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Aren't Webcams Wonderful - Part 1
by Pegboy (pegboy@hotmail.co.uk)
***
Trevor sends Vernon a few e-mails describing what he's
seen on a website with two webcam feeds. (MMm, oral,
anal, beast)
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Hi Vernon,
I've just finished watching a really interesting webcam
broadcast on the Internet. Two men (35-40) and a teenage
boy (16-18) were sitting watching television in what looked
like a US family room. The image on the television screen
could clearly be seen on the webcam. The teenager (let's
call him Scott) and one of the men (let's call him Earl)
were sitting, on a sofa, on the left hand side of the
webcam; and the second man (let's call him John) was
sitting, on a chair, on the right hand side of the webcam.
On screen, a man (45-50) was talking to a boy (5-7) through
the gap in a garden fence: the man was standing in the
access way that ran behind a row of well-planted gardens.
The boy was only wearing a pair of white swimming trunks
and flip-flops, and was openly playing with his cock as he
spoke to the man.
The man, who had spotted the boy playing with himself as he
walked by, was clearly determined to keep the youngster
preoccupied with small talk. The boy, oblivious to the fact
that his innocent fiddling was turning the man on,
continued to play with his cock through the fabric of his
swimming trunks.
After a few minutes, the man knelt down by the fence and
called the boy over. He then pulled out a handkerchief and
pretended to wipe a smudge off the boy's cheek. The boy was
then asked to take hold of the handkerchief, and as he
stopped fiddling and reached out, the man's hand dropped
down and quickly took charge of the tiny erection.
The boy looked unfazed as he continued to talk to the nice
man through the gap in the fence. His swimming trunks were
now down, around his ankles as the man drew him near and
showed him how good it was to have someone else play with
his tiny cock.
Meanwhile, Earl, John and Simon were completely naked and
down on the floor in front of the television set. Scott was
sandwiched between the two men as he watched the man on the
screen put his finger into the boy's mouth. The image on
the television screen was then obscured by a tangle of
naked bodies as Scott was positioned on all-four and
introduced to a rather large Alsatian dog (let's call him
King). King had obviously mounted Scott before, but still
the teenager looked a little anxious.
I don't think Scott knew the webcam was switched on and
broadcasting his every move over the World Wide Web. Earl
and John were determined not to disappoint their Internet
audience, so they 'encouraged' the young scallywag to stay
on his hands and knees and let the dog nuzzle his arse and
lick his hairless ball-sac.
King's canine cock was huge, so it took Earl and John a
long time to get Scott relaxed enough to take it on. The
two men held on for dear life as King mounted the teenager
and pushed home his advantage.
Unfortunately, the man and boy on the television screen had
parted company by the time the dog stood down and wandered
off. Scott was clearly unable to move as he was cleaned up
by his two dominant friends.
The webcam froze as the man on the television screen
stopped to talk to a blond boy (10-12) delivering
newspapers.
Regards,
Trevor
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>>> E-mail Subject: Aren't webcams wonderful (2)
Hi Vernon,
The password Adrian sent me last week is still valid. Also,
I discovered that Earl and John have another webcam set up
in their garage-cum-gamesroom. It took me a while to get
the website to display both images at the same time: I had
to set up a New Window to stream the second feed.
Anyhow, the webcam in the family room was showing Scott
watching 'muscleman' porn on the television. He was
completely naked and playing with his hard-standing cock,
the naughty boy. King was lying on the floor, hoping for
Scott to offer up his arse for a canine rogering.
Meanwhile, Earl and John were in the garage-cum-gamesroom
tormenting a naked man (20-25) in leather and rope
restraints. The poor fellow was hanging upside down from
the ceiling with his legs spread wide apart.
The captive (let's call him Paul) was having his pubic hair
shaved off by his two tormentors when I joined the Internet
audience. He looked so sexy hanging there in such a
vulnerable position.
Earl and John, who were fully dressed, put away the shaving
kit and spun Paul round and round: the metal bar holding
his legs apart was able to rotate on a sky-bolt in the
ceiling (see screen capture PS453220.jpg).
