Date: Fri, 10 Apr 2020 15:14:59 +0000 From: A Porter Subject: An Eventful Saturday Afternoon - Part 1 This story is a work of fiction. If material describing sex between men and boys is illegal in your country, then read no further. Nifty is a free resource, but it does require money to stay on the Internet. Therefore, please consider donating to Nifty at: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Gay / adult-youth / oral, anal, M+/b+ - - - "Why don't we do something a bit kinky this afternoon?" asked Adam, as I emerged naked from the bathroom. "What do you have in mind?" I asked, with a raised eyebrow. "What about inviting Bruce over? You know he loves my backdoor." "No, not today," he replied. "Why don't we get on the Net and see what's out there." I smiled and skipped to the bedroom to switch the laptop on. "I knew when I introduced you to that webcam site that you'd get hooked," he said. "You're such a horny little tart, and a mega show-off." "I was an innocent twelve-year-old swot, before you seduced me," I said, fluttering my eyelashes. "So you're the one to blame for getting me hooked on webcam sex." "So now I'm a pimp, is that it?" he said, smiling. "A cute, oversexed schoolboy telling me that it's all my fault he spends Saturday afternoons at my house, playing with his stiffy in front of a webcam." "Need I say more," I said, with a cocky smirk. "My English teacher admits he's a pimp." We both laughed as Adam logged into our favourite site. The chat room was filled with the usual educators: lectures; professors; teachers. They were all comparing notes on their favourite students. Only a few knew that I, a "young thruster", was reading their pervy messages. Some ten minutes in, Adam was invited to a private room. However, before he accepted the invitation, a 'wanted' message appeared on the screen. "For anyone seeking to spice up their lives with a housemaster and two kinky schoolboys, let me know. Master_Roper." "Shall we give it a go?" asked Adam. "Yeah," I replied, excitedly. Adam typed in a response: "Ultra interested! A_Tutor and student - id:eiderdown." "Excellent! We should move to a private room to proceed. Master_Roper - id:sunshine6." I was asked to leave the bedroom whilst Adam and Master_Roper greeted one another in the private room. Some five minutes later, with everything agreed and passwords entered, I was called back into the bedroom to show off my naughty bits. Hywel, Master_Roper, was a burly Welshman. He was totally naked, just like Adam and I, and was very muscular. Two naked boys came and sat beside him. They were giggling and very excited, and must have been eleven or twelve years old. "Colin and Mark are my bondage boys," said Hywel to Adam. "They are boarders, so I get to play with them in my rooms most weekends. I do have an older boy enslaved, but he's not always available. Another housemaster likes to tie him up from time to time and play with his bits." I wiggled around on the bed beside Adam, hoping that my hard-standing cock could be seen by those on the other end of the connection. "John is thirteen years old," said Adam to Hywel, as he squeezed my left thigh, "and we've been together for almost a year. We've done lots of things together, and had a good few threesomes and foursomes." I smiled and waved at the webcam. "He looks mighty trim," said Hywel, "and would look real sexy in a rope dress." "I really like the idea of tying a boy up," said Adam, "but I don't know too much about bondage knots." "Watch and learn, my friend," said Hywel, smiling. "And then maybe, we can meet up next weekend and swap the boys over." Colin and Mark giggled as they handed Hywel several lengths of red rope. I watched as the man stood up and told the boys to suck on his monster cock. Like silly little schoolgirls, the two pre-teens went to work on the man's hard-standing stem and hairless ball-sac; and as they did so, Hywel tied ropes around their wrists. I was totally focused on the laptop's 14-inch screen, and the three hard-standing cocks that appeared on it. Meanwhile, Adam was concentrating on the knots being used to restrain the two youngsters. We both gazed in awe at the two cock-suckers being tied up by their dominant housemaster. I particularly liked the way Hywel kept the boys sucking on his cock as he roped up more and more of their submissive bodies. He was clearly an expert bondage master. "That's the simplest way to do it," said Hywel to Adam, as he casually stroked Mark's uncut cock. "Usually, during a webcam session, I like to tie them back-to-back and tease their cocks and nips. Then, after their first dry climax, I retie them face-to-face and work on their arse-cheeks and bum-holes. I like to see them French kiss as the riding crop heats their soft buttocks up, just before the dildos go in." "That sounds amazing," said Adam, as he grabbed hold of my left hand and wrapped it around his uncut cock. "Truly amazing!" My stroke-rate went into overdrive as I worked on our two rigid stems. I so wanted to be tied up and played with by the burly Welshman. I knew I would have to make do with Adam in the meantime, but Hywel and his muscular body was the prize I was after. The Maths teacher wasn't that