J.O. Dickingson

At Their Mercy

Chapters 13-14

Chapter 13

This is the Journal my masters want me to keep. In it you will read about scat and water games and the humiliation of a forty-four-year-old man by three preteen boys and a fourteen-year-old. You will also read about sexual activities between us and other teens and adults. My masters and I would like to give special thanks to K******* (Sept 30), W***** and B** (Oct.1), J**o, J**h, K******* (Oct. 2), Sc*** (Oct. 3), St***, J**, and J**o (Oct. 4), W***** (Oct. 9), and G*****, M****** and St*** (Oct. 10) for the ideas in this chapter. I hope you will enjoy this account of my new life with my masters.

Wednesday, September 30

I reluctantly went into the building. Initially I was hoping that there would be nobody there, but I was not so lucky. I slowly went down the aisle to the first man and went over to sit beside him. That was evidently common practice in such places because as I sat down he readily removed his hand and showed me his hard cock sticking out of his fly. I made the offer and after a moment's hesitation, he agreed. I dropped to the filthy floor littered with condoms and wadded tissue and candy bar wrappers. Taking his equally filthy cock in my mouth, I began to suck on it. He had been watching the porno for some time evidently because he shot in a matter of minutes, spraying his load on my bald pate.

I moved on to the next man, eager to get this over with. Seeing my cum-spattered dome, he did not hesitate. I soon had a second load added to the first. The third man was drunk and just handed me his wallet. I could not be sure he would not come in my mouth in his state, so I jerked him off instead. He did not seem to care as long as someone else got him off. The fourth man was surprisingly a young man, just old enough to be in such a place. He eagerly paid the thirty dollars, and when he came, he purposefully came on my forehead so his cum trickled down my face.

I went on to the next man, so numbed by then and so disgusted with myself and my fellow males, that I did not care. I sucked cock after cock, allowing the slimy cum to trickle in my face, down my cheeks, and off my chin. When I emerged three hours later, I had six hundred dollars. Jarred and Josh thought it delightful and took a dozen pictures of me before we headed home. I felt filthy and degraded standing there before the two young boys.

Thursday, October 1

The school bell rang and the hordes of children exited the six-hundred-pupil school. Many of them headed up or down the street, heading home for lunch. Clusters headed off to the nearest convenience store. A few boys came to the alley and lit up cigarettes. A few girls also arrived and chatted with the boys and then left. Finally a large crowd began to head toward the alley. They were lead by Master Tyler.

"Hey, Arm Pit, ya bring my lunch man?"

"Yes."

"Cool," he said with a big grin. "The guys here got something for ya for bringing it to me." He glanced at the others and they glanced at him and then at each other nervously. A few glanced over at me. I stared back, shuffling nervously myself. "Me and the guys were talking, and some of us go on the chat lines on the web, and sometimes there's dudes there that talk about kinky stuff. Anyhow, sometimes there's guys there who talk about how much fun it is to be pissed on, or to piss on others, and some of us got talking about it and wondering what it would be like, except none of us want to be the dudes getting pissed on, ya know." I nodded. "So, I suggested I have you come down here so we can see what it is like," he said with a grin.

"Oh."

"You don't mind if we piss on ya, do ya?" he asked.

"No. Of course not, if that is what you want," I replied.

"Told yas," he said, grinning at the others. "Arm Pit don't mind walking around in piss-soaked clothes. He lets us do any fucking thing we want."

The boys all glanced at each other, many of them bewildered by the presence of an adult who not only ignored the foul language, but willingly admitted he didn't mind a group of boys pissing on him. Giving one of the younger boys his bag of lunch, Tyler walked over to me and pulled down his fly. He grinned at me as he took out his penis. I noticed it was semi-erect. I'd seen it both limp and hard, so I knew exactly what condition he was in. A moment of suspense followed, and then a hot, yellow stream shot out of his cock. The hot piss struck me in the waist and splattered over my shirt. Wherever it hit, the pale blue turned dark. The piss flowed down to my jeans and slowly began to soak into the pale blue denim. It soaked about the crotch first, and then began to run down the legs.

A boy around Tyler's age stepped forward and pulled out his cock. His hot yellow stream hit me right in the crotch, causing the piss to flow down my leg even faster. Once started, the other boys all crowded in. Little nine-year-olds just starting grade four all the way to big fourteen-year-olds who had failed and were now in grade eight crowded around me and pulled out their cocks. A dozen streams of hot boy piss struck me, and the boys aimed higher and higher, soaking my shirt and my pants from all sides. Piss soaked into the soft cloth until there was not an inch that had not turned colour.

