she removed the stinking, soiled diaper. I kept my legs and butt in the air as she began to wipe me up with a wet cloth, just as she had done a thousand times when I was a baby. She first wiped the brown, gooey shit off my butt cheeks. Rinsing the cloth, she patiently continued to wipe the shit from my butt. I had done a thorough job. As I felt the wet cloth run over my crack and over my hole, I quivered with the sensation. My skin formed goose bumps with the thought that my mother was wiping off my forty-year-old ass just as she had so long ago. Lowering my body, she wiped off my thighs and my newly shaved groin. Rinsing the cloth again, she began to wipe the shit off my testicles and penis. My four masters stood around the table and watched with open delight. "He sure made a mess, didn't he?" observed Billie. "Yes, when he has to make poop, he always gets it all over himself." The boys giggled and glanced over at me. I wanted to die hearing my mother talking that way. "He's pretty big down there," observed Jarred. "Oh, yes, my little Alexander is going to be quite a man there too," Mom said with a smile. She gave my penis an extra little wipe and a little motherly tug. I began to turn red as the boys doubled over with laughter. "You better pull back his skin and make sure it's real clean," suggested Tyler. "My mom always did that when I was little." The boys exchanged grins and then leered at me as Mom pulled back the bit of skin left on my cut cock and wiped my penis. I could do nothing but lay there and stare at the ceiling in shame as she handled my cock and balls. Finally she powdered me and put on the fresh diaper. As she was disposing the dirty diaper, Jay whispered in my ear and I began to cry. "I think little Alexander is hungry," he said. Mum looked at the clock on the wall. "Yes, it is time for his morning feeding. Will you hand me that towel?" Billie fetched the towel as the other boys helped me off the table. Mom sat down in the living room chair, and I was guided onto her lap. It was not until she began to unbutton her blouse that I realized what was happening. Noooo! I stared at her in horror. I looked over at my masters, begging them with my eyes. I was one years old and could not speak what I was feeling, but I could try to let them know. The boys grinned at me evilly and then looked back at Mum. By this time she had exposed her bosom, her old breasts now floppy and sagging and the skin beginning to wrinkle. She guided my head toward the large, brown nipple. Noooo! Jay told me to go ahead and feed. He knew what was best. I fastened my lips to my mother's nipple and began to suck, just as I must have as a baby. She draped the towel over my head to protect her modesty, but the boys must have said something because seconds later the towel was removed. The boys stood around, staring at my mother suckling me, leering at each other, fingering their swollen dicks in their pants. I stared forward at the winkled skin, mortified, aching with hate for what I was being forced to do, but knowing that my masters were wise and I was nothing. I was thankful they knew how to take care of me. The boys finally had Mom dress me, and then told her that eight years had passed. Little Alexander was now nine. We went down into the basement and brought up a box that had been stored away years ago. The sight of the red fire engine, the plastic army figures, and the tin garage brought back memories of collecting matchbox cars and hours of innocent, childish fun. For the next hour we lay there on the floor, five boys playing cars and trucks and war. For an hour again I was nine and my mom was thirty-three. Noon arrived and she served her little boy and his playmates his favourite lunch, peanut butter and banana sandwiches. We sat around the table and talked and laughed as boys always have and always will. By that time the drug was beginning to wear off. Mum looked around, dazed, perplexed, unable to remember anything that had happened that morning. The boys announced it was time for us to go. I kissed Mum goodbye on the cheek and promised I would phone her once I got settled in my new home. Thanking her politely for the lunch and the "fun morning", the boys and I piled into the car and headed out. "That was so fucking much fun," said Billie. "Loved seeing your mother cleaning your butt," said Jarred. "And your little boy dink," laughed Billie. "And seeing you sucking her tit, that was freakin'," said Tyler. "And you were such a sweet, polite little boy," said Jay. "Don't know how come you grew up to be such a filthy snot-eating, butt-licking pervert, Arm Pit." The boys high-fived. We drove over to the mall. The boys wanted me to buy them Super Soakers. While we were looking for