Once inside, Jon immediately pulled off his shirt and threw it on the couch before bending over and pulling down his tight green shorts to reveal those tighty whities I had grown so fond of before. It was understandable, as it was pretty hot inside. I wondered if there was any AC here. “What kind of games do you have, Peter?” he asked. “Well,” I said, “It’s a fun game called Truth or Dare.” “Some of the older kids at my school play that” said Dwight. “They never told me much about it, though.” “Well, it’s a pretty neat game, but I think we should make it interesting. You kids have any money?” They both shook their heads no. “Well, I have five hundred dollars for each of you if you can beat me.”As I said it, I pulled out two of the hundreds their mother had given me and put it on the coffee table in front of them. “WHOA! FIVE HUNDRED DOLLARS?” they both said in near unison. “How do you play?” Dwight quickly followed up. “Well hold on a minute, now I said I had five hundred bucks for each of you if you beat me, but you have to give me something if I beat you,” I said. “We don’t really have anything. Mom doesn’t buy us much, not even clothes.” Jon said, indicating the clothes on the couch. They certainly were tight, as were his undies, I noticed. I could clearly make out his little balls and his cute baby male reproductive organ through the thinning material. Putting my hand to my chin as though thinking I said, “Hmm, I’ll tell you what. If you two don’t win the game, you can be my slaves until you mother gets back. That means you do absolutely anything I tell you to.” They thought about it for a few seconds. Dwight was the first to nod his head, and Jon followed soon after.

“Ok, so hear are the rules of the game. The Master (that’s me) has to think up 20 questions and 20 dares for the servants. I’m the Master, and whenever you address me, you must call me either Master, or Sir. Failure to do so, will mean that I will add an extra question and an extra dare being added to those that you must answer or perform. If I ask you a question you don’t want to answer, you can trade it for five extra dares. I can ask the same question as many times as I want, so you probably ought to answer them, and truthfully. If you are found to be lying about any “truth” question at any time, you will automatically lose, and I won’t go easy on you after that. If you refuse to do a dare, then you also lose. If you try to do it and fail, you will have to do two more dares. Are you with me so far?” They both nodded yes, staring at the money. “So, at any time I like, I will ask you “Truth or Dare”, and you will get to choose which one you want to do. Any question, and any activity is fair game. Once you start playing you can’t back out. If you do, well…” They looked at each other and swallowed hard. “So, do you want to play? Remember, if you win, you get five hundred dollars each, but if you lose, you are my slaves. So, are you ready?” “I’m ready” said Dwight. “Me too” said Jon.

“Ok, so let’s get started. I have a little board here that I’ll keep score on.” I said, as I pulled out a white board from my luggage. I wrote on the board: Jon 20Q/20D…Dwight 20Q/20D. “Ok, I’m going to give both of you an easy one to start. I’m not going to ask on the first one, because it needs to be a dare, so I can cover everything. The first dare will be this: “You must let me film each and every question, answer, and dare, and you must let me film at any other time, although you don’t have to stay next to the camera all the time, only when answering or doing a dare.” So that’s Jon 20Q/19D…Dwight 20Q/19D. They both looked a bit nervous, not sure what to make of that development. I ignored them and started setting up the camera equipment in the living room. As I was doing that, I talked a bit with the boys. “Ok, so I’ll give you guys another freebee, if you like.” “Ok,” said Dwight. He was staring longingly at the money again. Ok, this one will be a truth question. Instead of saying the answer, you’ll need to write it down. Ok, I want you to write down the names, addresses and phone numbers of all of your friends, and any family that you have in town that might come by or call. You can use the phonebook if you need to.” They hesitated longer this time. “Um, ok, I guess…” Jon said. “Be sure they are all there or you will lose the game. I’d hate to see it end so early.”

I handed them each a paper and pencil and flipped on the cameras, the feeds from which were being transmitted wirelessly to the 100 terabyte video storage unit I had set up. While they worked, I went about setting up video cameras throughout the house. I started in their bedrooms, putting a number of them around each bed, a couple in each closet (you never know), and of course, the bathrooms. Although I’m not into that sort of thing, I installed cameras into the toilet too, knowing that I could sell the videos of that for some major mint, should I ever need cash. After about fifteen minutes, I heard the TV come on, and came in to find the boys had each finished their lists. I checked the family lists against each other and the emergency contact list their mother had given me, and they checked out. I also checked the friend list against the list of kids that should be invited to Dwight’s birthday party, and found that they all matched. It seemed that neither of the boy’s had many friends, being poor white trash. Turned out they only had one uncle who still talked to their mother, and only 6 friends between them. “Good job, guys.” I said. “The score is now Jon19Q/19D….Dwight 19Q/19D.” Which I wrote on the board. You guys want another easy freebie? “Yeah, if it means we are closer to winning,” said Dwight.

