Post by: Idreamofnewtonsburning on February 26, 2004, 01:40:00 AM
I had been hired by a wealthy developer from south Florida to investigate certain rumors and allegations regarding his son's predilection for unnatural relationships, one he had received "treatment" for at KIDS of New Jersey in the 90s. It seems the old man was getting into politics, nothing major, but even a small-time elected official can use his leverage to affect a lucrative change in his personal finances. The old man didn't want some nancy-boy kid blowing things with the voters, so he wanted someone to keep tabs on the kid and make sure he didn't get too flambouyant with his lifestyle, at least until the election was over.
I trailed the kid for a couple of days, and there didn't seem to be anything the old man should know about. He was the one covering my bill of $800 a day, plus expenses, and my job was to keep tabs on the young man. I didn't care one way or the other the who or what the kid liked to go to bed with, the only thing I was doing was surveillance. I would bet that Daddy had told his boy that there would be no allowance check coming next month if he embarrassed the family before the electorate.
Anyway, about five days into it, I follow the kid's BMW down to Madeira Beach. I'm not too familiar with the area, and the kid actually left me stuck behind a light. A cop was beside me so I couldn't run the light, but eventually I sighted the BMW, idling down the street from what looked like the Christ of the Sea Church. The brake light was on and I saw a figure get into the car from the open passenger side door. The door closed, the brake lights went off, and the BMW drove on, with my grey sedan following at a discrete distance.
The BMW drove a winding path, as if trying to evade pursuit, but I'm pretty much an old pro at this game, and I manged to follow the kid. He pulled into a subdivision and I let him go ahead a couple of blocks before I turned in. I slowly crept through the neighborhood, parking my car a few houses down from where the BMW was parked. I pulled up the For Sale sign in the yard and made my way casually around the house, then through the neighboring yards until I found a good vantage point in a tree behind the fenced back yard where I could get a good glimpse of the goings on at the target house. I broke out my camera and binoculars and made ready to film what I saw. I had heard some splashing around in what I inferred to be a swimming pool, I confirmed this with visual observation.
Sure enough, the kid was getting his homo freak on. There at poolside, he was strutting around naked, with a hard-on, jacking off on another man, an older man, No!...it can't be...it is...it IS...Miller Newton! Miller Newton, bastion of all things moral and decent, getting spunked on by some guy forty years younger than him! I almost broke out in laughter, but I am, after all, a professional, so I began recording the images on my camera and immediately uploaded them to my laptop in the car.
Miller and the kid performed all kinds of depraved acts, many involving his priest costume, many involving the yappy little Jack Russell terrier that kept leaping by the pool, and some involving both.
Eventually, I guess the two kooks got tired of the animal act and decided to go for some rough trade. The kid went inside, then returned to poolside with a suitcase that he placed on top of a glass patio table and opened. I heard him say, "Come here, Slave Bitch" as he grabbed a cat-o-nine-tails and a pair of metal cuffs from the suitcase.
"Yes, Master, I heard Miller reply, as he pulled his naked body out of the pool and knelt beside the kid.
The kid then chained Miller's wrists to the pool ladder, and began flogging him savagely. Then he penetrated Miller anally with a large, black dildo, pissing on Miller's bald head and commanding him to lap up the piss that collected on the patio, an order that was obeyed instantly.
This type of weirdo shit continued for a while, and my camera recorded a good bit of it. However, enough was enough, and I had a pretty good idea of how to handle the situation. I jumped into the back yard, pulling my Ruger and yelling "Hold it right there to the kid, who was just about to give Miller a jalapeno juice enema.
The looks of shock and surprise were truly a Kodak moment. "Listen, kid,I was hired by a certain MR.---------, a man with certain political ambitions. You know the man I'm speaking of, correct?" The kid nodded.
"Then you also know that your financial future could come to a bleak and abrupt end if that gentleman were to find out what was going on here."
He nodded again.
"Then listen up, kid. Get dressed and get the hell out of here. Don't ever mention that you have ever seen me in your life. I spent the last half-hour filming you two, and if I don't periodically enter a code into my computer, the last half-hour will be emailed to the gentleman I mentioned earlier. You understand?"