them, they had me act like a toddler again, telling me to pick my nose and fill my diapers, to scratch under my arms and to play with my dick and, well, anything they could think of to embarrass me in front of others, adults and kids alike. They continued the game until they grew tired and returned me to my normal age. From there we headed across the parking lot to the grocery store to get snacks and pop for later. "Hey, Arm Pit, come here a sec," said Tyler. "My asshole needs a lick." Pausing there in the parking lot, the hot mid-afternoon sun beating down on us, he pulled down his pants and underwear. I glanced around with embarrassment, but I had to obey. I quickly squatted behind him and gave his puckered hole a lick before anyone appeared. The boys glanced around. "Go ahead, give it a little sucking. You love sucking our assholes." I did as he said. I did love to suck their assholes. They were delicious, and I was most grateful they allowed me to pay them homage that way. Their smell and taste were exquisite. As someone rounded the far end of the lot, Tyler quickly pulled up his pants and the boys hooted and laughed. That started the game. Instead of going into the store, the boys took turns daring each other to take greater and greater risks. I was the one who was taking the risks. If anyone caught us, I would be in major trouble. I sucked Billie's little dick in view of a station wagon with two little kids, a boy and a girl no older than five, waiting for their mother. They found what I was doing fascinating. I wondered if the little boy had the girl try it on him later. I licked Tyler's feet as he lay on the hood of a car, even while several cars passed. I sniffed Jay's butt while an elderly couple several cars up unloaded their groceries, totally unaware of what was going on behind them. Also unaware by us, we were being observed by one of the teenage boys who collected the shopping carts. Slipping behind one of the trucks behind us, he began to watch. He saw me stick my finger up Billie's nose and eat his snot. He saw me kissing and licking Tyler's butt and sticking my hands down the front of Jay's pants and jerking him. I had dropped to my knees and was sucking on Jarred's hard cock, when he made his presence known. Stepping out behind the truck, he headed straight for us. Jarred quickly pulled up his pants and I quickly got to my feet. He was a cool looking kid, sixteen, brown hair and eyes, glasses, 145 pounds, six foot tall, with a trim swimmer's build. His uniform said his name was Josh. "Been watching you guys," he said. "How long?" asked Jay cautiously. "Long enough." "So?" Jay asked. "So, it looks cool. Wouldn't mind joining you guys." "Oh yeah, to do what?" asked Tyler. "I dunno," he said with a shrug, "just looks like you're a lot of fun. I got a few ideas of stuff we could do." He looked at me, and then at the boys. More appropriately, he looked at their crotches, taking a particularly long time looking at Jarred's and at Tyler's. His own crotch was bulging out so far it was impossible for him to hide it. "Lift up your arms and let A.P. sniff your pits," ordered Billie. Josh raised his arms. With the heat of the afternoon, the underarms of his red shirt were dark with sweat. I stuck my nose in his pits and inhaled the sharp, sour odour. "Take off your shirt and let him lick them clean." Josh readily removed his shirt, revealing well-developed forearms and a smooth, muscular chest. Sticking my face in his right armpit, I stuck out my tongue and dutifully began to lick. His sour, skunky sweat assaulted my taste buds. While I was finding the act revolting and humiliating, it was obvious from the even larger bulge in his jeans that he was becoming even more aroused. "This is gross," he observed. "Naw," said Tyler. "Hey, Arm Pit, see that window?" He pointed to a car beside us with the window smattered with dead bugs. "Poor guy can hardly see out with all those squished bug guts. Lick the window clean for him." I immediately went over to the car, and bending over, began to lick the grimy gut- encrusted window. "Now that is gross," said Tyler with a grin. "Ewwww, yuck," said Billie. "Freakin'," observed Tyler. "Arm Pit just loves those slimy, greasy bug guts." "Oh fuck," observed Josh as he turned and gagged. As he bent over, a flood of white vomit spewed from his mouth. "Hey, even better," said Jarred. "Fresh puke. Lick it up Arm Pit." I obediently sprawled on my stomach on the pavement and began to lap up the slimy, sour vomit. The acrid, acidic taste was enough to make me want to vomit too. The boys felt no such repugnance, and they high-fived and encouraged me on. As Josh watched me lap up his puke, Jarred stepped up beside him and slipped his hand over his