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Aren't Webcams Wonderful - 2
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)

***

Hi Vernon,

Thanks for sending me those tit and cock-torture pix; they 
were really awesome. I especially liked the three map pin 
pix :-)

In answer to your question; yes, as a fully paid up member 
of the Triple X club, I was asked to attend another session 
the following Saturday.

Howard picked me up in his car and drove me across town to 
a bicycle repair shop.

The shop had once been owned by Otto Glaser. Unfortunately, 
Otto had died in 1959, leaving Victor, his son, to run the 
business into the ground. Victor was far more interested in 
sex than bikes. However, he did use the business as a cover 
to employ Saturday boys: young lads that were paid to help 
out in the shop, but in reality, spent their working day 
upstairs, posing in front of a camera.

Victor and his friends had converted the upstairs stockroom 
into a film studio. They would invite a boy to stand under 
the lights, take off his clothes and have sex in front of a 
camera. Most of the Saturday boys were recruited by Ian and 
Joe, who worked as carers at the local children's home. 
Other boys were picked up in the amusement arcades by Brian 
and Stan.

Victor was willing to pay me ten shillings a day to work as 
a Saturday boy. I would have done the job for nothing, but 
as Howard explained, my parents needed to be convinced that 
I was there to earn money, not to have sex.

The two of us entered the shop and were immediately waved 
through to the back by Stan, who was standing behind the 
counter fiddling with a dynamo. We climbed a narrow flight 
of stairs and entered the stockroom on the first floor. The 
room was extremely large and separated into three areas: 
the one to the left had a black leather settee at its 
centre; the one to the right had a large double bed; and 
the area in the centre was filled with an untidy array of 
lighting stands and camera tripods, and standing amongst 
this photographic equipment were two naked men and a boy.

Ian acknowledged me with a wink and a smile as he stood 
listening to Victor's plan for the next scene. Apparently, 
prior to our arrival, Ian had seduced the eleven-year-old 
boy on the settee, stripped him naked and licked his cock 
into shape. The next scene would see the two of them move 
across to the bed and go at it like rabbits.

The boy - a small, innocent-looking redhead with freckles - 
stood beside Victor holding a near empty bottle of Pepsi-
Cola in one hand and a large jar of Vaseline in the other. 
Initially, I was taken aback by this rather surreal scene, 
which was happening in a town on the south-east coast of 
England. However, I soon accepted the odd reality of the 
situation when Howard told me to, 'get with it, and get 
naked'.

The stockroom was now occupied by three naked men, one 
naked teenager and one naked eleven-year-old boy.

'Okay, let's get this show on the road,' said Victor 
cheerfully. 'And don't forget, Darren. I want to see that 
cock of yours really hard by the time I zoom in for the 
first close-up.'

The boy smiled as Ian came up behind him, kissed the side 
of his neck and squeezed his tiny arse-cheeks. Howard put a 
reassuring hand on Victor's shoulder as he signaled to me 
that we should get out of the way and stand over by the 
curtained windows, which offered a better view of the 
developing sex romp.

Ian and Darren were quick to get into their stride. The 
young redhead was being held in a gentle embrace and urged 
to stroke his pencil-thin cock, which was some four inches 
long and uncut. Ian stood behind the boy and firmly pressed 
his cock and ball-sac into the small of the youngster's 
back.

'Ace,' said Victor, with a tremor in his voice. 'That looks 
so sexy.'

'Kiss and cuddle him some more,' suggested Howard. 'And 
play with his nips, Ian.'

Ian did as his friend suggested, which prompted the boy to 
nestled back in his lover's arms and give out a low moan of 
satisfaction. Everyone else in the room had a hand wrapped 
tightly around his own erection - the sight of a man having 
sex with a prepubescent boy was far too stimulating to 
ignore. The young sea scout's body was small and slim, with 
prominent shoulder blades and a ridged backbone. His silky 
smooth skin was stretched drum tight over his slender rib 
cage, and punctuated by tiny, hard-standing nipples. In 
contrast, Ian's body was large and muscular, and ready to 
fuck a whole boatload of sea scouts.