good-looking, but he did have something about him. His broken nose was either down to him being a rugby player, or a physical altercation with a reluctant boy's father. "The third position involves suspending the boys from the ceiling horizontally, side-by-side and facing downward," continued Hywel. "Each boy is held by ropes secured to the oak beams running across the ceiling. The ropes are tied around the upper chest, the waist, and upper legs." I climaxed at that point, and saw my first jet of spunk flying towards the laptop's screen. Adam panicked and pushed me back, onto the bed, as he made a fumbled grab for the laptop. Spunk ran down the screen as the laptop crashed to the floor. I was called all the names under the sun as the screen went blank. "You knocked it over!" I snapped at Adam. "I just lost control of my 'point and shoot' targeting. Besides, a keyboard hit would have been far worse than any screen hit. So you over reacted." - - - When the laptop was up and running again, and the connection to Hywel re-established, I found myself being slapped hard across the arse. Hywel, Colin and Mark encouraged Adam to slap me harder and harder. I lay draped across Adam's lap as the blows rained down. My wrists were tied together, and so were my ankles. I kept begging for mercy, but that only encouraged my audience to demand more punishment. "Can you see everything?" asked Adam. "I'm hoping the wide-angle lens on the webcam will do the trick." "Yes, yes," replied Hywel. "Those bright red arse-cheeks look so fuckin' sexy. If I was there, I'll be using a paddle on the little sod by now." "Good idea," said Adam. "Give me a few minutes to lie him out on the bed and tie him down." The table tennis bat came down hard, and hit each of my arse-cheeks in rapid rotation. I swore and yelled into the pillow, but no one took any notice of my distress. Colin and Mark were more audible than Hywel, and called for a close-up of my "red-hot rump" after the dozen or so strokes were applied. "My arse hurts, Adam," I whimpered. "Good!" he said. "Now lay still while the webcam zeroes in on those shiny red cheeks." "That's it," said Hywel. "His arse looks so-o-o fuckin' fuckable now." I pulled against my bonds as I reacted badly to the word "fuckable". I didn't want Adam to take any notice of Hywel's stupid suggestion. I needed rest and recuperation, not a painful fuck. "You could fry eggs on those bright red cheeks," giggled Mark, as Adam put the webcam back on its original spot. Adam laughed, and I sighed, as the action moved back to the other end of the connection. I couldn't see what was happening, even though I craned my neck to get a look. I huffed and puffed; but in the end, I had to settle for all the raunchy sounds the two bondage boys were making. - - - With the webcam session over, Adam agreed that a good deal of calamine lotion was needed to soothe away my arse-pain. He quickly dressed and rushed off to the chemist to buy a large bottle. However, he insisted on leaving me securely tied to the bed while he was gone, which did worry me a bit. Upon his return, my worries were justified when he re-entered the bedroom with Bruce in tow. "Wow! That looks mighty painful," said Bruce, as he sat down on the edge of the bed. "You could fry eggs on that shiny backdoor." The two men laughed as they stripped naked and went to work on my sore arse. They seemed to take great delight in rubbing the lotion into my tender buttocks. "Ouch! That bloody hurts!" I snapped. "Be careful down there .... and slow down a bit." "Righty-oh, captain," said Bruce, as he began to finger my arsehole. "Let's poke him long and hard, Bruce," said Adam. "It's bound to take his mind off other things." "No way!" I shouted, as a sock-gag appeared in front of my face. The long, football sock was part of my Manchester United kit - my parents thought that I played football in the park on a Saturday afternoon, so the outfit reinforced my phoney alibi. Also, it thrilled Professor_69 when it slowly came off in front of Adam's webcam. The old professor, and a few of his close friends, enjoyed seeing me in and out of the Manchester United garb. With the sock-gag in place, the two men fucked me with impunity. I shouted and hollered, but the football sock muffled all my abusive outcries. Adam and Bruce really enjoyed roughing me up on a Saturday afternoon, and normally I liked it as well. However, with an ultra-sore arse, I didn't like the idea of them now taking it in turns to fill my hole. "Bite on that sock, captain," said Bruce, as his cock went in again. "I bet you feel all warm and squidgy inside now." I grunted, so Adam and Bruce took that as a "yes", which it was in a begrudging kind of way. "So it was good to take his mind off that larruping," mused Adam. "A distraction can work wonders at times." "So searing his arse in a hot bath, after this fuck-fest, will just be another distraction," laughed Bruce. "Is that it?" I pulled violently against my bonds as the words "searing" and "hot bath" made me shudder. The two bastards were going to dump me in a hot bath and watch me writhe around in pain. They were clearly deranged, so why was my cock so stiff? It was then that the front doorbell rang.