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All the usual disclaimers apply. The following story is 
entirely fictional and contains explicit descriptions of 
sexual activity between adult males and teenage boys. READ 
NO FURTHER if you are under the age of eighteen or offended 
by such material.

Castle Muir - Part 1

By Trevor Martindale

On the left-hand side of the computer screen, 'TodUK46' and 
'toop4fun' could be seen in the thumbnail index, as usual. 
Unfortunately, 'Tom-Tom' was not logged in and broadcasting 
to his fans: the skinny blond was probably studying for 
another exam.

On the right-hand side of the screen, Lobby 8 was filling 
up with messages from disappointed fans. Where was the 
naked Adonis; where was the promised show; where were all 
those stunning close-ups of that teenage cock? No one knew.

"he could b runnin late," posted LLONER.

"Nah..... he's cock-teasing us again," posted BearF10.

"THE LITTLE FUCK!" shouted DougOut.

"i bought a unicorn yesterday," posted Tiny. "it runs 
around in my backyard."

"EVERYONE IGNORE TINY," shouted DougOut. "HE'S ON THE JUICE 
AGAIN."

I sighed and went looking for another young thruster on the 
index. All the webcams were showing the usual tattooed 
slags and naked sad-sacks. There was not a single teenager 
strutting his stuff; I was so disappointed. However, before 
leaving the website, I decided to scan the index again, 
just in case I had missed out on something the first time.

Two old bears were fooling around with 'Gary24', a skinhead 
in his twenties from London. The show they were putting on 
was well worth a three-star rating, but it wasn't for me. 

My next stop was 'KelpCam1', which was broadcasting from a 
bedroom in... Scotland - I guessed the location from the 
off-cam audio and the room's decor.

A long streak of piss was standing beside the bed in the 
nude. His head was encased in a black leather hood that 
seemed overloaded with metal D-rings and securing straps. 
He was that white, he looked like a burnt out matchstick.

"Stand to attention, Robbie," barked an off-cam voice. "You 
signed up for this show, so don't you go disappointing your 
worldwide audience."

The image on the screen sharpened to reveal Robbie's young 
looking body, which had no pubic hair around his tiny, 
uncut cock.

"Now turn round and give 'em a gander at that eighteen-
year-old arse. Let the viewers see what I have to service 
each week."

Robbie shuffled round very slowly, and nearly lost his 
balance at one point.

"That's it, boy," the voice encouraged. "Show 'em what I 
get to fuck on a regular basis."

Robbie bent forward a little and wiggled his arse.

"Nice one, boy. You really..."

The webcam's audio feed failed at that point, so I was 
forced to reconnect.

Robbie was sitting on the edge of the bed when 'KelpCam1' 
reappeared on the computer screen. I had only missed a 
minute or so of the broadcast, but the interruption did 
prompt me to get another feed up and running in a second 
window.

"Lie back on the bed," said MacDom to Robbie MacSub, "and 
start playing with your cock."

The long streak of piss gingerly complied with MacDom's 
order, but still he bumped his head on the bed's wooden 
headboard.

"He's a real wimp," said McDom to the webcam's 43 viewers. 
"And very shy, hence the bondage hood."

Robbie stretched himself out on the bed and stroked his 
tiny cock. I wasn't too keen on the ugly looking hood, but 
I did like the rest of the image being sent round the world 
on the Internet.

"He really likes being tied up and milked by his master," 
said MacDom to the webcam's 59 viewers. "So that's what I'm 
gonna do this afternoon."

For the next five to ten minutes I watched a burly man, 
wearing nothing but a Black Watch kilt and sporran, tie 
Robbie to the bed. He secured MacSub to the bed with ropes 
and black leather wrist- and ankle-straps.

"That should keep you from bouncing off the bed," said 
MacDom to Robbie.

MacDom was big and burly, with short, brown hair and plain 
features. He had a tattoo on his lower right arm and spoke 
with a Glaswegian accent.

"Now let's show our friends how much spunk you can release 
from that wee cock of yours," said MacDom, as he turned to 
the webcam and smiled.

Robbie moaned with pleasure as the burly Scot began to work 
on the 'wee' cock and ball-sac. MacDom's expert fingers 
certainly knew how to get the best out of the lad. The 
webcam's 87 viewers listened with glee to Robbie's moaning 
and groaning as he arched his back and raised his head off 
the bed.

"You mustn't get too excited, boy," said MacDom. "We're 
gonna be at this for a good few hours."

The burly Scot then turned to the webcam and announced to 
the 103 viewers, "He's young and full of cum!"

There was something about this broadcast that interested me 
more than the site's average gay, webcam romp. Why, I don't 
know. But I was determined to stay with it.