The kid didn't nod, just grabbed his clothes and put them on, then left out a side gate. Miller looked at me, horrified as I took close-up pictures of him. The kid had put a ballgag on him, so all he could do was whimper as I savagely kicked him in the genitals. This seemed to arouse him, so I stopped. I went over to the open suitcase and found a pair of leg irons and a jar of honey. I slapped the leg irons on Miller, securing his legs to the pool ladder. I poured the honey over his crotch. Then I went into the yard and dug up an ant pile with my gloved hands, carried the ants across the yard, and dropped them on Miller. It took a few trips, and I got bitten a couple of times, but I did it. Then I lit up a cigarette and blew the smoke in his face, saying, "Well, Miller, you've certainly got a lot to answer for, and nothing I could do to you would be enough to begin to pay you back for all the pain you have caused. I put the cigarette out on his right nipple to accentuate my speech. I'm just gonna leave you here with the ants for a little while. Then I'm gonna email a couple of those pics, with the kid's face blurred out, of course, to a few interested parties. Remember, asshole, I'll be out there, and so will others, waiting to exact our revenge. Live in fear, shithead" I said as I kicked him in the face.
I left the way I came. It had been a long day, and I was tired. I drove to the office, where a bottle of Scotch waited.
(Then I woke up. What a weird dream!) :smokin:
Post by: Anonymous on February 26, 2004, 04:02:00 PM
Post by: Froderik on February 26, 2004, 04:15:00 PM
Piss off and don't read it then, idiot..
Post by: Therion on February 26, 2004, 04:17:00 PM
The thing is.. I think if it makes you feel good and doesnt hurt or degrade your "partner"
then anything goes..
However I also think that needs to be kept either private or on a Porno forum..
That was actually an alright story until it turned overtly porno..
The thing about porno and sex is..its something most people like..WHEN THEY CHOOSE TO SEE/READ/DO IT..
Otherwise its just offensive..
I personally dont give a shit..I have seen things that make your little stories boring..
I have personally watched more people fall over dead than I care to remember..(that needle is a real motherfucker you know)
But I just think its stupid to put that shit on here dude...Its boring..you get the opposite reaction you want me to read that and go "ooh how nasty" :roll: please dude..
Its just....boring..
Post by: Anonymous on February 26, 2004, 05:04:00 PM
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On 2004-02-26 13:02:00, Anonymous wrote:
"I wish you'd quit posting crap like this. I'm not a "fan" of this type of garbage, I cosider it pornography and trash. It belongs in the garbage can, because that's the place for trash, not my mind.
So don't read it. DUH! :roll: Do you also sit and watch what you consider to be offensive on TV or a movie???? You probably turn it off or change the channel (unless you're a complete moron which is apparently a distict possibility given the fact that you continue to read what you term 'garbage'. Same principal here Darlin'...if you're not a 'fan' of this.....don't fucking read it.
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You think your pretty funny with these stories about Miller Newton--well what your saying is just as cruel as what he did. "
He's not alone in thinking it's funny. I think it's fucking HILARIOUS....and I think it's pretty fucking twisted that you would compare what is being said here to what Newton did. ASSHOLE.
Post by: Cayo Hueso on February 26, 2004, 05:05:00 PM
Everybody needs beauty as well as bread, places to play in and pray in, where nature may heal and give strength to body and soul alike.
-- John Muir
Post by: Therion on February 26, 2004, 05:31:00 PM
Post by: Anonymous on February 26, 2004, 05:33:00 PM
Post by: Froderik on February 26, 2004, 10:04:00 PM
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He's not alone in thinking it's funny. I think it's fucking HILARIOUS....and I think it's pretty fucking twisted that you would compare what is being said here to what Newton did. ASSHOLE.
Right on! Very well said. I like a woman with your moxie, Cayo..
And anon: Therion posts song lyrics (by others), not poetry..
Post by: Cayo Hueso on February 26, 2004, 10:23:00 PM
I'm not a fan of this, but I keep coming back to read it. :roll:
By 1940 the literacy figure for all states stood at 96 percent for whites. Eighty percent for blacks. Notice for all the disadvantages blacks labored under, four of five were still literate. Six decades later, at the end of the 20th century, the National Adult Literacy Survey and the National Assessment of Educational Progress say 40 percent of blacks and 17 percent of whites can't read at all. Put another way, black illiteracy doubled, white illiteracy quadrupled, despite the fact that we spend three or four times as much real money on schooling as we did 60 years ago.
--Vin Suprynowicz
Post by: Froderik on February 26, 2004, 10:40:00 PM
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I'm not a fan of this, but I keep coming back to read it
I could type a lot about thoughts that this provokes..but I like being succinct, call it lazy if you want, I don't care...
This sort of "busybodiedness" (now I *know* that ain't a word) is in and of itself at the very core of program mentality. You don't agree with or like what someone else is doing, so you want to attempt to control them in some way. Nevermind that they aren't really hurting you in any way, that's beside the point. You don't like it, and by God, you're gonna see to it that they stop, no matter WHAT...