The poor fellow was then treated to some twenty minutes of
cock and ball torture. His freshly shaved ball-sac was tied
up with twine by John as Earl ran the end of a riding crop
over his exposed cock-head. The sight of Paul's cock being
punished with the riding crop a few minutes later was a
real feast for the eyes (see screen capture PS453268.jpg).
Meanwhile, in the family room, King sat up and tried to
catch Scott's eye (see screen capture PS453347.jpg). The
teenager was clearly not in the mood, so the dog wandered
off in a huff.
King reappeared in the garage-cum-gamesroom a few minutes
later. Paul's cock and ball-sac were still being teased and
tormented when the dog decided to amble over to where the
action was taking place to lick the man's face - for
several minutes Paul's face was awash with canine saliva.
Earl then stepped back to allowed King to raise himself up
on his hind paws and rest his fore paws on the bottom of
Paul's ribcage. The Alsatian then casually began to suckle
on the man's cock-head.
Paul had no choice but to let King lick his bruised and
battered cock into shape; and that's when the webcam froze.
The image of Scott wanking himself off in the family room
did, in part, compensate for the loss of the second webcam.
However, I would have dearly liked to see what Earl and
John, and King, did to Paul during that awesome training
session.
Regards,
Trevor
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>>> E-mail Subject: Aren't webcams wonderful (3)
Hi Vernon,
I'm glad you liked the screen shots I sent you on Saturday.
Adrian's friends were online again this morning. They had
six to eight naked men (20-40) in the house for a bondage
and K9 sex orgy. The two webcams, which I still believe are
hidden, were both broadcasting top-notch images of Scott
and Paul being used and abused by Earl and John's guests
(see screen capture PS704334.jpg and PS704359.jpg).
I get a real kick out of watching others perform,
especially if they have no idea that their every move is
being broadcast over the Internet. I bet these orgy boys
would have had a fit if they knew that their antics were
being watched by so many horny fans.
The orgy itself went on for quite a few hours, and ended
around two in the morning (seven in the morning here). They
even had a four-man daisy chain on the go at one point (see
screen capture PS704363.jpg).
Paul and Scott seemed to have been laid on as the pre-orgy
entertainment - they were far too knackered to join in with
the others when the group hug began in earnest. In fact,
poor old Paul was left on his own, and still tied up with
rope, when his tormentors decided to join King and the
others in the family room.
The orgy in the family room reminded me of a sex session I
had when I was thirteen years old. A man named Howard (50-
55) invited me to visit his cottage in the country to watch
a couple of blue movies. However, when we got there, the
place was running alive with naked film buffs.
The living room was in near darkness when Howard opened the
door and ushered me inside. I peered into the gloom and saw
a naked, middle-aged man standing beside a film projector,
which stood on a metal stand at one end of the room. A
second man was sitting on the floor in front of a portable
screen, and three more men were sitting on the settee and
chairs between the projector and screen. Everyone in the
room was stark-bollock-naked, including Howard and myself -
we had undressed in the bathroom some ten minutes earlier.
We took our seats on the settee, with Howard making sure I
sat between him and a man named Brian (50-55). Apparently,
the film we were about to watch was a real classic; and as
it began to roll, Brian placed his hand on my left thigh
and gave it a gentle squeeze.
On the screen, two naked men (45-50) could be seen helping
a third man (20-25) undress. All three men were sitting on
a large, stripped-down bed as the camera zoomed in on the
younger man, who didn't look too happy about being stripped
naked. Clearly taking instructions from someone off camera,
the two older men began to work on their young friend's
seven-inch cock. They spread his legs wide apart and began
to toy with his uncut cock and small ball-sac.
As they did so, Brian and Howard decided to do the same to
me. I just couldn't take my eyes off the screen as the two
men fondled my ball sac and squeezed my hard-standing cock.
A few minutes later I smelt the sweet aroma of poppers for
the first time.