crotch. "Arm Pit can take care of this too," he said with a grin. "Hey, Arm Pit, we got something over here that needs your attention." The boys crowded around us, and I dutifully pulled out his hard cock upon Jarred's instructions. It was six inches long, a very impressive length for the boys. They all commented on its size, which in turn greatly pleased Josh. He was highly aroused, and it only took several dozen strokes for me to bring him off. When he announced he was about to cum, Jarred told me to catch it in my hand. Seconds later his thick cock was throbbing out his cum. When he was done, the boys all watched as I sucked the bitter jell out of my palm and licked off the rest of my hand. "Cool, dude," observed Jarred. "Maybe you'd like to join us some time?" "Sure would. Here's my phone number." He took out a pen and paper from his shirt pocket and wrote it down. After we finished shopping, the boys had me drive them home. I was told to change and then pick them back up. We had dinner reservations at the Chez la fleur, the most expensive restaurant in town. I changed into my suit and then went to pick up the boys who were meeting at Jay's house. The boys had changed too. All four were dressed formally, Billie in a natty brown suit, Jay and Tyler in black dress pants and powder blue blazers, and Jarred in a smart black suit, pale blue shirt and gold and brown tie. Arriving at the restaurant, we were escorted to our table by the maitre de and given the menus. The boys were polite and on their very best behaviour. I was awed their coolness, and I admired the way they behaved, but I also dreaded finding out what they were up to. As we waited for the waiter to bring our meals, Jay told me I was nine again, and then the boys started up their old tricks. The boys had ordered pop of course, and Jay burped, which began a burping contest, with me included. Those around us began to give us dirty looks. Of course we were careful not to do anything whenever the waiters were around. Billie gave me a snot to chew while we waited, and then the boys began a farting contest. That did bring the maitre de. The boys all denied having any involvement in producing the foul odour around us. As he was leaving, Billie called him an old fart, just loud enough for him to have heard something, but soft enough that he could not really tell what had been said. After he left, Jarred had me crawl under the table and scratch his nuts for him, and then Billie had me scratch his ass. I emerged just seconds before our meal arrived and was almost seen by the waiter, much to the amusement of the boys. Jarred had ordered the 16-ounce steak with mashed potatoes, mushroom gravy, and mixed vegetables. Jay had the roast beef, Tyler the honey glazed ham, and Billie the veal cordon bleu. I had ordered linguini alfredo. "Hey!" exclaimed Billie, "there's something in my meat!" "What?" "I dunno, look. When I push down on it, something white and creamy comes out." "Hey, just like Jarred's dick," observed Tyler. The boys roared with laughter and the other diners gave us disapproving looks. Jarred reached over and scooping up a bit of the white cheese with his index finger, he cautiously stuck it in his mouth. "Well," he said loudly, "whatever it is, it ain't cum." The boys roared again. The maitre de began to head over and the boys quietened down. "Really sir, you must keep the noise down, or I'll have to ask you to leave." "The fuck you will," replied Jay, much to the surprise of the maitre de. He looked at me in expectation. There was no way I was going to reprimand my master. Besides, I was only nine years old. "George wouldn't like it if we were thrown out," Jay observed. "George?" asked the maitre de down his nose. "Yeah, George Pankropious, the dude who owns this place. He's A.P.'s uncle." "Oh, well, I see." He looked at me for confirmation. "No point in looking at A.P.," Jay said. "He's a little, you know," he said spiralling his finger around his ear, "simple." The waiter left. "How'd you know the owner of this place?" asked Tyler in amazement. "Don't" "But you said ." "Just made it up. No way any dumb waiter is going to know." The boys laughed and Tyler looked at Jay appreciatively. "What is that stuff in Billie's meat, A.P.?" "Cheese. The meat is stuffed with cheese." "Kewel." "How's it taste Billie?" "Fuckin' good." The woman at the table behind him glanced over in shock and then gave me a stern glare. "Don't like this shit, though," he said just as loudly, indicating the Brussel sprouts. "What is this shit?" "Brussel sprouts," I replied quietly, hoping that speaking softly he would also. "I'm not eating them." "Now, now, Billie," said Jay mockingly. "No desert if you don't clean up your plate." "Gotta have