This sort of bullshit mentality exists all over the place..the FCC, the PMRC, (they still around?) the WOD etc..etc.. AD NAUSEUM.
Ok, enough. I think you get the idea..
"WaaaaaaMBULANCE" - Too funny! :lol:
Post by: Cayo Hueso on February 26, 2004, 11:22:00 PM
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On 2004-02-26 19:40:00, Froderik13 wrote:
"WaaaaaaMBULANCE" - Too funny! :lol: "
Yeah, my oldest threw that out at my youngest one day and I thought I would DIE laughing...which REALLY pissed off my youngest.
Government can do something for the people only in proportion as it can do something to the people
Thomas Jefferson.
Post by: Anonymous on February 28, 2004, 06:17:00 PM
Post by: Anonymous on March 01, 2004, 11:34:00 AM
Post by: ehm on March 01, 2004, 12:01:00 PM
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On 2004-02-26 13:02:00, Anonymous wrote:
"I wish you'd quit posting crap like this. I'm not a "fan" of this type of garbage, I cosider it pornography and trash. It belongs in the garbage can, because that's the place for trash, not my mind. You think your pretty funny with these stories about Miller Newton--well what your saying is just as cruel as what he did. "
Awesome. Love the "Mr. Show" quote.
Never attempt to teach a pig to sing. It wastes your time and annoys the pig.
--Unanimous
Post by: Anonymous on March 01, 2004, 12:03:00 PM
Post by: The Butcher on March 01, 2004, 12:06:00 PM
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Awesome. Love the "Mr. Show" quote
I don't get it...What quote? Where? :???:
And who is "Mr. Show?"
Post by: ehm on March 01, 2004, 12:30:00 PM
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On 2004-02-26 14:04:00, Anonymous wrote:
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On 2004-02-26 13:02:00, Anonymous wrote:
"I wish you'd quit posting crap like this. I'm not a "fan" of this type of garbage, I cosider it pornography and trash. It belongs in the garbage can, because that's the place for trash, not my mind.
So don't read it. DUH! :roll: Do you also sit and watch what you consider to be offensive on TV or a movie???? You probably turn it off or change the channel (unless you're a complete moron which is apparently a distict possibility given the fact that you continue to read what you term 'garbage'. Same principal here Darlin'...if you're not a 'fan' of this.....don't fucking read it.QuoteYou think your pretty funny with these stories about Miller Newton--well what your saying is just as cruel as what he did. "
He's not alone in thinking it's funny. I think it's fucking HILARIOUS....and I think it's pretty fucking twisted that you would compare what is being said here to what Newton did. ASSHOLE."
I didn't read it. I skimmed it enough to get the unfunny gist of it. I agree with Ther on this one, however, this forum is unmoderated for a reason, so...
Freedom of speech, yay!! :roll: It just reminds me of the Elan board, although I don't even look at it anymore. I mean, they posted a scat site over there before! The most disturbing and disgusting thing I have ever seen. The guy who made the site did have AIDS, which I found even more tragic.
To each his own, but it's not good humor. It's obnoxious and tasteless, and wouldn?t make a funny movie either. This is just my opinion though, so there?s no need to attack me with insults to my character, or call me ?program.?
Calling someone program, who isn?t in the program anymore, in my opinion, is just a cheap shot, and holds no validity. Sorry Al, but I?ve been watching that term go around this board now for an entire year, (Happy Anniversary to me, Feb 21st!!!) and it just doesn?t apply to us anymore. :wink:
Snoochie Boochies,
Morls
The people can always be brought to the bidding of the leaders. ... All you have to do is tell them they are being attacked, and denounce the peacemakers for lack of patriotism and exposing the country to danger. It works the same in any country.
--Hermann Goering, Luftwaffe commander, sentenced to death at Nuremberg
Post by: Dr Fucktard on March 01, 2004, 12:50:00 PM
Post by: ehm on March 01, 2004, 12:53:00 PM
The law in its majestic equality, forbids all men to sleep under bridges, to beg in the streets, and to steal bread - the rich as well as the poor
--Anatole France
Post by: The Butcher on March 01, 2004, 12:55:00 PM
Is he a friend of Fucktard's? :lol:
Post by: RTP2003 on March 01, 2004, 01:02:00 PM
Post by: ehm on March 01, 2004, 01:05:00 PM
No, you do not need cable to enjoy this folks, you can purchase all three seasons!
