Message-ID: <16976eli$9811061818@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: "Dream Spinner" Subject: ST: At Their Mercy - 14 (Conclusion) m/t/b, scat, ws, domination 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: <19981025230437.7231.qmail@hotmail.com> AT THEIR MERCY - PART 14 (CONCLUSION) Welcome/Warning: Just as this series began with a fantasy this author had as an eleven-year-old boy about getting even with his crabby old neighbour, so will we conclude the series with another fantasy that young boy had about that neighbour, and that he wished would come true. In a way, writing this series and hearing from the dozens of men and boys who have read it, that fantasy has become a reality. It has also been particularly gratifying to know that fantasy that turned the author on at eleven, has had so many parallels and so many variations by so many men and boys around the world. To all the readers who have written in with their praise and suggestions for story lines, a very special thank you. I hope that your dreams someday become realities for you. And now, here is the conclusion of my boyhood wish. Any similarities to any scat, water sports, humiliation or man/boy sex anyone has suggested is purely coincidence and the result of having the same creative mind. Comments to the author, J.O. Dickingson, at authorsix@hotmail.com are always welcome. SUNDAY, OCTOBER 11 While I cleaned up the house for guests this morning, the boys headed for their homes, supposedly after having had a sleep over at each other's house. I wonder what their parents would think if they knew their young boys had a second home, and I wonder what their reaction would be if they knew what went on in that second place. As I removed the dirty sheets from their bed, I thought about the sex I'd had with the four young boys the previous night. For the thousandth time since I'd moved into my new home I tried to find a way to end all this, but I could not think of anything. The football jocks had left a mess in the Party Room, littering it with munchies and pop cans. Someone had forgotten his jock strap, and another had left behind his panties. The sheets, sofa, recliner and carpet with stained with spilt cum and spilt food and drink. The college boys had been no neater in the Theme Room in the basement. I forgot about my predicament as I threw myself into my work to return our home back to its immaculate condition. The young masters returned just before lunch with our guests. Jay introduced his cousins, David and Derek, and Billie his two visiting friends, Marcus and Jason. David was a darkly tanned thirteen-year-old boy, with thick curly, black hair, and dark brown eyes. His brother Derek was ten and looked much like his older brother except he liked to wear his hair long down to his shoulders. Marcus was a blond angel, with thin, fine blond hair and a cherubic smile on his bright pink, nine-year-old face. His brother Jason was eight and other than being a bit shorter was identical in appearance. As soon as they entered the house my masters began to strip as was their habit. Their guests slowly began to remove their clothes also, but with evident hesitancy and discomfort. They also kept a close eye on me, partly because they were curious, and partly because they were suspicious. "It's cool if you don't want to undress," Jay said to David. "No, it's wicked being able to run around totally naked." "Yeah," agreed his younger brother, and from the way he said it and the way he looked at his sibling it was evident he agreed with everything his older brother said and did. Soon there were eight naked young boys standing in the party room. As I put away the clothes, Billie ran into the bedroom and returned with his hair patch stuck on above his dick. The four new boys all laughed at that, and they laughed even harder when Billie told them the source of the hair. For proof, Billie had me pull down the front of my underwear and show the guests my hairless crotch. They were delighted to see my cleanly shaven crotch and balls, and were fascinated by the tattoos, especially my candy cane cock and rainbow asshole. It was a cold, rainy type of day, the first announcement that fall was on its way. I served the boys chicken noodle soup and grilled cheese sandwiches with their choice of pop for lunch. I was polite and bowed and kept out of the way as a good servant should but I could not help overhear the conversation. While they ate my masters explained to their guests all that had happened to me up to this day. I could tell the guests were awed by the looks on their faces, and they had every right to be. My masters are very special and deserve such respect and admiration. I also noticed our young guests were also getting turned on by some of the events being described. They tried to hide it by moving closer to the table and by putting their hands over their laps, but when you are naked and a boy, it is very