'Take a whiff of this, son,' said Ian (45-50), the man
holding the bottle of poppers. 'It's good stuff.'
My head began to swim the instant the amyl nitrite was
placed under my nose. Ian, who was now standing behind the
settee, moved the bottle from one nostril to the other as
Brian, Howard and Joe (45-50) took hold of my arms and legs
and repositioned me on the settee.
With my arse on the very edge of the settee, my legs were
raised into the air, bent at the knees and held securely in
place by Brian and Howard.
'That's it. Keep him doubled up like that,' said Joe, as he
smeared some Vaseline on his cock-head.
I was on a real high by the time the first hard-standing
cock entered my rectum. Ian tweaked my nipples real hard as
the swollen head of Joe's manhood entered my inner sanctum.
My whole body juddered as more and more of his pencil-thin
cock disappeared into what Brian called my 'love hole'.
'Listen to all that noise he's making,' said Victor (55-
60). 'I love it when they moan like that; it makes you
wanna fuck 'em all the more.'
'Come on, Joe,' said Brian. 'Fuck his brains out.'
Some of the men laughed when Brian encouraged his friend to
broaden my horizons and make my eyes water, which Joe was
only too willing to do.
'No! No!' I shouted. 'Take it out. Take it out!'
Ignoring my pleas, Joe did nothing to halt his advance.
'Shut up!' he hissed. 'The pain will soon go.'
Much to my astonishment and relief, the intense pain did
slowly disappear. I could feel Joe's cock inside me as he
began to push forward again.
'Now let's go for a ride,' he shouted.
The sensation was totally amazing. If anyone had tried to
describe what it felt like, I would never have believed
them. The pain had been replaced by a pleasure that was
truly wonderful. Joe's cock pushed deeper and deeper into
my inner sanctum as I began to squeak and moan.
'Fucking brilliant!' I heard him say through gritted teeth.
'What an arse!'
By now I was relaxed enough to try and match his stroke
rate with a little rhythmic movement of my own. I thrust
out my bottom when he pushed forward and pulled back when
he did.
'Nice one, son,' he said. 'You're a fucking natural!'
The small bottle of poppers was placed under my nose again
as Joe pushed forward one last time and released his load.
We both began to moan in unison as he came down from his
climax and I went up on my next high. This happened three
more times, and when it was all over my rectum was awash
with four different kinds of seed.
A few minutes later I was dragged off the settee and pushed
to the floor in a very rough way.
'Turn him on his back and stretch him out,' barked Brian.
My arms and legs were held fast by the men who had fucked
me on the settee. Brian knelt down on the floor between the
men holding down my outstretched arms and told me to 'open
wide'.
'Come on, tiger,' urged Howard. 'Show the man how good you
are at sucking cock.'
Brian rammed his cock into my mouth the instant it was
open. I gagged on his swollen knob as it hit the back of my
throat and cut off my air supply. He then raised himself up
and quickly established a fucking-rhythm that went on for
ages. Brian was not as chubby as the rest of the group: he
was just as old and wrinkly, but carried far less weight
than his friends. He must have done several dozen press-ups
before releasing his seed into my mouth.
'Aaaaahhhhh!' he exclaimed triumphantly. 'That was fucking
awesome.'
Howard squeezed my ball sac real hard and told me to
swallow every last drop of semen, which I did in double
quick time. He then took hold of my semi-erect cock and
began to lick it back into shape.
Brian withdrew his cock from my mouth and patted me on both
cheeks.
I was becoming a little concerned about the way the men
were holding me down. I couldn't move my arms or legs, and
the grip they had on my wrists and ankles was starting to
hurt. There was no need for them to be so heavy-handed, so
why were they being so aggressive.
'I must go soon,' I said nervously. 'It's getting late.'
'Hush now, little man,' said Brian.
I quickly put two and two together and came up with five.
The men were going to hold me captive and fuck me senseless
for days, possibly weeks, on end.