"Okay, Arm Pit, take off your shirt and drop your pants and underwear," ordered Tyler. I did as I was told. The next wave of boys crowded around me, and once again I was subjected to a dozen streams of hot piss, this time their urine splashing against my skin and running down in hot yellow rivulets. As these boys finished, Tyler told me to drop to my knees and still another volley of a dozen boys stepped up. These all grinned widely as Tyler told me to open my mouth, and they proceeded to piss in my mouth and in my face

"Fuckin hot man."

"This is so freakin'!"

"The dude's fuckin' sick."

"The dude's fuckin' soaked." The boys all laughed.

"In his mouth even!"

"This place is smellin' like a toilet."

"Oh man, who'd think anyone would like this."

"Hey, piss on his dick someone."

"Ha, my piss is running off his dink like he's pissin'."

"We're saving that for the end," said Tyler.

I noticed that Jay and Billie had joined him, and that they all had bulging jeans. When the boys had all finished, Tyler had me lay on my back, and then throw my legs up in the air. He then told me to piss in my mouth, and to swallow it. That morning he had instructed me to drink a pot of coffee, but until that moment I had forgotten about it, and the need to take a leak. It was no longer subliminal, and I had to go. The boys all laughed, made obscene comments, or just stared as my stream began and I aimed it for my mouth. I swallowed the nitrogen-rich liquid, drinking it down with all the piss the boys had given me earlier.

I went back home, and worked out in the yard for the rest of the afternoon as Master Tyler had told me. It was hot out and the sun slowly dried my clothes so by the time the boys arrived after supper, they were pretty much dried although you could smell the urine. I went down with the boys to the local ball diamond where the teachers at Crestwood had formed a team and were playing against another school team. There were a lot of adults and kids of all ages there. While we watched the game, I watched the masters for the signals they had arranged with me earlier. Jay was the first, giving me the thumb down sign. I relaxed and allowed my piss to flow out of my bladder up to the count of ten, and then stopped. I glanced down and saw only the smallest little spot where the piss had soaked right through.

Billie was next, with the thumbs up sign, which meant to do the same with my rectum. It was not enough time for a turd to actually exit, but enough to make my underwear sticky. Tyler was next, giving me the middle finger, which was a sign to pick my nose and eat the snot. Glancing about, I did it quickly before anyone noticed. Jarred was last, giving me his little pinky sign, which meant I was to play with myself. I slowly put my hand between my legs and crossed my other arm over it as I tried to hide what I was doing for ten seconds. My four masters dug each other in the ribs with their elbows and snickered at the sight of a forty-four-year-old man messing with himself.

So we watched the game, my pants gradually becoming damp once again with piss, and the stain slowly beginning to extend down my leg. It was humiliating to feel my piss soaking into my underwear and then slowly soaking down my pants legs. I was constantly afraid someone would take a good look at me, and if they did, the dark stain around my crotch and down my legs could only be caused by one thing. The odour of shit slowly began to surround me as first one and then another turd was forced out of my body. Having nowhere to go, it just oozed along my butt cheek and gathered under my nuts or spread out over my butt.

Slowly people began to move away, which made it easier to pick my nose and to play with myself. By the end of the game, I had shot a sticky load in my underwear and emptied my bladder, rectum, and nostrils, all under the direction of the boys, and all with the fear of being caught. As I stood up and began to leave the stands, my wet and dirtied underwear and pants stuck to me and made walking difficult. I stared straight ahead, ignoring the looks of shock and disgust as I passed those around me. A number of little kids pointed and giggled and a few who were not with their parents held their nose and made obscene comments. By the time we got to the car I was blushing so furiously with shame my face was hot.

Friday, October 2

As we headed out with the agenda of learning about the different animals, one of the workers took two of the groups, and another, a young boy of about nineteen, took me and the teacher with all girls. As we began the tour of the barns, and then the machinery, we slowly became separated from the other group, and when the teacher protested, Jay explained I was raised on a farm and could take them on the tour alone. That satisfied her, and the other hand was quite agreeable to just talking to the girls, all of whom were staring starry-eyed at the young man.

"So, we really gonna have some fun?" asked one of the boys as we got out of earshot.