“Okay, this is going to be a dare. I want you call each of your friends and tell them that you are going on a trip for the next week, but that you will be back for Dwight’s birthday, which is going to be a sleepover out in the barn. Let them know not to come by between then and now. Also, call your uncle and tell them that your mother decided to take you guys with her on her trip, and that you won’t be back until summer is over.” Dwight looked at me a bit apprehensively. “I had better take control of this before he starts thinking too much” I thought to myself. “Well, do you want to win or not? If you don’t do it, you automatically lose, remember, and that means no money.” Dwight immediately grabbed his paper and walked over to the phone and started dialing. After about ten minutes of calls, he had called all of his friends and family, and it was Jon’s turn. He was less popular, it seems, as he was done in just a couple of minutes. “Good job guys,” I said (I had been listening to each call on the taps I had installed—you can never be too careful in this business). Dwight was watching TV while his brother finished.

I put my hand on Jon’s naked shoulder, and looked down at his almost naked body. “So Jon, do you want Truth, or a Dare?” “Ummm…Truth.” Ok, I said, thinking for a moment. I remembered that he had a bedwetting problem when I used to babysit him. I had some fun with it, as I would make him stand naked in front of me while I washed his clothes and sheets, then bath him, with just bare hands. “When was the last time you wet the bed?” I asked, staring hungrily at his little package. Shocked, he looked up at me. “Peter! Do I really have to answer that?” “Of course you do, did you think this game would be easy? Also, you are to call me “Master”. You didn’t, so you just added an extra truth and an extra dare, buddy.” He teared up a bit at that. “Last week…” he mumbled into his chest. “I can’t hear you, speak into the camera” I said. ”...Last week” he said, towards the camera. “Last week what?” I said. “Last week I peed in my bed.” he said, almost crying. “What a nasty little boy.” I said. With that, he broke out crying. Ignoring his tears, I said, “Your score is 19Q/20D—you better remember the rules or you won’t be getting any money.” I walked over to him, and wrapped my arms around him, rubbing my fingers up and down his back. I whispered soothingly in his ear for a moment, as I worked my fingers down to his waistband, and slipped them underneath to grab his bum. At that, he pulled away a bit, and I removed my hands from his underwear. “Ok, that was a good job, Jon.” I walked over to the scoreboard and added one dare to his score. He sulked on the couch as I turned to Dwight.

“Ok, now it’s going to get interesting.” I said. “So, Dwight, do you want Truth or Dare?”. He wavered for a moment, before answering “Ummmm…I’ll take a dare.” he said. “Ok, a go -getter. I like that. Ok Dwight, I dare you to take off all your clothes and not wear anything until your mother gets back, unless I tell you otherwise.” A look of shock pbumed across both of the boy’s faces. “But, but that’s…” Dwight started. ”...the dare,” I finished for him. Now get in front of the camera and take off your clothes. And do it slowly.” I said, lust creeping into my voice. At first it looked like he might not do it, but he glanced at the money on the table, and after a moment he seemed to have resigned himself to doing it. He stepped in front of the camera began to pull off his shirt, his slender young hands reaching down to the hem of his purple shirt, and slowly lifting it, first revealing his flat, silken stomach, which had just a bit of definition. Sweat dripped down his chest, going into his cute little spats. He lifted the shirt further to reveal his delicious flat chest, his pink nipples standing at attention. Finally, the shirt was over his head, and his unkempt, tussled dirty blond hair came through the neckhole. He looked at me, hesitant, fear in his beautiful bluegreen eyes, as he reached for the hem of his spats. Curiously, I noticed a bit of a stirring in his crotch as he did it. Getting his grip on them, he began pulling them down, the stretchy fabric pulling back to reveal his milky white pubic mound. Once again, he hesitated, and looked at me. “Down!” I commanded. At that he jerked it down, revealing his tiny little uncut male reproductive organ, standing fully erect, and his smooth ball sack. His inner thighs were as milky white as Jon’s, revealing a bit of a tanline at the hem of his spats.

“Such a nasty little boy I have here, not wearing any underwear, and getting a boner from being naked in front of a man,” I said. Embarrbumed, he covered his genitals with his hands. “Get those hands out of the way!” I said. “Now look at the camera and tell it what you are going to do.” He turned slowly to the camera. “And push your hips forward! I want to see more.” Shaking slightly, he moved his hands to his sides as he thrust his hips a little bit, and his excited male reproductive organ bounced a bit, as he looked down in shame. “Tell them!” I said. “I’m going to go naked until mom gets home,” he said quietly. “Good”, I said. “Now naked means NAKED, so I better not see you trying you cover up your male reproductive organ or your bum with your hands or anything else.” He just nodded weakly. “Good” I said. “Now, it’s time for dinner. Dwight, why don’t you go get something started?” Still looking down, he headed towards the kitchen. As he pbumed, I grabbed a handful of his bum. It was incredibly smooth and soft, milky white in color. He jumped a bit and looked at me, then kept on towards the kitchen. “We…uhhh…don’t have much” he said, peaking around the doorjam. “Come out here and say that”, I said. Slowly, he walked back out, holding a box of oatmeal. He looked away as I looked up and down his naked body. “Is that all you have?” I asked with disdain. “Yeah…sorry.” Dwight said.

“Nevermind that crap, I’ll order a pizza.” I said. “But first, Jon.” I turned to look at the now dry eyed eight year old on the couch. “Truth or Dare?”