'Okay, Darren,' said Victor. 'Bend forward and let Ian's 
tongue go to work on that lovely bum-hole of yours.'

The boy spread his legs, leaned forward and placed his 
hands flat-out on the sheet covered bed. He then turned and 
smiled directly into the camera's lens as Ian knelt down, 
eased his arse-cheeks apart and began licking his 'lovely 
bum-hole'.

'That's it, that's it,' Victor enthused.

Howard and I stood by the curtained windows and watched 
Darren's body tense, relax, and then tense again in 
response to Ian's probing tongue. I became very envious of 
the redhead when I heard him cooing and sighing with such 
intensity. However, my envy suddenly vanished when Howard 
told me to spread my legs, leaned forward and take hold of 
my knees.

For some ten minutes Darren and I were treated to an 
exhilarating and mind-blowing bout of rimming. My whole 
body quaked with excitement as Howard used the tip of his 
tongue to keep me pleading for 'more, more, more' - just 
like Darren was doing on the end of Ian's greedy tongue.

'That's it, Howie,' said Victor. 'Get Trevor ready for the 
four o'cock rock. We can fuck him on the bed later, after 
Ian's finished poking Darren.'

I looked up and saw Ian and Darren separate, clamber onto 
the bed and re-engage in a sixty-nine position. The cine-
camera zoomed in to capture a tight close-up of the boy 
struggling to cope with Ian's eight-inch cock - his mouth 
was simply too small to accommodate the whole thing in one 
go. Unfortunately, I missed out on what happened next. My 
head dropped and I gave out a howl of satisfaction - 
Howard's tongue had struck gold and I was right there to 
cash in on the strike.

I grasped my knees until they hurt; I shook my head until I 
was dizzy; and I kept saying 'don't stop' until I was blue 
in the face. I was on cloud nine and my four-inch cock, 
which was aching for relief and bouncing around in mid-air 
below my belly, was on cloud ten.

'What a horny little fucker,' said Victor. 'He certainly 
likes all that attention you're giving him, Howie.'

I shuddered with excitement as my imagination conjured up a 
vivid image of the 'big event': I was going to be fucked by 
lots of big, burly men. They were all waiting outside the 
stockroom door, on the staircase, and they were all naked 
and extremely .... A hard slap on my right thigh brought me 
suddenly back to reality.

'Come on, son,' said Howard. 'It's your turn to rim me.'

Meanwhile, on the bed, Ian and Darren were locked in a 
passionate embrace. The camera had been moved to a new 
location, to get a better view of the action, and Victor 
was waiting for Ian to end the scene by turning the boy on 
his front and spreading his legs apart.

'That's great, Ian,' said Victor. 'Now in the next scene I 
want to see you climb aboard and take the young scallywag 
for a ride .... And don't worry about being too hard on 
him, he can handle it.'

Darren sniggered and braced himself for the scene ahead. He 
had been fucked a good many times before, but never by a 
cock that was as big as Ian's. Victor usually teamed him up 
with boys from the children's home, although he had been 
fucked by a rather large dildo once.

The film in which he and the dildo had shared a scene 
together was based on one of Victor's abduction and rape 
fantasies. Three teenagers and a man, a Fagin-type 
character, jumped him in the park and carried him off to 
their liar. The gang stripped him naked and took turns in 
sucking his cock. The teenagers then tied him to a Long 
John coffee table and, before fucking him with the rubber 
dildo, helped the man redden his arse-cheeks with a leather 
tawse.

Darren winced when Ian's cock-head entered his arsehole. 
The memory of the dildo and tawse made him shudder as the 
Vaseline coated cock pushed its way into his rectum.

'Spread those legs apart, boy,' boomed Victor. 'And don't 
look so glum. It's good to have a cock up your bum.'

Because of all the attention he had received from Ian, the 
youngster was too exhausted to watch his replacement being 
stretched out on the bed and fucked in turn by Howard & Co. 
All the men managed to put me in the same exhausted state 
as the redhead. In fact, Darren and I spent a good hour 
recovering on the settee while the men drank beer and 
discussed their sexual prowess.