"You were there for the piss shower."

"Yeah," he said with a grin, and then glanced at me with a look of disgust but also with a leer.

"Then, what do you think?"

"Freakin' cool man. Can't wait."

We stopped at a pen of goats. "This is as good a place as any. Get one of the goats over here and show us his dick and nuts, A.P."

I climbed over the fence and herded one of the tamer goats over to the crowd of boys. While one acted as sentry, I reached between the goat's legs and began to manipulate the hairy sac that contained his penis. The goat objected, but slowly responded to my manipulations, and once the animal began to get aroused it just let nature take its course. Soon we had just over twelve inches [30 cm] of goat dick sticking out of the sac. Although long, it was only an inch [2½ cm] in diameter. The dark, almost black, knob and sticky strands of lubricant from the sac made it look grotesque.

"Lick him off."

My stomach churned as I bowed my head to do as my master wished. Having sex with animals was disgusting, and having sex with an animal in front of a bunch of preteen boys was shameful, but I had to obey my masters. I squatted down and began to lick the sticky slime off the lubricated red shaft, and off the black knob. The knob was rough, and the slime thick and sticky so that strands extended between my tongue and the dick. The more I licked the randier the goat got, and so were the boys. All twelve had boners, and all twelve were playing with themselves. Soon the goat was squirting out its white semen, which I caught in my mouth and swallowed. It was salty, not unlike boy's cum, but had more of a musky taste to it, not unlike raw milk. The boys were all squirming and dancing with their own dry orgasms.

"Fuckin cool man, fuckin' cool," one of the boys said.

"Hey, we're just beginning," said Tyler.

"This trip's gonna be fun after all."

"How about those horses over there?"

"Sure. How'd you like to crawl under one and get your butt fucked A.P.?" asked Tyler. I looked at him in shock and fear. Something that size could rip me apart. Besides, it was easy enough to hide what I had done with the goat, but getting fucked by a horse would put me in a most vulnerable position. "Joking dude, just joking," he said, and the boys all laughed.

We went over to the horse, and I similarly performed the same service, gradually working his huge, thick, red dick out of his hairy sac. Before he got hard the horse reacted to my stimulation by taking a long, hot piss while I was holding his organ, much to the amusement of the boys. Once the horse was hard, I used my hand to jerk him off. The boys stood in awe at the sight. The horse's testicles were more than four inches [10 cm] long, longer than some of the boy's penises, and his erect cock had to be at least two feet [60 cm]. It was not long before he was prancing and snorting. So were the twelve boys. They had me duck under him and open up my pants and push down my underwear so when he finally shot his stuff he sprayed the hot, thick semen all over my groin. The boys thought that was hilarious.

We examined the female organs of various animals, which most of the boys found fascinating although I noticed my two masters did not seem as interested as they had been with the male animals. To my relief, they did not ask me to do anything with the females. We reconvened as a group and had a midmorning snack, and then went on a tour of the grain operations. During this time the boys took every opportunity to grope me and keep me in a constant state of erection. The boys of my group did not need to be groped. They already were stiff.

On the bus ride back to the school, Jay sat beside me and had me fiddle with him until he had an orgasm. He then switched with Tyler, who did the same. The other boys on the bus all watched with interest and with envy while they self-consciously reached down and played with themselves, all the while keeping an eye on the other adults. I wondered what the boys were thinking of me, being an adult but doing nothing to stop them. I know how I felt about myself, and it was not a good feeling.

Saturday, October 3

Billie then explained he had been telling the younger boys about how he'd gotten rid of food he didn't want to eat up my butt at the restaurant, and that they had thought that was the funniest thing they had ever heard. I had not thought it funny then, and I certainly didn't find him relating that to me in front of the little boys funny this afternoon. He said the guys there wanted to see me take stuff up my ass. I looked around at the boys in embarrassment, and they all looked back at me with anticipation and naughty grins.

Billie got the tube of lubricant from the shelf in my bedroom and lubricated my ass well. The boys began with him sticking a carrot up my ass and then shitting it out into a bowl.

"That looked so weird!"

"Make him do it again!"

We repeated it.

"Shit, that's funny."

"No stupid, that's a shitty carrot."