difficult to keep your arousal a secret. "The best part," said Master Jay as he stood up and revealed his own four inches jutting straight up along his belly, "is that you can get a boner any time you want and don't have to hide it." Being the perfect host, he had put the other boys all at ease, and their embarrassment disappeared even faster than the grilled cheese sandwiches. As the boys all relaxed, I knew just how they felt. I too hold my young masters in awe, and I too am turned on by them despite the things they make me do. "So," said Jay, "you ready for some fun?" "Yeah," said David. Being the oldest of the guests, he had taken on the role of spokesman for them. The boys took our guests down to the scat room. Tying me up in a rectangular frame with my arms and legs spread apart, they stood around me and gave me my afternoon shower. Tyler was the first to begin emptying his bladder, and soon eight streams of hot boy pee were running over my body. Hot yellow streams crisscrossed each other as the boys aimed for my nipples, my belly button, and of course my crotch. Hot rivulets of golden pee ran down my ribs and down my thighs, and the room filled with the unique aroma of hot piss as the boys bathed me in their hot body waste. I lay there helplessly as the boys performed the first of many humiliations that afternoon. They then rotated the frame so that my feet were extended in the air and my head was pointing down at the floor. Jay ordered me to take a shit, and despite being in such a position, I did have a full rectum since the boys had not given me my morning piss enema. I concentrated as I strained to empty my rectum, very conscious of the four new boys standing there watching this adult perform that very private act. As the first turd eased out of my body and was squeezed off, it fell back along my crack. Jay scooped it up with his fingers and smeared it over my face and then wiped his fingers off on my bald head, much to everyone's amusement. The next turd Tyler smeared over my chest and stomach, and the third Billie smeared all over my thighs and toes. Jarred smeared the fourth over my cock and balls, the warmth and pastiness causing my cock to begin to swell despite the odour and the disgusting fact that it was my body waste. Tipping the frame so that it was now horizontal, the boys lowered it so it was almost touching the floor and then all eight squatted over me. Slowly their little buttons opened, and I lay there helplessly as eight boys emptied their bowels on me. Eight little boy rosettes opened, and soft, brown tubes of shit slowly emerged, hung, and dropped. Jay and David had squatted at my head, and their turds fell in my face and slid down my cheeks. Tyler and Marcus crapped on my chest, their thick steaming turds laying across my chest like brown slugs. Billie and Jason similarly left their brown tubes on my stomach, while Jarred and Derek took turns aiming for my crotch. As their hot shit dropped on my flaccid dick, it swelled even further in response to the warmth and the obscenity of their act. The boys then rotated so each could aim somewhere else. By the time the boys were done I was erect and my body was covered by mounds of steaming boy shit. They untied me and had me smear the shit all over my body so I was totally covered with their stinking waste. By this time I noticed all the boys were sporting erections. Taking several of the jugs of piss I'd been saving in the freezer, the boys had me warm them up to body temperature and then had me wash myself off with my own piss in the scat room tub until I had removed all the shit. The boys thought it was hilarious watching me bathing in my own pee. Jay then asked Derek and Jason if they wanted to play with my dick. They looked up at me hesitantly, still uncertain and surprised that they could do such things in the presence of an adult, and then they looked down at my cock. The opportunity was too inviting. As the two young boys took turns jiggling my now soft dick and rapidly tugging on the knob, my cock responded to their inexperienced manipulations. Once it began to swell, the young boys increased their speed, resulting in my dick growing even faster. My cock had to be the first erect adult cock they had ever seen, never mind held, and they sat back and stared it in excitement. Jay slipped on a metal cock ring so I would not soften and tightened a leather strap under my knob so I could not come, two things he had learned from the net, and two more of the items the boys had had me purchase in the sex shop. Then they began to experiment with my ass. First Marcus spread apart my ass cheeks and his brother coated my pucker with lubricant and squirted some of it up my rectum. Next, Jarred stuck his finger up and worked it in and out for a while, causing my dick to jerk with excitement. He then let David try. Jay brought out a string of rectal beads and stuffed them up my ass and then he slowly pulled them back