Jails and prisons are the complement of schools; so many less as you have of the latter, so many more you must have of the former
--Horace Mann
Post by: ehm on March 01, 2004, 01:06:00 PM
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On 2004-03-01 10:02:00, RTP2003 wrote:
"Mr. Show was a sketch comedy show on HBO from 1996-99. It ran on Monday nights at midnight, so it didn't get the ratings it deserved. It starred Bob Odenkirk and David Cross, and they had NO boundaries as far as the subject matter was concerned. You can get Mr. Show on DVD, they have the first two seasons in one set, and the third season on another. The fourth season should be available soon.
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Jinx!! :wink:
To seek out the best through the whole Union, we must resort to the information which from the best of men, acting disinterestedly and with the purest motives, is sometimes incorrect.
Thomas Jefferson Letter to Elias Shipman and others of New Haven, July 12, 1801.
Post by: Froderik on March 01, 2004, 01:16:00 PM
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didn't read it. I skimmed it enough to get the unfunny gist of it. I agree with Ther on this one, however, this forum is unmoderated for a reason, so...I didn't call anyone program, least of all you. It was in response to some anon, which I take it, was you. I said...
Freedom of speech, yay!! It just reminds me of the Elan board, although I don't even look at it anymore. I mean, they posted a scat site over there before! The most disturbing and disgusting thing I have ever seen. The guy who made the site did have AIDS, which I found even more tragic.
To each his own, but it's not good humor. It's obnoxious and tasteless, and wouldn?t make a funny movie either. This is just my opinion though, so there?s no need to attack me with insults to my character, or call me ?program.?
Calling someone program, who isn?t in the program anymore, in my opinion, is just a cheap shot, and holds no validity. Sorry Al, but I?ve been watching that term go around this board now for an entire year, (Happy Anniversary to me, Feb 21st!!!) and it just doesn?t apply to us anymore.
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I could type a lot about thoughts that this provokes..etc..
This sort of "busybodiedness" (now I *know* that ain't a word) is in and of itself at the very core of program mentality. You don't agree with or like what someone else is doing, so you want to attempt to control them in some way. Nevermind that they aren't really hurting you in any way, that's beside the point. You don't like it, and by God, you're gonna see to it that they stop, no matter WHAT...
...and I still stand by that. I was talking about my thoughts about what you (anon) said.
Post by: The Butcher on March 01, 2004, 01:21:00 PM
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My name is Clem Snide. I am a private asshole. A detective, if you will. I am also a survivor of the St. Petersburg, Florida branch of Straight Inc., so you will see why my recent assignment thoroughly intrigued me. Etc...
This story was funny as hell! :rofl:
What's the f***ing problem?????
Maybe I should notify the PTA board.. :grin:
Post by: ehm on March 01, 2004, 01:24:00 PM
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I didn't call anyone program, least of all you. It was in response to some anon, which I take it, was you. I said...
Okay, sorry Schnuckums. Misunderstanding... :razz:
Thought that is silenced is always rebellious. Majorities, of course, are often mistaken. This is why the silencing of minorities is necessarily dangerous. Criticism and dissent are the indispensable antidote to major delusions.
-- ALAN BARTH, The Loyalty of Free Men, 1951.
Post by: ehm on March 01, 2004, 01:27:00 PM
He, who has nothing, and who himself belongs to another, must be defended by him, whose property he is, and needs no arms. But he, who thinks he is his own master, and has what he can call his own, ought to have arms to defend himself, and what he possesses; else he lives precariously, and at discretion.
James Burgh 1774
Post by: Dr Fucktard on March 01, 2004, 01:27:00 PM
I'll have you know that I'm on the phone to my lawyers right now..
I'll see you in hell, you druggie piece of shit!!
Post by: Froderik on March 01, 2004, 01:33:00 PM
Post by: Anonymous on March 03, 2004, 12:14:00 AM
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On 2004-02-28 15:17:00, Anonymous wrote:
"I love a good detective story :smokin: "
Well, maybe one day someone will post one here... until then.
Post by: Idreamofnewtonsburning on March 03, 2004, 12:17:00 AM
You are a veritable Rex Reed with your scathing critiques. I'll never publish here again! (you wish) :wave:
Post by: Anonymous on March 03, 2004, 12:18:00 AM
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So don't read it. DUH! :roll: Do you also sit and watch what you consider to be offensive on TV or a movie???? You probably turn it off or change the channel (unless you're a complete moron which is apparently a distict possibility given the fact that you continue to read what you term 'garbage'. Same principal here Darlin'...if you're not a 'fan' of this.....don't fucking read it.Quote
I couldn't read this and I'm not sure how anyone else could.
I couldn't even make it half way through.
I don't care how much you insult Miller, but you might consider that you are offending someone else with your fictional unimaginative snoring stories.
How dull.