The boys giggled. I stood there silently, nothing more than an object for their amusement. I thought back to when boys were afraid to walk past my home. Now they talked of 'making me do things' and spoke as if I was not even there. One of the boys brought an eraser and they tried that next. Another brought a magic marker. That was followed by a chalk one had stolen from school, The boys all watched with fascination as one after another was slipped up my butthole until it disappeared, and then watched as I shit each one out, each covered with a little smear of shit.

One of the more enterprising boys brought two dozen grapes. They slipped them up one at a time, and then had me shit them back out one at a time and eat them, much to the disgust and delight of my audience. Each time I caught one of the grapes and popped it in my mouth half the boys gagged and half laughed uproariously. The boys finally tired of the game and left.

To my surprise, Billie returned an hour later. Having me wipe my ass off with toilet paper, he ordered me to bend over. Squatting down behind me and snuggling up closer, he sniffed at my manhole, and then I felt his tongue run up along my crack and over my hole. A few minutes later, he got up and came around in front of me. "Wanted to see what it was like," he said, looking up at me matter of factly. "Now I know why you get so hot. It's fuckin' kewel." I stood there watching him in surprise as he turned and headed out the door. I shook my head. He was only nine-years-old.

After supper all four of my masters arrived. They went directly to their room and spent the evening there. I was called to the bedroom throughout the evening by them ringing a bell. It was to bring them snacks and drinks, or sometimes just to scratch an itchy spot. They spent most of the time on the net, and I noticed they were getting quite a large print collection of naked teens.

Around midnight I was called up to pop popcorn for them. When I entered the bedroom, I found them laying in bed, snuggled together and watching a porno video. They were all erect.

Jarred moved down and sat at the foot of the bed and had me kneel before him and suck on his cock while he watched the movie and munched on the popcorn. Tyler and Jay sat on either side of him so I could jerk off their little cocks at the same time. Billie came around behind me, and taking a handful of popcorn and stuffing it in his mouth, he knelt behind me and rubbed his stiff little dinky up and down along my butt crack. The boys thought it was especially funny to have me servicing all of them at the same time and they instructed me when to speed up or slow down so they could match their orgasms but that proved to be too difficult.

Jarred finally could hold back no more and I was instructed to hold his cum in my mouth. A second later his hot boy cock was throbbing out his cum, and typical teenager, he had a thick, copious load. He groaned and grabbed my head in ecstasy, and when he was done, he bent over and kissed me, his breath smelling of boy and popcorn. I was then instructed to bring off Billie by sucking on his dink with my mouth still full of Jarred's cum. The boys thought that was really hot, and soon little Billie was jerking his hips and dancing with his dry orgasm. When he finally withdrew his little dick, still stiff and now red and swollen, there was a film of Jarred's cum left clinging to it. He pranced around the room pretending he had cum.

Tyler was next, and it was not long before the boy was fucking my mouth and gasping with his orgasm too. Like Billie, when he withdrew his boy cock, some of Jarred's cum went with it. He did not make a show of it as had Billie, but I could tell he was fascinated by the sight and the feel. Jay was last, and soon he too was squirming and quivering with that delightful pleasure of orgasm. As he withdrew his cock, he glanced down at the white rope of cum clinging to the tip and a slight smile crossed his lips. I was finally allowed to swallow what was left in my mouth and I was dismissed for the night.

Sunday, October 4

"Shit, it's actually working!" he said. "My piss is actually going up his asshole!"

"Freakin'!" commented Tyler.

"Far out," agreed Billie.

Jay was followed by Tyler. As his hot piss streamed into my body, I could feel my intestines shifting and a bubbling sensation inside them. I could only imagine that it was my shit being broken up into chunks by the piss. Billie was next and by the time he was done, my stomach was feeling bloated. By the time Jarred was done, my stomach felt like it was going to burst and I had to empty my bowels badly. Squatting over a pail, I emptied myself, the boy's yellow piss now a yellow-brown stream with little chunks of shit.

"So, you like getting a piss enema from us, Arm Pit?" asked Jarred.

"Yes, Master Jarred. I am grateful for anything you give me," I answered as I knew I was expected to although having four young boys piss up my ass was far from anything to be grateful about. It was filthy and perverted. Each day I was becoming more and more just an object for them to use. I felt so powerless and weak, but I knew that was my fate. The boys had total control over me

"Yeah," said Master Jarred looking me in the eye, "right."

He knew how ashamed I was, and how much I hated all of this. So did the others. My masters may be children, but they are no fools.

