Fornits
Treatment Abuse, Behavior Modification, Thought Reform => Straight, Inc. and Derivatives => Topic started by: Anonymous on June 02, 2006, 09:17:00 AM
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How about this one?
Father Cassian touched my junk liberally. He strapped me in to his Straightmobile and he couldn't keep his offensive hands off of me. He was performing many red flag touches. I couldn't believe what the fuck was going on. I told Fr. Cassian the city would not approve of a millionaire touching an underage kid for free. Can you believe it? Father Cassian did all this. He picked me off the street, strapped my arms and legs down in the Straightmobile's passenger seat, and just wouldn't stop fondling my cock'n'balls.
They definately were red flag touches. The goddamn referee he had in the back seat kept on
raising up this red flag every time he touched my junk but did "Fr." Cassian care? NO WAY! He
just kept on doing it. I couldn't believe what the fuckwas going on, indeed. I pleaded with
Fr. Cassian but to no avail. I told him the city would not approve of such a wealthy man
touching an underage kid like me (at the time I was 13) without at least compensating me for
the trauma and the use of my body as his own personal plaything.
This got to him, worrying about his image. He continued to fondle me, all the while ignoring
the referee's red flags. Then he drove the Straightmobile to my house and ejected the seat I was in! It was amazing. But surprisingly, after I woke up the next morning, my bank account had $150k in it!!! Can you believe it?????????????????????????
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Can you PLLLEEEAASSSEE come up with something else?? This is just soooo tired it's becoming annoying
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I love it!!!
Encore! Encore! :nworthy: :nworthy: :nworthy:
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Yeah... you love it cause YOU are the one who keeps posting it. Duh!!!
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::rocker:: ::rocker:: ::rocker:: ::rocker:: ::rocker:: ::rocker::
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On 2006-06-02 07:58:00, Anonymous wrote:
"Yeah... you love it cause YOU are the one who keeps posting it. Duh!!!"
Nope. It's just easier for you to believe that. Do yourself a favor sweetie and get a hobby. It might just lead to an actual life eventually. :lol: :lol:
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On 2006-06-02 08:58:00, Anonymous wrote:
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On 2006-06-02 07:58:00, Anonymous wrote:
"Yeah... you love it cause YOU are the one who keeps posting it. Duh!!!"
Nope. It's just easier for you to believe that. Do yourself a favor sweetie and get a hobby. It might just lead to an actual life eventually. :lol: :lol: "
Whatever hobby I have, at least it's not posting the same lame ass " Miller touched my junk" crap over and over and over... :lol: :lol: :lol:
Do YOUSELF a favor sweetie..and come up with something different for a change!!
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On 2006-06-02 09:09:00, Anonymous wrote:
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On 2006-06-02 08:58:00, Anonymous wrote:
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On 2006-06-02 07:58:00, Anonymous wrote:
"Yeah... you love it cause YOU are the one who keeps posting it. Duh!!!"
Nope. It's just easier for you to believe that. Do yourself a favor sweetie and get a hobby. It might just lead to an actual life eventually. :lol: :lol: "
Whatever hobby I have, at least it's not posting the same lame ass " Miller touched my junk" crap over and over and over... :lol: :lol: :lol:
Do YOUSELF a favor sweetie..and come up with something different for a change!!"
DAMMIT, this was DIFFERENT!!!!!! Find the words "Miller Newton" anywhere in the text of the original post to this thread.......you can't find them 'cause they're not there, asshole! This was a totally new and completely original work, and you go comparing it to some other post about some other incident.....damn, you go through all that trouble to come up with something new and different, and you get shot down like that. Ungrateful bastard........
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On 2006-06-02 07:40:00, Anonymous wrote:
"I love it!!!
