Tuct Side - 23. Video Footage #1

The following footage contains explicit content of a minor engaging in sexual acts with adults. The activities shown have been concluded to be “consensual,” but only among the participants. However, later statements would shape the nature of the footage, such as:

· The minor only being seventeen years of age (at the time) [Idaho’s legal age of consent: 18]

· The minor being under strict surveillance by a malicious third party

· The two adults being victims of sexual solicitation

· The footage being uploaded to a now-defunct onion website that holds and shares illegal sex activity

It has been labeled as evidence of sexual coercion and assault. During the live stream, there is an unseen fourth presence operating the recording equipment. Throughout it, the “director” is giving out commands and instructions on each position, most of which are given to the two adults.

This is only the recent upload out of over 300 recorded videos and live streams, the account assigned to the minor having been active since 2005.

Update: The minor present in the footage has agreed to narrate his thoughts and experience during the making of this particular video.

He brought the dancers.

I hated fucking the dancers. I always felt so gross afterward. And so damn guilty. It felt like I was forcing myself on them. Of course, he was making me do this, but still.

My room in this house was a revolving door for call girls, cam girls, girlfriends, and the wives of the other members. But these two, judging by their skittish stances and the fear of the unknown in their eyes, were newbies. And the new ones typically started off as dancers for lower-level clubs.

They were both beautiful and young, probably a couple of years older than I was, and dressed in nothing but bikinis. The girl with fiery red hair that spilled to the small of her back had more meat on her bones. She was just as afraid as her thinner partner, her eyes bouncing uncertainly between me and him, but I noticed that she was a few inches ahead of the latter, prepping to be a shield for any danger that might come her way.

I felt a spark of jealousy at that. It only exacerbated how alone I’ve been since my family moved here.

“You couldn’t have gotten anybody else?” I took one last chance to change his mind, knowing it wouldn’t change shit.

He shook his head as he set up the camcorder. “Nah. We gotta change it up, bro. It’s the same old thing with th’ used-up bitches we always bring. Nowadays, the folks are into fresh and innocent pussy. You’re a celebrity, but we’ll get even bigger numbers this way.”

I gaped in shock and growing anger. “They’re virgins?”

It was a rule of mine since I lost all hope of ever getting out of this situation. I never wanted to be anybody’s first time. And I felt partly shitty about that. I was a big guy for my age, but the “fascination” in all this was that I was a young boy in a man’s body. A teenage player fucking older women. Every one of them deserved better than to lose their V-card live to a teenager that hadn’t even reached legal age yet, but that bit of compassion didn’t improve my mood because I’d just be sending them back to a man who wouldn’t be as merciful.

“Nope,” a sick grin stretched on his face. “Couldn’t resist testin’ them out myself first, but we’ll just pretend for now. I’ll bring the real good stuff at a later date.”

A flash of rage ripped its way through my mind, and it took everything to stuff down the pure loathing from manifesting itself into a beatdown. He was utter shit and scum beneath the whole laidback façade, but it always came out in tiny portions, difficult to make out from veiled humor and carefully constructed actions.

“You ready?” he asked as he settled himself behind the desk that held the equipment.

“Yeah. Already got…” I glanced at the rising number on the laptop, “eighty seats filled up.”

“That’s all you, man.” He nodded at the duo, who cautiously tiptoed to where I sat at the edge of my bed, clothed in nothing but blue-checkered boxers. “You girls know what to do. Get those precious lips on his pecs first.”

The girls moved immediately, their mouths latching on to either nipple. My lips pursed, zaps of pleasure flowing through from my chest and to my whole body with each lick. It was taking more and more effort to keep my hands on the bed. I liked going rough, but “rough” was the kind of thing that was forced upon these girls, and not the kind that I’ve come to crave. I had no intentions of being like the men they were used to.

“Yeah, that’s it. Rub on ‘im,” his voice came out raspy as if he was experiencing the sensation for himself.

He probably was, his fist helping him out, but if I looked up to confirm, I was my boner would die out. Luckily, two soft hands palmed my dick through my boxers, the touches igniting the fire brewing inside. My own hands wandered up to caress their backs, gently scouring across their hair, backs, and asses.

“One of you. Mouth on his dick,” he hissed.

My eyes snapped open to look at two uncertain faces. I had to take over before he got impatient. The girls would only get frightened. There wasn’t a worse turn-off.

Facing the girl to my left, I kissed her forehead and whispered into her ear, “Just take your time, ‘ight? Do whatever you want with it.”

She hesitated for a second before nodding, a small smile of appreciation on her red lips. As she leaned down to pull my hard-on out through the opening of my boxers, I turned to the one on my right thigh and peppered her face with kisses before slipping my tongue into her mouth. That’s when I jolted, releasing a stifled groan when I felt another pair of lips wrap themselves around my cock. I briefly looked down to watch the other girl’s head slowly bob up and down, four of the eight inches of my shaft in her mouth and the rest in her tender grip.

Slow and steady sex was never my forte, but I could see how many would like it. The pleasure was drawn out, built gradually until your patience was rewarded with an explosive ending, only to retain the energy to rewrite it over and over again.