out. Billie found that fascinating and tried it on me next. Tyler and Derek took turns fucking my ass with one of the dildos the boys had me buy when we had first moved in. Of course with all this stimulation I wanted to come desperately but the band about my dick stopped me. While Tyler fucked my ass with the dildo, Jay had me get on my hands and knees and lick his asshole. He had not wiped it of course, and the sharp, acrid taste of shit made my saliva flow. David noticed that and the boys all laughed that I loved the taste of boy's bums so much that it made me drool. Each of the boys took their turn having me lick their assholes clean while one of them fiddled with my own. By then Billie and Jason had to take a leak so they washed my mouth out with their hot piss, the two of them peeing in my mouth at the same time. The masters then had me show our guests what a good cocksucker I was. One by one the boys stood before me and I licked and sucked on their little boy dicks until they were trembling and shivering with dry orgasms. They were particularly interested in seeing David and Jarred come. The second before the two teenagers erupted, they took their dicks out and let their cum shoot out and run down their boy meat and over their balls so I could then lick it off. To my bewilderment, Jay did not step forward to get this service from me, and the other boys were too hot and exited to notice he had been left out. Could it be that he was beginning to develop a conscience? Or was it that he was just not feeling well? The boys then went up to play on the computer and watch television while I cleaned up. Josh arrived and the boys brought him down to further entertain the guests and humiliate me. I licked his nose and ate his snots, and then they had him puke in a bowl. As I raised the bowl to my lips to begin eating it, David and Jason began to gag. Having me sit on the floor, they had me begin drinking from the puke bowl, and when David and Jason could not stop themselves, they had them stand over me and puke on my head. The other two guests quickly joined in the fun even though they had to force themselves to upchuck their chicken soup and grilled cheese sandwiches. Throughout it all I could see Josh and Tyler exchanging glances, and when the boys went up stairs to play on the computer again, Tyler and Josh retired to the guest room. Later I was called in to bring the boys some snacks. The two were laying naked, in opposite directions, and it was evident they had just finished enjoying a hot sixty-nine. The boys finally had to take their guests home and I made myself supper and retired to my little room to rest up and write this journal entry. With so many young boys becoming acquainted with what my masters are doing, and with my description of what they were doing to me being available on the net, I wonder just how many others are out there right now duplicating what my masters have done to me. That is a very frightening thought, but maybe one good thing can come out of all this. Any adults reading this are now forewarned to be very careful when it comes to dealing with preteens and teens or what has happened to me could very well happen to them. TUESDAY, OCTOBER 13 I was surprised when Master Jay showed up tonight, but when he reminded me it has now been five months since I had become his, it made sense. We went to the scat room where he took a crap and then had me stuff it in a plunger that is used for icing cakes. Master Jay had me force the paste up my hole using the plunger, and then shit it out again. The recycled shit was a soft, mushy flow rather than solid turds. He then had me take out a pail of the shit I'd frozen and warm it up and then he told me to act like a little baby and to play with my shit, to roll it into balls and to taste it and to smear it on my thighs and dink. As he sat there watching me, I could tell he was becoming aroused at the same rate I was finding this nauseating. I finally washed up with lots of soap and hot water and Jay told me to dress up in my casual clothes, the clothes I had been wearing the first time he had drugged me. We went into the kitchen and Jay squeezed out the last of his shit from the plunger into the blender. He then pissed in it, filling it about a quarter full. Digging his fingers up his nostrils, he added his snot, and then he forced himself to regurgitate, adding a quarter glass of greenish white vomit to the foul mix. Finally he added a dozen thick gobs of his spit. Leaving it, he took out some ice cream and cake, divided it into two equal portions, one for him and one for me, and we sat at the kitchen table and ate and talked. We talked about what had happened since he had first hypnotized me down in the ravine, about how I was feeling about all this and why he was doing it, and about a lot of other things, some sexual, some just talk like eleven-year-old boys want to talk. "I didn't let you finish sucking me