Encore! Encore! :nworthy: :nworthy: :nworthy: "
OK, since you insist......it's so nice to get a response like yours, especially after the abuse that gets hurled at me by misguided, shortsighted philistines who wouldn't know great literature if it touched their junk, liberally, complete with red-flag-raising referee and all......damn, they even think this is some rehash of some other incident involving some other person, fer cryin' out loud! Thankfully, not everyone shares their lack of discernment, refinement, and good taste. It is refreshing to hear from someone of your insight and astute appreciation for subtle literary technique and the clever use of symbolism. "Red Flag Touches", indeed. Thank you, and here it is, once again, especially for you:
Father Cassian touched my junk liberally. He strapped me in to his Straightmobile and he couldn't keep his offensive hands off of me. He was performing many red flag touches. I couldn't believe what the fuck was going on. I told Fr. Cassian the city would not approve of a millionaire touching an underage kid for free. Can you believe it? Father Cassian did all this. He picked me off the street, strapped my arms and legs down in the Straightmobile's passenger seat, and just wouldn't stop fondling my cock'n'balls.
They definately were red flag touches. The goddamn referee he had in the back seat kept on
raising up this red flag every time he touched my junk but did "Fr." Cassian care? NO WAY! He
just kept on doing it. I couldn't believe what the fuck was going on, indeed. I pleaded with
Fr. Cassian but to no avail. I told him the city would not approve of such a wealthy man
touching an underage kid like me (at the time I was 13) without at least compensating me for
the trauma and the use of my body as his own personal plaything.
This got to him, worrying about his image. He continued to fondle me, all the while ignoring
the referee's red flags. Then he drove the Straightmobile to my house and ejected the seat I was in! It was amazing. But surprisingly, after I woke up the next morning, my bank account had $150k in it!!! Can you believe it?????????????????????????
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How about this one?
Ruthie Ann touched my junk liberally. Shee strapped me in to his Straightmobile and she couldn't keep her offensive hands off of me. She was performing many red flag touches. I couldn't believe what the fuck was going on. I told Ruthie Ann the city would not approve of a millionaire touching an underage kid for free. Can you believe it? Ruthie Ann did all this. She picked me off the street, strapped my arms and legs down in the Straightmobile's passenger seat, and just wouldn't stop fondling my cock'n'balls.
They definately were red flag touches. The goddamn referee she had in the back seat kept on
raising up this red flag every time she touched my junk but did Ruthie Ann care? NO WAY! She
just kept on doing it. I couldn't believe what the fuck was going on, indeed. I pleaded with
Ruthie Ann but to no avail. I told her the city would not approve of such a wealthy woman
touching an underage kid like me (at the time I was 13) without at least compensating me for
the trauma and the use of my body as her own personal plaything.
This got to her, worrying about her image. She continued to fondle me, all the while ignoring
the referee's red flags. Then she drove the Straightmobile to my house and ejected the seat I was in! It was amazing. But surprisingly, after I woke up the next morning, my bank account had $150k in it!!! Can you believe it?????????????????????????
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How about this one?
Ruthie Ann touched my junk liberally. She strapped me in to his Straightmobile and she couldn't keep her offensive hands off of me. She was performing many red flag touches. I couldn't believe what the fuck was going on. I told Ruthie Ann the city would not approve of a millionaire touching an underage kid for free. Can you believe it? Ruthie Ann did all this. She picked me off the street, strapped my arms and legs down in the Straightmobile's passenger seat, and just wouldn't stop fondling my cock'n'balls.
They definately were red flag touches. The goddamn referee she had in the back seat kept on
raising up this red flag every time she touched my junk but did Ruthie Ann care? NO WAY! She
just kept on doing it. I couldn't believe what the fuck was going on, indeed. I pleaded with
Ruthie Ann but to no avail. I told her the city would not approve of such a wealthy woman
touching an underage kid like me (at the time I was 13) without at least compensating me for
the trauma and the use of my body as her own personal plaything.
This got to her, worrying about her image. She continued to fondle me, all the while ignoring
the referee's red flags. Then she drove the Straightmobile to my house and ejected the seat I was in! It was amazing. But surprisingly, after I woke up the next morning, my bank account had $150k in it!!! Can you believe it?????????????????????????
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I like it! Damn, you're good! :tup:
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okay... just for the record here..YOU HAVE WAY TO MUCH TIME ON YOUR HANDS!!!!!!
This is just STUPID!! How old are you anyway?
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On 2006-06-03 06:32:00, Anonymous wrote:
"okay... just for the record here..YOU HAVE WAY TO MUCH TIME ON YOUR HANDS!!!!!!
