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(MMm, oral, anal, beast) *** 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 - - - - - >>> 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 - - - - - >>> 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 - - - - - (c) 2007 Pegboy All comments welcome (pegboy@hotmail.co.uk) *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* 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. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* Kristen's collection - Directory 51