earlier," he finally commented. "I noticed. You not feeling well?" "Feeling fuckin' great." I looked at him, waiting. You never rushed Jay. "I can cum now." "You can?" I asked in surprise. He was only eleven years old, but then he was more of an adult in some ways, so why not this one? Besides, I knew boys and girls were reaching puberty at a younger and younger age. Still, his sexual awareness at such a young age was something I was having difficulty accepting. We went into his bedroom and stripped together. As Jay stepped out of his underwear, I noticed that he was stiff. Having me lay on my back with my ass raised, Jay got behind and applied a generous amount of KY jelly to my hole. He then got in the position, and easily slipped his little dick up my ass as if he had been doing this all his life. He had a dreamy look as he began to fuck me. He took his time, working his little dink in and out slowly and its full four-inch length. He finally began to speed up and his breathing became louder. When he finally came, he looked straight into my eyes with a smoldering, dominating leer. He knelt there for a good two minutes, just kneeling there and enjoying the pleasure of his climax, and the pleasure of his dominance over me. When he finally withdrew his dick, he had me accompany him back to the kitchen. He milked his now limp cock and squeezed the remaining drops of his cum into the blender. He turned it on for a few minutes and then pouring the foul mixture into a cut crystal goblet, he handed it to me. He poured himself a glass of milk into the other goblet. "The house special," he said with a wicked grin, "just for you." He raised his glass and had me raise mine. "A toast, Arm Pit, to us. A toast to the first time we ever met, and all the great stuff we've done, and even greater stuff we are going to be doing. To us." He raised the goblet and took a long drink. He looked at me with anticipation, a white moustache left on his upper lip. I raised the foul mix to my lips and steeling myself, downed half of the revolting mixture. Jay stared at me, his face expressionless but his dark brown eyes penetrating my mind and looking deep into my soul as he drained his glass. His eyes did not flicker as I drained my goblet also. The aura of mystery and power in those eleven-year-old eyes was frightening. More and greater things yet? I had no idea how things could be any more or greater, or any worse and more humiliating. This young boy, eleven years old, was now the pivotal point of my life. What I said and did depended on his whim, and his pleasure. At one time I had cursed him for stealing apples from my tree and for his foul language. Now I was his slave, grateful to eat the shit from his ass, fearful that I might disappoint him. I was there to see to his every pleasure, even sexual. Taking my hand, he had me reach down and fondle his limp dink. He reached behind and taking a swipe along my butt crack with his fingers, he brought them to my nose to sniff. He smiled, and lead me back into the bedroom. Laying on his back, he had me lick his feet, and then rolling on his stomach, he had me work my way up to his butt crack and his little pucker. Rolling over on his back again, he looked up at me with those beautiful but possessing eyes. His naked body was soft and smooth as a child's, his penis as hard and aching as any adult's. I lowered my head and licked the hairless balls and the stiff cock of this man-child. I enveloped his hot dick with my mouth and sucked. As I bobbed my head up and down the shaft of his little boy cock, I could feel his eyes burning into me, the eyes of an eleven-year-old boy demon. I dared not look up at him in fear of what I might see in his eyes. I worked on his slender, silk-smooth boy cock for a long time. Finally as his breathing became more laboured, I dared to glance up at him. Leering back at me, he licked his rosy lips and his cock throbbed violently between my lips, pumping his boy cream into my mouth. I eagerly swallowed the slimy, bitter-sweet nectar, grateful for this new gift. "I own ya," I heard him whisper as he sighed with pleasure, "Dude, I own ya good." ******************** This concludes the series At Their Mercy. Once again my thanks to those readers who have written in with suggestions, and my very special thanks to those fans who have sent their encouragement and raves repeatedly over the past five months. I only hope you will greet my further stories with as much enthusiasm, and that you will accept the special invite Masters' Jay, Tyler, Billie and Jarred sent each of you. There is a guest room waiting for you at Arm Pits, and four young boys who would love to have you join them for an evening of fun. Regards, J.O. Dickingson PS Thanks for all the special messages to us, dudes. Now go make yourselves an Arm Pit house special and raise a drink to us. Cya. Jay, Tyler, Billie and Jarred. -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----