This is just STUPID!! How old are you anyway? "
HEHEHEHEHE.......Apparently old enough to get under your skin Ruthie Ann :rofl: :rofl: :rofl: :rofl: :rofl: :rofl: :rofl: :rofl: :rofl: :rofl: :rofl: :rofl:
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::bigsmilebounce:: ::bwahaha2:: ::bwahaha:: ::bandit:: ::bandit:: ::bandit:: ::bandit::
More! More!
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On 2006-06-03 05:36:00, Anonymous wrote:
"How about this one?
Ruthie Ann touched my junk liberally. She strapped me in to his Straightmobile and she couldn't keep her offensive hands off of me.
Shouldn't it have been "her" Straightmobile? Or are you just confused as to Ruth Ann's gender? This is understandable, she used to be a man before having surgery in Sweden.
Otherwise, an excellent piece of literary work.
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On 2006-06-05 03:18:00, Anonymous wrote:
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On 2006-06-03 05:36:00, Anonymous wrote:
"How about this one?
Ruthie Ann touched my junk liberally. She strapped me in to his Straightmobile and she couldn't keep her offensive hands off of me.
Shouldn't it have been "her" Straightmobile? Or are you just confused as to Ruth Ann's gender? This is understandable, she used to be a man before having surgery in Sweden.
Otherwise, an excellent piece of literary work."
The Straightmobile still belonged to Miller, she was just using it that day. :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol:
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Thank you for clarifying that!
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Did I ever mention the time I fucked Miller's wife, Ruth? I was on 3rd phase and going to school at Mirror Lake in St. Petersburg, when one day, after school, I heard an older female voice call from behind me. I turned around, surprised to see Ruth Newton.
"I'm giving you a ride today", she said, flashing that sexy smile of hers and indicating a large Cadillac with tinted windows.
"Thanks Mrs. Newton. I love you, Mrs. Newton", I replied, holding her door open for her. I went around to the other side of the car and was shocked to see a bottle of Cutty Sark and a couple of shot glasses in plain sight, right next to a tray of sensimilla and a mirror with two fat, white rails laid out on it.
"Don't be nervous" she said, "we'll just have a little party here. It'll be our little secret." She uncapped the Cutty and took a long pull, then passed me the bottle. I tilted my head back for a long draw of scotch, and heard her snorting up a line as I felt her hand groping at my cock and balls. I took another deep draw from the bottle as fear, revulsion ,and a sick sense of desire filled me.
"It's OK" she said, "here--do a line"
I took the mirror she handed me, and the rolled up $100 bill, and bent down to see my wild-eyed reflection in the mirror as she unzipped my pants.
"I've never done coke before" I said, kind of nervously.
"Oh, that's not cocaine, silly boy, that's PCP. It's very decadent. Miller and I like to do it when we watch bestiality movies we made on our honeymoon".
"Oh", I said, feeling my dick reluctantly getting hard to her touch and a buzzing noise in my head.
"Why don't you roll us a joint?" she said, right before she bent down and swollowed my engorged prick and began skillfully fellating me.
"Sure" I said, feeling hazy yet strangely aroused as she continued inhaling my shaft.
Suddenly she stopped sucking, sat up, and told me to light up the joint I had barely been able to roll. As I lit it up and took a deep toke into my lungs, she pulled down the black polyester slacks she was wearing to reveal that she had no panties on. She took the joint from me, hit it a couple of times, thenthrew herself over the seat, with her ass in the air.
"FUCK ME ! FUCK ME IN THE ASS LIKE THE SLUT I AM!" she screamed, and I plunged my drug-crazed dick into her bung hole, feeling her convulse with joy as I buried my dick in her ass.
She passed the joint back to me and I hit it again and again as I continued probing her anus with my johnson. Sweat poured down my face and I continued to pump her butt as I wiped the perspiration of my forehead. She began screaming again, making wild animal noises, and just as I was about to cum, she yelled out "Look over your shoulder RIGHT NOW!"
