Machine-Fucked on Camera

Money Troubles

Darren and Samuel live in a respectable two-bed apartment in Chatsworth, in northern Los Angeles. Up until recently Samuel was working at a media agency but it closed down and he found himself redundant - finding another job was proving harder than expected. Times were tight relying on just one salary to keep the household running. A letter received that morning was bad news, but Samuel had no idea things were about to get much worse...

A few hours earlier than expected, the apartment door opened and Darren walked in. He slammed the door shut behind him, dropped his bag on the floor then raised two clenched fists and gave out a yell of frustration! Samuel rushed to his side - "What's up, babe?" he asked.

"They let me go," Darren said. "I can't believe it but they actually let me go. I mean, sales are down and we're not bringing in the kind of deals we used to, but I didn't think my position was at risk yet. Apparently the business is being restructured, and I'm not part of that future. So they pushed me out. Effective immediately."

He looked sadly at Samuel. "They'll pay me to the end of the month, and they'll keep our insurance running for a month after that, but that's it. We don't have savings to fall back on any more, so we'll need to find new jobs soon, or take your mother up on her offer to move to her farm in Kansas."

Samuel shook his head. "I can't go back. I escaped once and if I go back now I think that'll be it: I'll just end up growing wheat, and growing old. There's no life for us there."

"I don't know what other choice we have," said Darren. "You've been looking for a couple months now and there's just no jobs. The market will pick up eventually, but we just don't have time."

"I don't want to leave LA," said Samuel. "I like this place. Oh - but we received this today as well." He handed over the envelope.

Darren scanned the letter inside. "Rent going up again? We can't afford this. Even with my job this wouldn't be viable. Sam, honey, this is too much, we can't stay here."

"I'm not leaving!" Samuel pouted. "I don't want to move, so we''ll just have to work something out. Whatever we need to do, I want to stay."

"Okay," soothed Darren. "I'll think of something."

A Great Idea

Darren lay awake all night, but by the morning he had a great idea. After a significant amount of research online, he was ready to propose his solution.

"You don't want to leave, and you're willing to do whatever it takes to stay, right? he asked.

"Of course," Samuel said. "You have a plan?"

"Well," said Darren. "I was thinking about those cam sites. People go on a live webcam, put on a show and viewers send tips. It's basically free money. You don't get a lot for a single show, but if you do it regularly and get regular viewers... I think we can make this work."

"You want us to fuck on camera?" Samuel asked.

"Oh! No," said Darren. "There's too much competition to make that work. But I think there's a market for submission play, letting the viewers play the dom. I think that's our market. We take viewer requests, dominating a cute boy in exchange for tips, that kind of thing. And you'll be the star."

Samuel looked incredulous. "Is that really possible? I mean, if we can make enough money that way I'm up for giving it a go. Anything's better than Kansas."

"Of course, we'll have to get you a fuck-machine," said Darren. "That's pretty much going to be expected I think."

"You know I've always wanted to try one of those," Samuel said. "But they're pretty expensive."

"That's just business. We can probably claim it as an expense! Okay, that's decided then. Tomorrow we'll get everything together and see how it goes."

The following day, Samuel was sent out to pick up some new lights and a high-definition webcam. Darren researched and then ordered a good quality fuck-machine, and in the evening while watching TV set up an account on a popular site.

The Next Day

Early the next morning, the doorbell rang. While the delivery guy was fiddling with his tablet, Darren turned and called behind him "Sam! The fuck-machine's here!" The delivery guy refused to make eye contact as Darren scribbled his name on the line, and beat a hasty retreat.

Dragging the box into the lounge, Samuel eyed it carefully. "That's a pretty big box," he said. "And it looks heavy."

"Oh, don't be such a big baby," said Darren. Opening the box and pulling out all the parts, he soon had it put together. He plugged it in and played with the controls while Samuel watched over his shoulder.

"So, want to give it a try?" asked Darren.

"Yeeess..." said Samuel cautiously. "Maybe this evening."