I'll sign off now. Hope to hear from you soon.

Regards,

Trevor

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>>> E-mail Subject: Aren't webcams wonderful (5)


Hi Vernon,

I'm glad you liked 'The New Toy' video clip. The DVD must 
be out there somewhere; so do keep an eye out for that 
hapless and hairless boy in the see-through plastic body 
bag.

Earl and John have not been online for quite some time now. 
The password is still valid, but there's no webcam feeds on 
the website. I'll keep you posted.

In response to your 'What happened next?' question:

Some two months later, Victor and Howard stood behind the 
cine-camera and waited for me to walk down the hallway and 
open the front door.

The opening edge of the door hit me full-square on the 
forehead as Brian and his friends burst into the cottage, 
pretending to be rapists. I was sent flying and hit the 
wall with an almighty thump.

The front door slammed shut as I was pinned against the 
wall by the three men. My air supply was cut off several 
times by hands pressing against my throat; my feet were 
trampled on by a variety of shoes and boots; and my cock 
and ball-sac were squeezed by some pretty powerful hands. I 
tried to break free when Joe began to rip off my clothes.

The men stripped me naked and frog-marched me along the 
hallway, up the stairs and into the spare bedroom.

'Stand with your feet apart and your hands behind your 
head, fingers interlocked,' ordered Joe.

I did as I was told as the camera zoomed in on my face, 
which had just been slapped hard by Brian.

The three men circled me, like sharks.

Suddenly, and without warning, Brian punched me in the 
stomach. I doubled up and stumbled back into Joe's arms. 
The man grabbed me, and then held me in a full-nelson while 
Brian punched me in the stomach again.

'I'll bite your fuckin' cock off if you don't co-operate,' 
snarled Brian. 'Is that clear?'

Winded, I tried to reply by nodding my head, but Joe's grip 
made it impossible.

'I can't hear you,' said Brian, punching me again.

'Yes-s-s,' I spluttered, as Joe released me.

'Button it, arsehole,' interrupted Ian. 'Now get on the bed 
and start playing with yourself.'

I spread myself out on the stripped-down bed and took hold 
of my flaccid cock. The three men watched me intensely as 
they undressed.

'Now I need to punish you with this,' said Joe, holding up 
a wooden, twelve-inch ruler. 'My old teacher always used a 
wooden ruler to punish me when I was naughty. What did your 
teacher use?'

'The same,' I replied, lying through my teeth.

I thought the man was going to use the ruler on my hand. 
However, I was taken completely by surprise when he pulled 
my hand away and whacked my hard-standing cock instead.

'Fuckin' hell!' I shrieked, sitting up abruptly. 'That 
fuckin' hurt.'

The second blow brought tears to my eyes as Brian ensured 
that I didn't try to cover my genitals with my hands. He 
then had to use some considerable force to prevent me from 
fending off the third blow.

I was still f-ing and blinding when they rolled me over, 
onto my front, and began punishing my arse-cheeks and the 
soles of my feet. I buried my face in the mattress and 
yelled at the top of my voice as the ruler went to work on 
my backside and feet.

'Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!' I continued to yell when the ruler was 
replaced with an onslaught of biting and slapping. My arse 
and feet were bright red from the assault, but still the 
three ruffians kept hurting me.

It was only when I stopped swearing, and made a promise to 
be good, did they pull the plug on the pain. However, the 
sex that followed was just as manic and uncomfortable as 
the stuff that had gone on before.

For most of the time I was held in an agonizing jack-knife 
position, with my head stuck between my feet and my arse up 
in the air. The three men, who all had some pretty heavy 
stubble, took great delight in grazing on my arse-crack, 
anus and ball-sac. My inflamed cock and arse-cheeks were 
also treated to the stubble's rough caress.

'He tastes real good,' said Joe to Ian. 'Maybe we should 
take him home with us tonight. Keep him locked up in the 
basement for a couple of weeks. What'cha say?'

'Good idea,' replied Ian. 'He could be our live-in sex 
slave.'