Startled, I did as she said, and what I saw when I did was a sight I will never foget. Over my shoulder I saw Miller Newton, dressed in a torn Girl Scout uniform, furiously masturbating himself as he watched us. Then he pulled out a bible, and opened it up so he could ejaculate within it's pages.
I guess it was the PCP, maybe the weed, or the scotch, but I statred laughing. Ruthie slapped me across the face and said " You just got yourself a 3-day Away From Home, Druggie".
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Miller Newton looked up from the scrotum of the German Shepherd he was sucking off to see that the clock indicated it was time for his next client to come over to the church office and give a rimjob. He cursed after he spit out the dog's penis, hating that he had to quit his favorite pastime in order to make a little cash. "Oh well", he thought, I guess it's business before pleasure", although he knew he would enjoy eating Butch's feces, just not as much as sucking Rover's dick. Soon, the government official had satisfied his perverse yearnings and Miller was in possession of a promise to help expedite his reception of "faith-based" funds for his new rehab program.
Miller called Ruthie on the intercom and told her to come over to his office, as he had a treat for her. Ruthie stopped fingering herself, turned off the Ilsa, She-Wolf of the SS DVD she was watching, licked her fingers, and proceeded to Miller's office. Miller told her that she could lick his last trick's shit off of his face, which she immediately did. After this was done, she went back to her office to finish masturbating and watching the DVD, while Miller broke out a bottle of Tanqueray with which to toast the coming federal "faith-based" money. While grabbing the bottle out of his desk drawer, Miller noticed a photo album out of the corner of his eye and smiled. He removed the album from his desk and opened it up, after he had poured himself a tall glass of gin. Looking through the album, he became flush with warm memories---it was full of photographs he had surreptitiously taken of male clients during their strip searches at Straight, Inc. and KIDS. He noticed a once-familiar-but-now-uncommon swelling in his groin, and he slammed down the glass of Tanqueray, quickly pouring himself another, then another, before finally opening up his pants and beginning to furiously flog himself as he continued to look at the strip search photos.
Just as he was nearing orgasm, the door to his office flew open to reveal one of his favorite clients from the old days, William "Rusty" Rollins. "Looking at the good pics from the good old days again, huh, Doc?" said "Rusty" with a knowing grin, "Well, don't let me interrupt".
"Uhhhh...uhhhh....give me a couple of seconds...uhh..uhh..William, I'll uhhh...uhh be done SOON!!!" he said as he ejaculated. "Oh God yes" he sighed, smiling as "Rusty" got down on all fours to lick Miller's spunk-spew off of the office floor.
"You've still got it, Doc" said William between licks.
"Yes, I do, William, yes, I do" said Miller, contentedly drifting off to sleep, where he would dream of abusing children at his new, faith-based, federally funded teen "rehab".
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On 2006-06-06 14:00:00, Anonymous wrote:
"Miller Newton looked up from the scrotum of the German Shepherd he was sucking off to see that the clock indicated it was time for his next client to come over to the church office and give a rimjob. He cursed after he spit out the dog's penis, hating that he had to quit his favorite pastime in order to make a little cash. "Oh well", he thought, I guess it's business before pleasure", although he knew he would enjoy eating Butch's feces, just not as much as sucking Rover's dick. Soon, the government official had satisfied his perverse yearnings and Miller was in possession of a promise to help expedite his reception of "faith-based" funds for his new rehab program.
Miller called Ruthie on the intercom and told her to come over to his office, as he had a treat for her. Ruthie stopped fingering herself, turned off the Ilsa, She-Wolf of the SS DVD she was watching, licked her fingers, and proceeded to Miller's office. Miller told her that she could lick his last trick's shit off of his face, which she immediately did. After this was done, she went back to her office to finish masturbating and watching the DVD, while Miller broke out a bottle of Tanqueray with which to toast the coming federal "faith-based" money. While grabbing the bottle out of his desk drawer, Miller noticed a photo album out of the corner of his eye and smiled. He removed the album from his desk and opened it up, after he had poured himself a tall glass of gin. Looking through the album, he became flush with warm memories---it was full of photographs he had surreptitiously taken of male clients during their strip searches at Straight, Inc. and KIDS. He noticed a once-familiar-but-now-uncommon swelling in his groin, and he slammed down the glass of Tanqueray, quickly pouring himself another, then another, before finally opening up his pants and beginning to furiously flog himself as he continued to look at the strip search photos.