My sweet, little redhead must have found the appeal in what she was doing because her movements suddenly quickened, moaning quietly as her other hand reached up to lightly squeeze my nuts.

“Fuck,” I hissed sharply into the raven-haired woman’s mouth.

I couldn’t help myself as I dived down, capturing one of her large tits in one hand and placing the nipple of the other in my mouth, sucking in tandem with the one swallowing my dick.

“Christ, bitch’s gettin’ into it. Fuckin’ lucky, bro.”

I swear to God if he didn’t shut up. Raven Hair panted as I lapped harder at her tits. I’ve been blocking out his presence since this started, only tuning back in for the next command.

Which came all too soon.

“Now, for my favorite part. Time t’ get the blindfolds out, bud.”

Mierda.

It was so fucked up. His smirk broadened as the girls froze, shock and fear beginning to take over. I knew fuck all about these girls but seeing that sadistic gleam I recognized all too well triggered my protective instincts, hugging the two close to me.

“I knew that, asshole,” I growled. “Let me handle it.”

My eyes must’ve seeped out a smidge of the sheer fucking hatred I had for him because that grin dimmed into a surprised frown.

Good.

I know, with my track record, I wasn’t any better myself, and many at my old school can attest to that, but the raw pain and suffering of others did nothing for me.

Trudging over to the laptop, I snatched the two straps of cloth, ignoring the sad, heartbroken gaze he directed at me. Always tried to play it up to weaken my resolve, the fuckface. It took a minute and a half of coaxing them back into a semi-comfortable mood and tie the blindfolds across their eyes. Their apprehension was understandable, still unused to the darkness that now surrounded them daily. They weren’t born into it like I was. And that was fucking heartbreaking.

“Show each other some love,” I ordered lightly. “I promise I’ll be gentle, yeah?”

I gave them both a peck on the lips. They nodded warily before closing the distance between themselves, their bodies and lips finding each other like magnets. My cock jerked at the sight. It looked like they’ve done this before. The girls usually came in pairs, and it seemed like these two have been through hell and back together.

That was nice. Again, I was envious. They got shit, but at least they could share it.

I grabbed my cock, jerking it in my fist, while I sauntered over to the redhead first. She jumped a bit when I planted my other hand on her curvy hip, but relaxed when I moved my thumb in circles and continued tonguing her partner. I stood behind her, my muscled chest molding to her back, and leisurely pushed my dick into her wet heat.

“Fuck. Fuck. Mierda,” I cursed in a mixture of English and Spanish.

A big part of me ached to just slam inside her and pound her hard, but I had to take it slow. Today’s show was laidback and chill. Plus, I didn’t want either of them to get hurt. Not like the ones before.

Unhurriedly, I thrust in and out of her, allowing the sensations to crawl around and about my body. Her moans got louder as I fucked her, the girls’ make-out session intensifying.

“Oh, fuck, man,” a groan sounded from my left.

A peak his way had me catching him with his pants around his ankles and his fingers choking the hell out of his dick, violently tugging it up and down as he kept a lustful, narrowed gaze on us three.

No, not on us all.

On me.

I blocked his disgusting noises as I steadily shoved in and dragged back out. After a couple more minutes passed by, I promptly pulled out. The girl with raven hair was a lot more anxious, freezing up when I walked behind her. But hearing him curse snapped her into obedience.

Damnit.

I had to close my eyes for this one. Having them open meant having a full view of him trying to rip his own cock off. I started off slow with her but picked up the pace, her eager whimpers and the need to finish this as soon as possible enticing me to go faster. For the next quarter of an hour, I switched between the two pussies, holding myself on the edge as we went through the motions.

I fucking hated edging if I had to be honest. I was a hard, fast, and brutal kind of guy. For the millionth time in my head, I cursed him for bringing in inexperience. And maybe the dilemma that was my life.

The last position had the girls on the bed, side by side with their asses in the air. I was in the red-haired one when I couldn’t take it anymore. He must have realized that because his voice rang out in a hoarse moan.

“Both of you get your faces in his dick! Shower them, buddy!”

The two moved to do just that, flying off the bed and onto their knees in a rush. The second they shoved their noses at my tip, I let loose. With a long grunt, my cock exploded with just enough seed to cover both their faces. My muscles tightened as the shock of the orgasm pulsed through me, my body shuddering in rhythm with my rapid heartbeat.

“Fuck, yeah!” he exclaimed aloud, signifying his release.

I deleted it from my memory.

The sounds soon died down into heavy breathing. I tucked my dick back into my boxers and laid down on the bed, shutting my eyes and wanting nothing more than to fall asleep and be done with the rest of the day.

“Dios mío! That was intense!” His footfalls got closer to me, feeling a lit cigarette planted in between my fingers before a hearty slap came down on my damp chest for a job well done. “We got a full house today. Looks like you babes are stars. Say hi to the camera.”

I didn’t open my eyes, not wanting to see their expressions or the guilty pleasure I got that now stained their innocent faces. I already felt horrible enough.

“Quit playin’,” I puffed out a billow of smoke as I growled. “I have shit to do, man.”

He just snickered. “Yeah, yeah.”