A few minutes later, with a viewer count of 145, Robbie 
MacSub began whooping like a monkey as jets of spunk arced 
through the air and landed on his upper chest. Within 
seconds, Lobby 8 was awash with messages from his many 
admirers.

"awesome!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!," posted Zed4556.

"Mmmmmmmmmm... what a sight for sore eyes," posted Chuck54.

"I love men in kilts!" posted iCock.

"SWEET," shouted lookie. "WHAT A CLIMAX."

"anyone wanna phone me?" posted BiHard. "let's talk dirty 
about Robbie the sex slave."

The messages continued to flood in to Lobby 8 as MacDom 
began to prep his young slave for another climax.

I sat and watched the burly Scot get three loads of cum out 
of the boy's ball-sac and tiny cock, which remained rock-
hard throughout the milking session.

"Let's take a break," said MacDom to Robbie. "My wrist is 
starting to hurt."  

"DON'T STOP NOW," shouted SwiftyMorgan in Lobby 8.

"Bring him off again," posted Chuck54. "We want to see him 
cum again... and again... and again."

"Never satisfied!" barked MacDom. "If yer cannie wait, then 
fuck off."

Lobby 8 froze on Chuck54's message. The 207 viewers watched 
MacDom leave the bedroom in a theatrical huff, slamming the 
door behind him.

I sat and waited as the viewer count fell to 133. Robbie 
lay motionless on the bed as the minutes slowly ticked by. 
Then thankfully, a muffled bell-like sound broke the eerie 
silence some fifteen minutes later, with the bedroom door 
opening a minute or two after that.

"Come in, come in," said MacDom to his visitor. "This is 
the laddie I was telling you about."

I sat up and watched with bated breath for Robbie's 
reaction to this new development. Would the youngster 
welcome the situation he now found himself in? I loved 
these sorts of surprises, especially when the person being 
surprised is tied down and cannot do a thing about it.

Robbie's body tensed up when he sensed that there was a 
third person in the bedroom, and that MacDom wasn't just 
playing some sort of mind game with him.

The youngster raised his head off the mattress and said, 
"What the fuck..."

I squeezed hard on my throbbing cock when Robbie's words 
revealed that he wasn't too happy about MacDom's little 
surprise.

"Calm yourself, laddie," said the burly Scot. "Spider is 
here as my guest, so don't be so disrespectful."

"Spider is a nasty, old cripple," snapped Robbie. "He 
better not touch me."

"Spider isn't gonna touch you," said MacDom. "He's your 
sitter for the next two hours - I have to go out for a 
while and take care of some business."

"Let me go!" snapped Robbie. "I can look after myself." 

"No can do," said MacDom. "You stay where you are and stop 
being so discourteous to the disabled."

"Please, Alex," implored Robbie. "Don't leave me with the 
crip. He's a weirdo."

"He's your sitter, and that's that," rebuked MacDom.

Spider stepped in front of the webcam and looked every inch 
the weirdo. He was a small, thin hunchback, with very 
little hair on his head. He looked ancient and dishevelled 
in an oversized greatcoat. The man looked like a tramp.

"Now you two be good. I'll be back by four o'clock," said 
MacDom, as he gave a fleeting wave to the webcam and left 
the room.

I, along with 157 other viewers, watched the old man take 
off his coat.

"Don't leave me with the crip," Spider mused. "He's a 
weirdo."

"Don't you touch me, crip," said Robbie. "You just keep 
your distance."

"What if the police were called and found you lying there 
with your cock cut off," said Spider. "Odds on, Alex would 
be banged up for the mutilation."

"Don't talk like that," said Robbie, nervously. "You just 
sit down and wait for Alex to come home."

"Good idea, dickhead," said the hunchback.

Did Spider know that his every move was being broadcast to 
189 viewers? I was hoping he didn't, or that he wasn't too 
bothered. The fact that Robbie might tell him, or that the 
feed might fail, was more of a worry for me. This broadcast 
was real hot stuff: the youngster was tied down and unable 
to resist; the old man was clearly upset with Robbie and 
could take full advantage of him; the whole thing was being 
watched by 189 peeping Toms; and my hard-standing cock was 
aching for relief.

I watched Spider climb out of his tramp-like clothes and 
reveal his deformed body. The hump on his back made him 
look like one of the twisted alien-human hybrids from the 
1967 movie, Quatermass and the Pit.

Robbie felt the mattress move beneath him as the hunchback 
clambered onto the bed.

"What you doing?" asked Robbie.

"I'm sitting down, like you said," replied Spider.

"Don't sit on the bed. Sit somewhere else."

"I am, dickhead," said Spider. "I'm gonna sit on your 
face."

"No, no, no! Don't do that," pleaded Robbie. "I won't be 
able to breath. I'll suffocate in this fuckin' hood."