Just as he was nearing orgasm, the door to his office flew open to reveal one of his favorite clients from the old days, William "Rusty" Rollins. "Looking at the good pics from the good old days again, huh, Doc?" said "Rusty" with a knowing grin, "Well, don't let me interrupt".
"Uhhhh...uhhhh....give me a couple of seconds...uhh..uhh..William, I'll uhhh...uhh be done SOON!!!" he said as he ejaculated. "Oh God yes" he sighed, smiling as "Rusty" got down on all fours to lick Miller's spunk-spew off of the office floor.
"You've still got it, Doc" said William between licks.
"Yes, I do, William, yes, I do" said Miller, contentedly drifting off to sleep, where he would dream of abusing children at his new, faith-based, federally funded teen "rehab". "
Did I ever mention the time I fucked Miller's wife, Ruth? I was on 3rd phase and going to school at Mirror Lake in St. Petersburg, when one day, after school, I heard an older female voice call from behind me. I turned around, surprised to see Ruth Newton.
"I'm giving you a ride today", she said, flashing that sexy smile of hers and indicating a large Cadillac with tinted windows.
"Thanks Mrs. Newton. I love you, Mrs. Newton", I replied, holding her door open for her. I went around to the other side of the car and was shocked to see a bottle of Cutty Sark and a couple of shot glasses in plain sight, right next to a tray of sensimilla and a mirror with two fat, white rails laid out on it.
"Don't be nervous" she said, "we'll just have a little party here. It'll be our little secret." She uncapped the Cutty and took a long pull, then passed me the bottle. I tilted my head back for a long draw of scotch, and heard her snorting up a line as I felt her hand groping at my cock and balls. I took another deep draw from the bottle as fear, revulsion ,and a sick sense of desire filled me.
"It's OK" she said, "here--do a line"
I took the mirror she handed me, and the rolled up $100 bill, and bent down to see my wild-eyed reflection in the mirror as she unzipped my pants.
"I've never done coke before" I said, kind of nervously.
"Oh, that's not cocaine, silly boy, that's PCP. It's very decadent. Miller and I like to do it when we watch bestiality movies we made on our honeymoon".
"Oh", I said, feeling my dick reluctantly getting hard to her touch and a buzzing noise in my head.
"Why don't you roll us a joint?" she said, right before she bent down and swollowed my engorged prick and began skillfully fellating me.
"Sure" I said, feeling hazy yet strangely aroused as she continued inhaling my shaft.
Suddenly she stopped sucking, sat up, and told me to light up the joint I had barely been able to roll. As I lit it up and took a deep toke into my lungs, she pulled down the black polyester slacks she was wearing to reveal that she had no panties on. She took the joint from me, hit it a couple of times, thenthrew herself over the seat, with her ass in the air.
"FUCK ME ! FUCK ME IN THE ASS LIKE THE SLUT I AM!" she screamed, and I plunged my drug-crazed dick into her bung hole, feeling her convulse with joy as I buried my dick in her ass.
She passed the joint back to me and I hit it again and again as I continued probing her anus with my johnson. Sweat poured down my face and I continued to pump her butt as I wiped the perspiration of my forehead. She began screaming again, making wild animal noises, and just as I was about to cum, she yelled out "Look over your shoulder RIGHT NOW!"
Startled, I did as she said, and what I saw when I did was a sight I will never foget. Over my shoulder I saw Miller Newton, dressed in a torn Girl Scout uniform, furiously masturbating himself as he watched us. Then he pulled out a bible, and opened it up so he could ejaculate within it's pages.
I guess it was the PCP, maybe the weed, or the scotch, but I statred laughing. Ruthie slapped me across the face and said " You just got yourself a 3-day Away From Home, Druggie".
Thanks!!!! You guys are great!!!! More of this shit coming soon, I promise!!! Your support has inspired me to start up with the "Str8 H8 fiction" again, and I am deeply moved. Again, my thanks.
IDNB