Taking out a special chair, a wooden chair with a hole carved out of the seat, the boys had me lay with my head under it and Jay sat down. As I lay there staring up at his little boy anus, I saw it slowly open and close a few times and then a brown cylinder began to poke out. I watched as it slowly began to ease out just a fraction further. Watching a turd leaving a person's rectum is something I'm sure few people have ever experienced. It is, I have to admit, a most unusual experience. Jay ordered me to raise my head and fasten my lips to his hole. My heart seemed to stop and my stomach churned at the thought of what was going to happen. Memories of the taste of my shit on our anniversary day caused my mouth to turn dry.

As I fastened my mouth to his anus, I could feel his hot shit against my lips. He continued to force his turd out, and slowly it exited his body and entered my mouth. I felt the hot, foul tube of waste slide over my tongue. Working the acrid, acidic paste to the back of my mouth as soon as his first turd was cut off, I quickly swallowed the foul paste. Jay was already forcing his next turd out. This was the most disgusting thing the boys had done to date, making me their personal toilet. Never had I felt so filthy and used as I did at that moment, laying there on my back and eating Jay's body waste while the other three boys stood there watching. Jay had to go badly, and I downed six turds before he was done. My other three masters all chuckled at the sight and made gagging noises, which did not help the situation.

"So, did ya like that, Arm Pit?" he asked with a wicked grin.

I looked up at him, the eleven-year-old towering above me and looking down with a smug, demonic grin. I knew what I was expected to say. I also knew the boys expected me to be honest.

"No," I admitted. "That was disgusting, and the taste and smell are nauseating. But I thank you," I continued, "because you are my master, and I am honoured to be able to please you."

"Yeah," he grinned. "But don't worry, we're going to give ya so much practice being our toilet, you'll get to love it. In fact," he added as an afterthought, "Maybe that will be all you'll ever get to eat again. Then you'll even beg for it."

From the smile on his face I knew he was not joking. Each of the boys followed in turn, and for each boy I swallowed his shit obediently if not wholeheartedly. While their foul shit filled my stomach, I wondered if Jay would really just allow me to eat shit after this. After a while I became numb to the taste and smell. The inside of my mouth and my tongue were so coated with the sticky, foul paste it seemed my mouth was constantly full. When all four were done, they had me rinse my mouth and swallow the rinse water until it was clean, and then wipe off my lips. Just as I thought it was all over, Jay stepped up before me, turned, and pulled apart his ass cheeks.

"Okay, Arm Pit. We're gonna save money on toilet paper. Lick off my asshole until it is clean."

I bent forward and licked his shitty asshole. I slipped my tongue in his chute. My tongue took the place of tissue, and my tongue did a much more thorough job. While I performed this degrading act, I noticed Jay was becoming erect, making what I was doing even more perverted and obscene. The other three boys stepped up in turn and I licked the shit from their holes until their little puckered buttons were a fresh pink. I felt so debased it no longer mattered to me what they made me do, and I could tell from the look in their triumphant eyes, that they knew that was exactly what I was thinking.

Friday, October 9

I no sooner had it set up than Tyler arrived with some of his classmates, six girls. They all glanced round and giggled behind their hands and they glanced at me out of the corner of their eyes and giggled some more. I, of course, was wearing only my special underwear. Master Tyler had not told me he was bringing anyone over, and he certainly had not told me they were girls. I stood there flushing a bright red, and the more embarrassed I got the redder I got. The girls knew it and that just made me feel more ashamed. Master Tyler told them to take their seats and the lesson would begin. He had me stand in front of the girls and just then Jay and Billie arrived.

"Now, to begin with," Tyler began, "as you can see, a guy and a girl have a lot of things in common. They all have two arms, two legs, eyes, ears, nose, mouth and so on." Using me as a model, he pointed to each one with a pointer. "There are some little differences. Like Arm Pit has this tattoo on his neck. But there are some big differences, and that is why we are here today, to learn about that." He looked up at me. "The girls were talking about boys in school and wondering just how a boy's thing looks and how it works. They knew you had come to the school alley the other day, so we figured you would be a good model for them." He looked back at the girls and continued. "One difference is that a guy's chest never gets much bigger as he gets older, except in old men they get fat. Course a lot of men get hair on their chest but Arm Pit likes to have his shaved smooth. One interesting thing is if you rub a guys nipple, it gets hard."