Anyone got a good story to share?
Post by: Idreamofnewtonsburning on March 03, 2004, 12:25:00 AM
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Anyone got a good story to share?
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Why yes as a matter of fact I do: :wave:
Miller "Father Cassian" Newton stepped off the bus and was led into the yard of the Florida State Correctional Institute. He had been given ten years for participating in a stock fraud. Five with good behavior. Years spent basking in the glow of a flourescent light had been hard on him. His body was frail, his skin pallid. He knew he could never make it through ten years in the general population with his virginity intact. He had to get into solitary. As soon as the burly guard unshackled him he made his move. Exhaling a feminine "hmmph" he weakly slapped the guard. He was quickly taken to the ground, receiving a swift kick to the ribs before being restrained. As he was dragged to the solitary confinement cell he felt nothing but relief. "At least in solitary," he thought "I'll be safe." Unfortunately for Fr. Cassian he had picked the wrong guard to mess with.
The next few days were uneventful. The time in his cell he spent evenly between sleeping, reading a "Drug Free America" book he had gotten from the book cart, and masturbating furiously. His self-flagellation was interrupted on the fourth day. The burly guard he had attacked earlier stepped into his cell. The gleam in the guards eye and the mean grin on his face made Fr. Cassian's pecker quickly shrivel in his hand. "You fucked with the wrong man when you fucked with Trekker Jag," said the guard. "The inmates here call me The Asshole for a reason. Now come with me, punk."
The guard led him down the hall to one of several empty shower stalls. He roughly threw Fr. Cassian in the stall and locked the door. Fr. Cassian was petrified. His mind raced as he imagined the myriad of different tortures that could be in store for him. His worst fears were confirmed when the guard returned. In his hands were a short black dress, black stilleto heels, and a curly blonde wig. "Strip down and put this on, bitch." Fr. Cassian did as instructed and was pleased to notice that the dress fit well and the heels gave him a nice slimming effect. The burly guard admired the drag queen. "The GNAA is gonna love you!"
The guard left the shower stall, only to return minutes later. He opened the door and led 20 large black men into the stall. "Father Cassian, meet the Gay Nigger Association of America. GNAA, meet Father Cassian. I'm sure you all will get along fine." With that the guard slammed the shower door closed and walked away laughing.
The men approached Father Cassian, backing him into a corner. The apparent leader stepped forward. "No matter what I'm gonna fuck that purdy lil' ass of yours. Now I can fuck it dry or you can lube it up for me." Father Cassian knew he had no choice. He kneeled in front of the leader, who began to slap his face with his 10 black inches. Puss from syphilictic sores quickly covered Father Cassian's cheeks. When the leader was sufficiently aroused he placed his throbbing cock up to Father Cassian's lips. As soon as Father Cassian opened his mouth the leader violently shoved his manhood to the back of Father Cassian's throat and exclaimed "Swallow my shit you cracker bitch!" Father Cassian gagged as he was violently face fucked.
Just when he was about to pass out the leader pulled out, turned him around and shoved his cock into Father Cassian's ass. Father Cassian began to scream in agony but his cries were quickly muffled by one of the other gang member's cocks. They rode him like that for the better part of an hour. When one man finished another quickly took his place. Just as Father Cassian was getting used to the throbbing pain in his anus the men stopped. One man lay down on the floor and Father Cassian was told to get on top of him and take his dick inside him. Exhausted and humiliated, Cassian had no will left to fight. As soon as he inserted the penis another man came up behind him and began to force his cock into Father Cassian's already filled anus. Again his screams of agony were muffled, this time by a smelly black anus.
For another hour he was violated in this way. When the men were finished with him he couldn't walk and his mouth was filled with dingleberries and ass hairs. Before they all left the leader had some parting words for Father Cassian: "Thanks for that sweet piece of ass, punk. We'll see you again tomorrow. Oh by the way, we all have AIDS." It was going to be a long ten years for Father Cassian.
Post by: Anonymous on March 03, 2004, 03:31:00 PM
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On 2004-03-02 21:14:00, Anonymous wrote:
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On 2004-02-28 15:17:00, Anonymous wrote:
"I love a good detective story :smokin: "
Well, maybe one day someone will post one here... until then."
ho hum. I guess not.
Post by: Anonymous on March 10, 2004, 06:36:00 PM
Post by: Anonymous on March 10, 2004, 10:22:00 PM
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Miller and the kid performed all kinds of depraved acts, many involving his priest costume, many involving the yappy little Jack Russell terrier that kept leaping by the pool, and some involving both.
ROFLMAO!! :nworthy:
This is funny as hell!
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