"No, not this evening - now," said Darren. "You want to stay in LA, this is our only way to do it. We don't have time to waste, so I want to get started. And let's test it live, on camera. That should be quite a show!"

Samuel retreated to the bedroom and changed, stripping down then putting on a blue jock strap and a body harness. He pulled on some white socks, then stood and eyed himself in the mirror. Needing a little extra something he added a black leather collar before heading back to Darren.

Darren had dragged the contraption into the spare bedroom and pushed the other furniture against the wall. He had the webcam on a tripod and was fiddling with the new lights. Samuel grabbed some sheets to pin up as a background and some towels to cover the floor.

"Go and get a few toys we can play with," instructed Darren, and Samuel returned to the bedroom coming back with a butt plug and a couple of dildos. "Perfect," said Darren.

Going Live!

Getting Samuel to stand in shot, Darren set the stream live. An awkward few minutes passed while the viewer count remained at zero, so Samuel tried a few different poses to see how they worked in frame.

A couple of people joined, some left immediately but some stayed. Darren took the lead interacting with chat and telling them the deal while Samuel concentrated on trying to look sexy and playing up to the camera.

Suddenly there came a chime from the laptop - a tip had come in! Darren looked over and called out "100 gold coins - thank you voyeur71 for the tip! As you know we're just starting out and haven't set up any goals yet - what do you want us to do?"

A minute or so passed before the response came in. "Butt plug, eh? Yes, no problem. Slave, get that plug in!"

Samuel grabbed the butt plug and a bottle of lube, then stood up and turned around. He coated the plug in lube, then with one hand separating his cheeks carefully pressed it against his hole. After a moment of pressure it popped in, causing him to let out a small squeak. He released his cheeks and wiggled his butt towards the camera, then gave his bottom a couple of slaps.

Some minutes passed without any more requests, so Samuel jumped around a bit, giggling and waving his bottom at the camera. Every now and then he spread his cheeks and showed off the plug.

Soon another chime signalled another tip. "Another 100 coins!" said Darren. "What is your request?" The response was a single word: "DILDO". "Okay, Slave, fuck yourself with the dildo!"

Samuel carefully lubed up a dildo, then popped out the butt plug and quickly swapped it with the tip of the dildo, which he then slowly eased into his rectum until the full length was inside. With one leg up on a chair, bent slightly over he slowly worked the dildo in and out with full strokes.

The laptop chimed again, as another hundred coins came in. "Slave, chat wants you to ride it," said Darren.

Samuel took his foot off the chair, then turned to face the camera. He slowly squatted down, holding the dildo in place until it touched the floor. He positioned it carefully and smoothed the towels around it. Holding his ankles, he slowly rose up, then down, up, then down, riding the dildo for the camera. Fortunately it was quite heavy and his bottom had opened up nicely, so it wasn't lifting at all. He kept his eyes away from the camera, instead staring at the floor in front of him as he concentrated on the movement.

Another chime from the laptop as three hundred coins were gifted. This time the request was already in the chat: "Shove that thing up his ass doggystyle!"

"Hold on, slave," said Darren. "Need you on all fours for this."

Samuel sank to the floor, pushing the dildo all the way in, then gripping it with one hand turned to the side and lifted himself onto his knees and waited to see what would happen next - he couldn't see the chat from his position.

Darren stepped into shot and grabbed the dildo. "Hand down, slave," he ordered, and Samuel obediently dropped it to the floor.

Darren started to work the dildo in and out, giving a twist of the wrist each time it went deep. Samuel grunted on every thrust as he felt the breath driven out of him. Getting used to the motion, he started to push back to meet it each time. Darren kept up a nice rhythm as he ploughed Samuel's ass.

Of course chat were not content to just watch this, they were hungry for more. "Faster!" came the call, and Darren slowly sped up until he was fair pounding Samuel's ass with the dildo. Samuel gave up trying to match the movement and just held himself still and concentrated on the feeling of getting soundly fucked.