So saying, he began to rub my right nipple, and it quickly responded. After some coaxing he got one of the girls to come up and do the same to my other nipple. As soon as she did, the others all came up for a feel, and a closer look at my nipple ring. Master Tyler then had me turn around and slip off my underwear. I bent over and spread apart my cheeks so the girls could all see my tattooed pucker, which they all thought was hilarious. I didn't know if I should be angry or ashamed. He then had me turn around. I did so most reluctantly.

"Now, a guy's penis has two jobs," he explained professionally. "One is that it is a hose for a guy's piss to leave his body. Unlike a girl, a guy can aim his piss where ever he wants." So saying, he took my penis and showed how flexible it was. He then took a bottle off the desk and told me to show the girls how a guy could pee in a bottle. It took me a little while to relax enough to perform in front of a group of giggling school girls, but I finally began to urinate. Tyler had me stop and start again several times.

"The other reason for a guy having a penis is to have sex," Tyler said. "A penis has three parts, the shaft," he explained, pointing to my shaft, "the knob or head, and a skin that slides over it called the foreskin. In some guys it has been cut off, like in Arm Pit, and in other guys it is still on."

"It is cut off?" asked one of the girls in shock.

"Yeah."

"What is a foreskin for?"

"It sort of covers the head and protects it."

"Oh."

"If you pull it up over the head, it slides back down when a guy is older." He demonstrated on my dick, and after some encouragement, had the girls come up and try too. I was totally embarrassed as each girl gingerly took my dink in her tender hand and pulled the skin up under Tyler's instructions. I felt even more ashamed as I stood there helplessly as the skin slid back down.

He went on to explain how a penis got hard, and he fondled mine for a while and had the girls feel it as it grew, and once I was stiff he had each of the girls feel how hard it was. That was even more embarrassing because despite their shyness, each girl took a very careful look, knowing that they would never get an opportunity like this again. He went on to explain how sensitive a man's balls are and how usually a man had hair but how I liked to have mine shaved off.

Finally, with all the girls gathered around, he had me show them how a man could produce sperm by jerking off. I blushed a bright red as I slowly slid my hand up and down my stiff cock. Tyler encouraged the girls to come up and stroke me, but none of them would. I noticed the three boys were all erect, and I noticed some of the girls had noticed also. I wanted to plea with my masters to allow me to stop before the inevitable happened, but I knew that they were aware what was going to happen. They glanced at each other knowingly, and with growing anticipation. I, on the other hand, awaited the event with growing apprehension. Finally I felt the sensation, and I warned Tyler what was about to happen. He told me to just keep pumping. My stuff suddenly squirted out and hit the floor. The girls were shocked to see my semen, and despite the encouragement by the boys, none of them would touch it. That concluded the lesson and the masters left with the girls. As I wiped up my semen off the floor, I wished I knew of a way I could end this daily humiliation.

Saturday, October 10

We headed home as soon as the game was over for the post game party. We set out snacks and drinks and got out the mattresses in the party room. Taking the school stuff out of the Theme Room, we replaced it with chairs and round tables and set up a portable bar. The boys came right over after the game, still in their muddy kits and smelling of sweat. They were really hyper and it was not long before they were stripping off their clothes and kissing and hugging each other. It was really something else to see a player standing there in his shoulder pads and with his leggings and shorts around his ankles and his lacy pink panties with red hearts jutting out with an evident erection.

Soon the boys had grouped up and began to get serious, all of them convinced that they were gay and hot for each other. Four boys, each one being more than six feet [1.80 m] tall and a hundred and ninety pounds [85 kg] of muscle, had formed a daisy chain on one of the mattresses and were madly sucking each other's stiff dick. Two seventeen-year-old players were bent over the back of the sofa in a hot kiss while they jerked each other and two nineteen-year-olds were fucking their upturned asses. On the other mattress two boys were engaged in a hot sixty-nine while two other boys were ploughing their backsides. One of the older players was laying on the recliner while two muscular hunks knelt on the floor and licked his genitals while they jerked each other off. The last boy was kneeling behind them and eagerly rimming their asses.

They were still going at it when Bradley Straton arrived around eight o'clock with five college boys. Anyone who has read some of my earlier stories about encounters with my masters will remember Bradley was the twenty-five-year-old stud that had just begun working at the accounting firm I used to work for. He was as straight as a man could be, and liked to brag about his sexual conquests with women.