a clean plate to get dessert?" "Yes." "Hey, A.P., get under the table." I obediently crawled under the table. "No fair feeding the dog." "Wasn't gonna feed it to him. Wouldn't even give this to a dog. Pull down your pants and underwear A.P." "Whatcha gonna do?" asked Tyler with a wide grin. Billie handed me a sprout. "Shove this up your asshole." I reached behind me and slipped the little cabbage up my hole. As Billie handed them to me one by one, I slipped them up my rectum and the boys took turns peeking under the table cloth to watch me. They were all snorting with the attempt to not make a noise. I finally pulled up my underwear and pants and resumed my seat. "These carrots are sweet!" observed Tyler. "Yuuuuck." "They are honey glazed like the ham," I explained. I might have been nine, but I had the memory of a forty-four-year-old. "The ham's freakin'. The carrots suck. Guess its back under the table A.P." The boys all laughed. Once again I pulled down my pants and underwear and now added the glazed carrots to the sprouts. I could sense the waiter pausing by our table several times and I'm sure he was wondering where I had disappeared to. Jay purposefully waited until I was back in my chair before sending me back down to similarly dispose of his turnip wedges. Uncertain just how much more my rectum was going to be able to take, I returned to my seat and looked at Jarred. "Nope, got nothing to shove up your ass," he said. "But you could go under the table and suck my dick." The boys all hooted as I crawled back under the table. Jarred spread his legs and shuffled closer to the table so the long tablecloth covered him. I pulled his pants and underwear half way down his thighs, and then began to suck his already hard cock. The waiter came by several times to replenish the glasses of soda pop and I froze, waiting silently with Jarred's hot cock in my mouth. Several times Jarred wiggled and pumped his hips, fucking my mouth while I knelt there unable to do anything about it. What if he peeked under the table! I wouldn't have to worry about explaining what I was doing. I'd have died of embarrassment. As Tyler got closer to his climax, he began to fidget, and finally he began to thrust his hips to and fro. Just as he came, the waiter stopped at the table to clear away some of the plates and I choked on his semen. I was sure he would hear and look under the table and my heart leaped to my throat, but fortunately he didn't. I returned to my chair and finished off my supper as the boys laughed and joked about the cock cordon bleu. "I gotta go to the bathroom," said Billie. "It's over there I think," Jarred said. "I don't wanna go all the way over there," he said as he looked at me with a grin. I looked back pleadingly. "Hey, don't worry Arm Pit, I just gotta piss." "Ha, that's freakin' wicked, Billie," laughed Jarred. I was back under the table, this time taking out Billie's little dick. I no sooner had my mouth over it than he began to piss, and I could not keep up. It trickled out of the corners of my mouth and down off my chin. Fortunately I managed to avoid dripping most of it on my clothing, although a bit did spatter on my trousers. A dark stain began to spread across the red carpet under the table and the area around us stunk of piss. I returned to my chair just as the desserts arrived. The boys had all ordered black forest cake and ate it voraciously. They had second helpings, and we ended the meal with another burping contest. The bill for the evening was a hundred and thirty dollars, plus tip. I fully expected the boys to return home with me and continue the abuse, but to my surprise they told me to drive them to each of their homes. Jay was the last to be dropped off. "You'll have to write this up tonight so I can pick it up tomorrow morning before you leave," he observed. "Yes, I'll have it written for you for the morning." "Cool. C'ya in the mornin' then Arm Pit," he said with a friendly grin as he got out of the car. I felt most uncomfortable as I entered the house, and it had nothing to do with the stuff shoved up my ass. Why were the boys so unconcerned about tomorrow? Had they at last come to their senses and were ready to apologize, making all my arrangements now needless? That would be typical of their cruelty and the humiliation that they enjoyed putting me through. Had they simply become bored and didn't really care? Perhaps they had just become bored with me and were already looking for someone else. Perhaps they had something planned that was going to prevent me from leaving. Considering everything was already signed and arranged, that seemed very unlikely, but I had learned not to underestimate the boys. 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