After Darren thought Samuel had had enough, he pushed the dildo deep inside for a moment, then pulled it suddenly out. Samuel stayed on his knees, rocking back and forth slightly as if his body remembered the sensation in his ass and yearned for it to return.

No More Tips?

"Well," Darren said. "If there are no more tips we'll have to call it a day. Although, I was hoping someone would be interested in seeing my slave ploughed by a fuck-machine."

Darren manhandled the machine slightly into shot, took the dildo he'd just been using and carefully stuck it to the suction cup plate. "But I guess nobody wants to see that..." he teased.

Someone soon offered four hundred coins, and while Samuel stayed on all fours Darren got to work positioning the machine better. He angled it pointing right at Samuel's bottom, and picked up the controller. Adjusting a dial slightly, the dildo started moving very slowly towards him. It was almost at it's longest extent when it reached him, and he ordered Samuel to insert it. Samuel felt behind for the rubber cock, then wiggled backwards and arched his back until he was able to slide it all the way inside. Darren turned the control slightly and the dildo slowly withdrew, then reversed and pushed forward again. Samuel leaned forward away from it as it came on and when the machine reached maximum Darren stopped it, then went to Samuel's front and pushed back on his shoulders forcing him onto the rubber cock until it was balls-deep inside him.

"Now, I don't want to see you pulling away from this," he instructed - then turned the dial a fraction until the dildo began to move. It slowly withdrew - but not enough to come completely out - then began its slow movement forward again. Samuel stayed completely still, as still as he could, and felt the dildo slowly reaming him out. He again relaxed into it, and leaned down to rest his head on the floor while the machine had its way with him.

After a few minutes of this, a bigger tip came in - five hundred coins! "Thank you, beastmaster69! What would you like to see?"

Darren left the machine slowly fucking Samuel, waiting for beastmaster69 to respond. When he did, he asked for a larger dildo, a faster speed and a full five minutes of pounding. Darren stopped the machine, pushed Samuel off it and removed the previous dildo. He grabbed a larger cock, a nice thick black one covered with realistic veins and attached it to the plate, coated it in lube, and ordered Samuel onto it. Samuel reached carefully backwards until he felt the tip, then eased it all the way into him, eager to have something even bigger filling his ass. Darren started turning the dial, starting the machine thrusting just as it was before, then slowly edged it a bit faster. Samuel began to moan a little as the machine opened him up even more, and Darren nudged it just a little bit faster still.

"Right, I'm starting the clock!" said Darren, and tapped a button on his phone.

The machine pushed in and out of Samuel's ass, forcefully and consistently. Samuel found he could not lean down and raised himself up on his arms. He experimented with different angles of his ass to offer the least resistance to the dildo buggering him from behind. Finding a good position he held himself as still as possible and breathed shallowly. A good feeling soon emerged from his crotch and he carefully shifted weight onto one hand so he could massage his cock through the jockstrap with his other.

Darren had to interrupt him. "Chat doesn't want you touching your cock, slave. Hands down now." Samuel nodded and obeyed, and concentrated on the feelings coming from his ass instead.

When the five minutes expired, Darren's phone played a happy little tune and he slowly dialed the speed setting back to zero. He timed it carefully to leave the dildo at its greatest extent, leaving Samuel well impaled.

A chime came from the laptop, with another five-hundred coin tip from beastmaster69. "More!" he called, so Darren started the machine moving and started the timer again.

Samuel tried to resist, but the pounding in his ass was too much for him. He'd never been able to cum from anal and always needed some extra stimulation to help him over the edge. He shifted his weight again onto one arm and thrust a hand into his jockstrap, grabbing for his cock.

"No! shouted Darren, and pulled Samuel's hand out and back to the floor. Samuel begged and pleaded but Darren held firm. "If chat doesn't want you to do something, then you're not allowed to do it. They're paying, so they make the rules."

Darren knelt in front of Samuel, holding his arms tightly to prevent him from trying again, and Samuel complied, surrendering himself to the pounding strokes of the fuck-machine.