Bradley had been giving a lecture to a sophomore class taking business and economics when somehow one of them learned that he would do whatever they wanted once they used the cue word. They had spent the afternoon having Bradley parade around the campus dressed all in leather. Taking him down to the theme room, they ordered him to perform a strip tease to some grind music while they opened up some beers and sat and watched. My masters told me to stay there and act as the bartender. After Bradley was naked, the college boys ordered him to do different things to them, like lick their shoes, lick their feet, and finally sniff their asses and crotches. All the while he was told he was not enjoying this, and being forced, and Bradley did not have to act that part. For a straight man, this had to be the worst humiliation of all.

As the college boys got drunker, they got braver, and soon Bradley was rimming their assholes and kneeling before them and licking their balls and cocks. As the boys got erect, they either had Bradley suck them off, or bend over one of the tables so they could fuck his ass. One of them pissed in a beer glass and told Bradley to drink it while the guy fucked him. Another made him drink his piss straight out of his cock. I felt very sorry for him. He looked over at me pleadingly, but there was nothing I could do to help him.

My masters finally took me to the scat room and gave me another piss enema. Then we went to their bedroom. Laying on his back and raising his butt in the air, Jay had me sniff his hole and run my tongue along his crack and in and out of his hole until he had a stiffie. I then got on my hands and knees and licked Tyler's feet, savouring the smell and taste of young boy feet. Once he too had a stiffie, I took his little boy cock in my mouth and began to suck him off. At the same time, Jay got behind me, and for the first time since I'd known him, he separated my cheeks and slipped his little cock in my ass. Over the past four months the boys had been growing, and now Jay's was four inches [10 cm] and Tyler's three-and-a-half [9 cm].

It was very humiliating to be kneeling there and getting fucked by two preteen boys. Jay's slender little pricklet slid in and out of my anus with no difficulty as the boy knelt behind me and worked his hips to and fro in that obscene motion. At the same time Tyler was kneeling in front of me and working his hips to and fro also, sliding his little boner in and out of my mouth. The two best buddies leaned over and kissed each other while they continued to work their little dicks in and out of my body. They kept it up for close to ten minutes. Finally the two young boys were grunting and gasping with their dry orgasms. Once again I had become an object for their sexual pleasure.

As they lay back on the bed with satisfied smiles of sexual bliss, their little stiff dicks still sticking straight up in the air, I proceeded to lick Jarred's hot feet and then young Billie's little butt. Then as I began to suck Billie off, Jarred got behind and stuck his teenage cock up my hole. His too was half an inch [5 mm] bigger, and his five-and-a-half inches [14 cm] felt huge compared to the other boys. He began humping me slowly, but he soon speeded up as the desire to cum took over. He grasped my hips tightly as he shot his load into my rectum. At the same time young Billie shuddered with his dry orgasm, his two-and-a-half inches [6 cm] throbbing between my lips. Despite the number of times I have brought these boys off, each time it happens I have a feeling of immense guilt and shame.

The boys rested, and then we had sex again, this time Billie fucking my ass while I sucked off Jay. As I slid my mouth right down to his groin, I noticed that he had the finest wisp of hair beginning to grow at the base of his cock. To my surprise, he had me quit shortly after I had begun, far too soon for him to have reached his orgasm. I wondered if he was feeling alright. Despite the degrading things he has me do, I do love him, and I do worry about him.

When the two boys were finished, Tyler fucked my ass while I sucked off Jarred. The two of them were enjoying themselves immensely and they both made rude comments about what a good fuck I was. I still cringe when I hear young boys talking like that. As they got more aroused, they stopped talking and concentrated on the pleasure rippling through their bodies. Once again Tyler shuddered with his dry orgasm, and Jarred managed to shoot a second load into my mouth.

Again we all laid back in a state of sexual bliss on the bed. One by one the boys began to fall asleep. As I looked around at them, they seemed so angelic with their innocent childlike faces, their tiny limp sex organs, and their smooth perfect bodies. They also had an aura of base sensuality with their smooth, naked bodies curled up and wrapped about each other. They had said I could sleep with them that night and finally I too drifted off to sleep as the college boys and the high school football team partied far into the wee hours of the morning.

Chapter 14 (Conclusion)

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(at)hotmail(dot)com are always welcome.

Sunday, October 11

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 [10 cm] 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

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 [10 cm] 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."