"Yep, you could be right," said the old man. "So you better 
stick your tongue out and rim my arsehole when I crouch 
down."

I watched Robbie use his tongue to keep the hunchback from 
sitting down on his face. Spider purred with delight as the 
youngster strained to lick his shrivelled arse-crack.

"You fuckin' wimp," Spider sneered. "You're really going to 
regret calling me a crip."

Lobby 8 went into overdrive as dozens of messages filled 
the chat-room window. I switched over to the Visitor chat-
room to avoid the distraction.

"Are you ticklish, boy?" asked Spider. "Let's see if you 
can laugh this off in the face of adversity."

Robbie was extremely ticklish, and couldn't stop bouncing 
around in his bonds as Spider's bony fingers worked their 
magic on his ribcage.

"Stop! Stop! For fuck sake, ple-e-e-ze stop," shrieked the 
hapless sex slave. "I'll be real good from now on. I'll do 
whatever you want me to do. I promise."

"That's good to hear," said Spider. "Now grit your teeth 
and ready yourself for another round of ticklish torment."
Robbie continued to bounce around in his bonds as the old 
man's fingers went to work on his armpits, and then the 
soles of his feet.

"Ple-e-e-ze, Spider," implored Robbie. "I'm... [agonizing 
laughter] ...really sorry I called you a crip. You know I 
didn't... [more agonizing laughter] ...mean it. I'm really, 
really sorry."

"Of course you are, boy," said Spider. "And to prove how 
sorry you are, you're gonna beg me to tickle you some 
more."

Spider continued to use this bizarre form of torture for 
another ten to fifteen minutes: until he had forced every 
kind of apology out of his hapless victim. Robbie was in a 
real bad state by the end. His skin was beet-red in places 
and glistened with sweat, and his bladder had given up 
every drop of urine it contained. Yes, the poor sod was in 
a real bad way when Spider took charge of his flaccid cock.

"Ple-e-e-ze, Spider," mumbled Robbie. "I need a rest."

"Of course you do, boy," said Spider. "So you just lie back 
and let me do all the work."

It took the old man less than a minute to get Robbie's cock 
fully erect and ready for a series of strenuous wanks. The 
273 viewers now watching the broadcast were treated to yet 
more bizarre torture.

Like a parasite sucking the juices out of its doomed host, 
the old man milked the youngster's ball-sac until every 
last drop of seed had been extracted; and still his fingers 
continued to work on the hard-standing cock, even though it 
was only able to fire blanks.

"Now it's decision time, boy," said Spider. "I can lube up 
your cock and try to extract a bit more juice, or I can 
tickle you some more ... before I lube up your cock and try 
to extract a bit more juice. What do you think I should 
do?"

"I need a break, Spider," croaked Robbie. "I can't..."

"So you want me to tickle you some more," interrupted the 
old man.

"No, no, no," pleaded Robbie. "I want you to keep wanking 
me off."

"Good decision," said Spider, as he clambered off the bed 
to get a tube of lubricant. "Apart from the lube, I've also 
brought along a wee stimulator. It's great for getting that 
last drop of milk out of a ball-sac."

Spider picked up his greatcoat and pulled something black 
and shiny from one of the pockets. He then tossed the coat 
to one side, and has fate would have it, the bloody thing 
landed on top of the webcam.

The image on my screen went black, pitch black.

"Now you just relax, boy," said Spider. "I've used this 
gizmo on dozens of weak and willing cocks. It certainly 
gets 'em to give up all they have."

"What the fuck is it?" asked Robbie.

I wanted to know the answer to that very same question, so 
I turned up the volume on my computer and waited with bated 
breath.

"Some call it 'No, no more'," replied Spider. "Others just 
grunt and groan, and then cry. I lost the box it came in, 
so I have no idea what it's called. I do know it was made 
in Germany, if that helps."

"Why not lube up my cock and use those magic fingers of 
yours," suggested Robbie. "You don't need any gizmo to do 
what you do best."

"Flattery will get you nowhere," said Spider.

"No bullshit, Spider. Your fingers are magic."

"Now let me think," said the old man, ignoring Robbie's 
sycophantic praise. "This bit is looped around the base of 
the cock; and this wire is plugged in here."

"Your life won't be worth living when I get free," snapped 
the teenager. "I'll beat you to a pulp, and then beat you 
some..."

"And then I turn this wee knob," interrupted the hunchback.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhh! Shit! Shit! Shit!" yelled the hapless 
teenager. "That's fucking... Mmmmmmmmmm."

"Your cock looks like a stick of seaside rock: all pink and 
shiny," said Spider, laughing. "I bet I can keep it looking 
like that for hours. Oh, by the way, you're never gonna get 
free. Alex has sold you to a group of roughens from Castle 
Muir. They specialize in torture weekends for the rich and 
kinky."

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