My cock twitched as Howard eased back the foreskin as far
as it would go and ran the tip of his tongue over the most
sensitive part of my knob. I liked the idea of becoming a
sex slave, but the thought of being held prisoner for weeks
on end did scare me.
I had told my parents that I was going to the cinema with
Ian Ross, a friend from school. So no one, apart from those
in the room, knew where I was. My chest began to tighten as
Brian left the room for a few minutes to retrieve a small,
leather bag from the hallway. On his return, and before
rejoining the fold, he pulled back the curtains covering
the window and switched off the projector.
'It's time for Trevor's initiation into the Triple X club,'
he announced, opening the bag and pulling out a cut-throat
razor.
'Initiation,' I said in a high-pitched voice.
Howard released my cock and stood up to make way for Brian
and his leather bag.
'Yes, initiation,' said Joe cheerfully. 'That tuft of pubic
hair has simply got to go.'
'All new members of the club have to be shaved during their
initiation,' added Howard.
I swallowed hard as Brian knelt on the floor between my
legs and started applying shaving soap to the base of my
rapidly shrinking erection.
I shut my eyes and tried not to think about the sharpness
of the blade as the razor went to work on the hair around
my genitals. I could feel my foreskin being stretched, and
I could feel the blade against the skin of my ball-sac from
time to time, but nothing prompted me to open my eyes and
take a peek at what Brian was doing. Instead, I revisited
the idea of being held captive by the men and fucked
senseless for weeks on end. The possibility of being
kidnapped and sold to white slavers was still on my mind,
but somehow I had managed to turn this negative into a
positive - I was warming to the idea of being used and
abused by lots and lots of naked men.
Within minutes the razor was safely back in the leather bag
and the first part of my initiation was over. I opened my
eyes and, with a sigh of relief, thanked the heavens for
Brian's steady hand. The second part of my initiation came
in the shape of a small bottle of TCP, or something that
smelt very much like it. The men holding me down suddenly
released my arms and legs as Brian poured the contents of
the bottle over my newly exposed skin.
'Outrageous!' roared Ian, in mock protest. 'Who would have
thought a lad of his age would know so many swear words.'
Everyone in the room, apart from Howard, offered to toss me
off before I was driven back to town. In fact, Brian went
one stage further and took hold of my cock before anyone
else could get a look-in, which caused an almighty rumpus.
Therefore, it was agreed that I should 'dispense with the
middleman' as Stan (50-55) so aptly put it, and take on the
job myself.
I took hold of my cock and began to stroke it, slowly. My
audience gathered in around me as I pulled my foreskin back
and lodged it behind the flared rim of my swollen knob.
Brian watched a tear-drop of pre-cum emerge from my cock-
head and run down to meet the forefinger of my right hand,
which was wrapped firmly round the upper part of my
erection. He licked his lips and took hold of his own hard-
standing cock, which in turn prompted me to squeeze my cock
really hard and give out a long, low moan.
'Nice one, son,' said Ian. 'Let's see you work off all that
frustration.'
With just a finger and thumb, I eased my foreskin back and
forth a few times; then, after releasing my erection and
letting it stand for a while, I grabbed hold of my cock and
began pumping away like mad. A heady mixture of praise and
encouragement filled the air as my fist blurred, my legs
stiffened and my ball-sac gave up its seed. The men
continued to praise my efforts as they watched my sperm
sail through the air and land, in splatters, on my chest.
'What say we broaden his horizons again, Howie,' suggested
Stan.
'No! You'll have to wait until next Saturday,' snapped
Howard.
For my part, I was quite happy with the decision to call it
a day. I was very sore down below and knew that it was
going to take a long while for my arsehole to recover.
'He won't forget this day in a hurry,' said Joe. 'I bet his
arse feels like it's been fucked by a red hot poker.'
'Four red hot pokers,' I responded, with a cheeky grin.
I have to sign off now and get ready for work. I'll be in
touch again on Saturday.
Regards,
Trevor
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(c) 2007 Pegboy
All comments welcome (pegboy@hotmail.co.uk)
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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a
fellow convict in their local prison.
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