After what felt like an age, Darren's phone chirped again and the time was up. Darren dialled the machine back but left it very slowly fucking Samuel's ass. Once he was happy that he wasn't going to reach for his cock again, he stood up and turned to the camera. "Well, I think that's about-" he began, but the laptop chimed!

A Big Donation

One thousand coins had just arrived. "Wow, thank you," said Darren. "I guess we can't stop right now."

"Please..." whimpered Samuel, but Darren cut him off. "No, the chat decides. Okay, what is your request? That's double the tip so do you want double the speed or double the time?"

"What? No, I can't take more-" said Samuel, but Darren was busy watching the chat.

"Both? I don't know that..." said Darren, looking over at Samuel, whose eyes opened wide and mouth hung open. "Well, maybe we can see how it goes."

He quickly stepped over and placed a hand on Samuel's back, preventing him from rising, then tweaked the speed dial, ramping the machine slowly up to a punishing speed, twice as fast as it was before. With a hand still on his back, Darren fiddled with his phone then said, "Okay, ten minutes it is!"

Samuel whimpered as his ass was pounded harder than he had ever been fucked before. The machine thrust into him without mercy and without pause, consistently and brutally ramming the huge dildo into his ass then ripping it back out again. He realized there was absolutely nothing he could do to prevent the assault, so just tried to bear it as best he could.

Darren tended to him, occasionally dribbling more lube down the crack of his ass, where it ran down and was quickly worked into his rectum by the pounding machine.

The minutes ticked by, the machine kept working and Samuel's ass was utterly reamed. His head hung down, his mouth hung open and he closed his eyes, his mind empty to anything other than the pounding in his ass.

After a few minutes, Darren thought Samuel was looking pretty broken. "What do you think, chat?" he asked. "Does he deserve some relief?"

Chat agreed, so Darren reached into Samuel's jock strap and pulled out his cock, leaving it dangling in the air, bouncing up and down as his ass continued to be ravaged by the huge black dildo. "Time's not up so the machine stays running, but if you want to cum you have chat's permission."

Samuel did nothing for a moment, his brain slow to interpret Darren's words, then suddenly understanding he grabbed his cock with one hand and started working it furiously. He didn't even notice the alarm going off, so focused he was in reaching orgasm, so Darren didn't interrupt him either. Wanking as fast and as hard as he could, he managed to match the machine's pace and the synchronicity sent him completely over the edge. He kept working his cock and the machine kept working his ass as spurt after spurt left him, splattering the floor with ribbons of cum. His ass was pulsing with his orgasm and the machine suddenly caught, sending him flying forward then pulling right out of him on the back stroke. Samuel collapsed on the ground, one arm pinned under him, panting rapidly as his orgasm slowly subsided.

The End of the Show

Darren stopped the machine and turned to the camera.

"Well, I think that wraps things up. Thank you everyone who tipped, and we'll see you next time!"

He stopped the stream and turned to look at Samuel, who was still lying in a gibbering mess on the floor. His cheeks looked red and his hole looked sore, which was hardly surprising from the pounding it had just been given.

He checked the stream statistics. "43 viewers, that's good for a first stream!" he said. "And we received exactly three thousand coins in tips!"

"... izzatgood?" came a murmur from the floor.

Darren checked the earnings calculator. "That's... 150 dollars!" he said. "So we're off to a very good start. If we can get that per stream... hmm, let's see. If we do this six days a week - let's give you Sundays off - then we only need to do... four sessions a day and we'll earn enough so that neither of us have to go back to work!

"The equipment costs up front were a bit of a hit, but we'll pay that back soon. And we're saving on travel costs, although..." he picked up a bottle and shook it. "We're going to have to buy a lot more lube."

Darren nudged the quivering mass on the floor with his foot. "Now, get yourself cleaned up, put some moisturizing cream on that hole and get some liquid inside you. I'll clean the toys and check the equipment. We'll probably need some clean towels as well."

He frowned at the still unmoving Samuel. "Come on, get moving - we start the next show in an hour."