'Let's see if he can bend over a little more and suck on 
his own cock,' suggested Brian.

'I don't think I can, sir,' I said.

'Nonsense,' said Joe, as he pushed down on my arse and 
thighs. 'Let me give you a helping hand.'

'Argggh!' I shrieked. 'It hurts, it hurts.'

'What a baby,' chide Ian. 'Let me help.'

The men pushed and pulled me into a variety of painful and 
contorted positions before finally admitting defeat. They 
then took hold of my ankles and dragged me off the bed. I 
hit the floor with a bump, and was kicked in the side as 
Brian ordered me to lie flat out on my back, with my mouth 
open.

Joe's hard-standing cock filled my mouth as the weight of 
his body pressed down on my face. I was gagging on his cock 
and fighting for air at the same time, and as I struggled, 
Ian began hitting my cock with the twelve-inch ruler again.

For ten to fifteen minutes I was forced to endure Joe's 
brutal face-fucking and Ian's spiteful assault on my cock, 
ball-sac and feet. I was a total wreck by the time they 
threw me back on the bed and spread my arse-cheeks apart.

Joe was the first to fuck me. His cock replaced Ian's 
Vaseline-covered fingers and stretched my rectum to the 
maximum. The man then pounded my body into the mattress 
while I lay, in a daze, on a sweat-soaked sheet.

'Fuck him harder, Joe,' said Howard. 'He can take it.'

Sweat continued to pour off me as Joe held me down and 
fucked me like there was no tomorrow. He then stopped for a 
moment, feigning a possible respite, before plunging in 
again and humping me even more ferociously.

I was huffing and puffing like an old steam engine by the 
time he finally gave up his seed. The bedroom echoed to the 
sound of animal-like grunts and groans as Joe came down 
from cloud nine and collapsed on top of me.

'Fuckin' sweet!' exclaimed Brian. 'What a show! What a 
fuckin' horny show.'

Joe rolled off me a few minutes later and called on Ian to 
take over. I was mounted and lanced to the spot before I 
had a chance to request a five-minute breather. Ian's hard-
standing cock was less formidable than his friend's wand, 
but still it took its toll on my burning hole.

'Come on, you slacker,' said Howard to Ian. 'Ride him hard! 
Make him cough up your cock-head.'

Ian renewed his efforts by grabbing hold of my shoulders 
and increasing his stroke rate.

'In, out! In, out!' chanted Brian.

The two of us began grunting and groaning in unison as my 
inner sanctum was flooded by yet another load of man-seed. 
Ian's climax lasted a good deal longer than Joe's, and 
still he continued to fuck me in fits and starts for some 
time after.

Brian's cock slipped into my hole a few seconds after Ian 
had rolled off me, exhausted. The scout master hammered 
away at my arse for a good ten to fifteen minutes. He then 
flooded my inner sanctum with his seed as the camera zoomed 
in to capture me jabbering away in a language that no one, 
including myself, understood.

'The poor sod's delirious,' said Brian to Howard. 'Let's 
call it a day and hit the bathroom.'

*  *  *

I was in a daze after the men had cleaned me up in the 
bathroom and walked me back to the bedroom. I sat on the 
bed and watched them get dressed in total silence. Brian 
then left the room for a few minutes to retrieve a raincoat 
from Howard's cloakroom.

Joe and Ian dressed me in the oversized coat, which had 
clearly been all the rage in the 1940s, and threatened to 
beat me to a pulp if I didn't leave the cottage with them.

'My clothes; I can't leave without my clothes,' I said, 
trembling with fear.

'Don't worry. You'll be back within the hour,' said Howard. 
'I just want you to suck off a very good friend of mine. 
That's all.'

'Yes, okay,' I said, nervously. 'But please let me put my 
clothes on.'

'No,' said Joe. 'You go as you are. No ifs; no buts; no 
clothes.'

The trip to the barn took an age. I bumped around in the 
boot of Howard's car and cursed my bad luck for being so 
weak and willing; and little did I know that Howard's very 
good friend had four legs and a tail.

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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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