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Straight, Inc. and Derivatives / Miller's Bad Day
« on: June 17, 2016, 12:48:48 PM »
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 perjury and participating in bankruptcy fraud. Five with good behavior. Years spent basking in the glow of a flourescent light in his "church" office 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 Miller Newton 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 me," 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 "Dr." Newton: "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 Miller Newton.

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The Troubled Teen Industry / Drug War Horror Stories Requested
« on: June 10, 2011, 02:32:09 PM »
"I just" received this email from Americans for Safe Access.  Thought some of you may find it interesting:
    ---------------------------------------------------------------------------
    Greetings,

    If you have particularly appealing stories of individuals who have
    had their lives or careers destroyed by the marijuana laws, you might
    want to take a few minutes to share those stories with the staff of
    Rep. Jared Polis (D-CO), who will be reading some of these into the
    Congressional Record next Tuesday (see below).

    David





    From: Jared Polis <<mailto:[email protected]>[email protected]>
    Date: Thu, 9 Jun 2011 16:38:24 +0000
    To: Keith Stroup <<mailto:[email protected]>[email protected]>
    Subject: The 40 year war on drug-users


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    impact it has had on the people and families who have seen terrible,
    outsized punishment for minor, non-violent infractions.

    That's why I'm going to make a stand. On June 14th, I'm making a
    speech from the House floor demanding that we bring this
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Miller Newton touched my junk liberally. He strapped me in to his Straightplane and he
couldn't keep his offensive hands off of me. He was performing many red flag touches. I
couldnt believe what the fuck was going on. I told Miller Newton that Homeland Security would not approve
of a millionaire touching an underage kid for free. Can you believe it? Miller Newton did all this. He picked me out of the line for the body scan, strapped my arms and legs down in the Straightplane'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 "Dr." Newton care? NO WAY! He
just kept on doing it. I couldn't believe what the fuck was going on, indeed. I pleaded with
Miller Newton but to no avail. I told him the FAA and the Dept. of Homeland Security 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 flew the Straightplane over 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?????????????????????????

http://politics.blogs.foxnews.com/2010/ ... -face-fine

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Straight, Inc. and Derivatives / I'll Be So Happy When Miller Newton Dies
« on: December 15, 2008, 04:54:39 PM »
The old fucker needs to have another heart attack and DIE this time.........it sucks the old shitbag is still alive.  I'm going to laugh when I read his obituary........

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Straight, Inc. and Derivatives / Visualize Miller Newton Dead
« on: October 10, 2008, 11:31:47 AM »
I'm happy to hear about Virgil's recent heart attack, I hope he felt a lot of pain, although I'm sure it paled in comparison to the sum total of pain and suffering administered by him and his cronies.  I'd like to invite you all to join me tomarrow night at 11:59 PM Eastern time in visualizing Miller Newton having another heart attack, where he convulses in pain and agony, barely able to speak the words, "Ruth Ann, call an ambulance.....".  I'm going to visualize, to the best of my ability, Milller Newton writhing in pain, losing control of his bowels and bladder, frothing at the mouth, and hopelessly clutching his chest as his final minutes tick away slowly.  I'm going to picture Miller Newton twitching helplessly as his heart spasms.  I'm going to visualize Miller Newton's face contorted in pain and fear as he realizes that his life is slowly receding, and that any medical attention will arrive too late to do anything to extend his sorry existence.  I will do these things, and project all of my hatred of Miller Newton at him, along with my hopes that he suffers to the very end of his miserable, evildoing life. :)

Then I will have a drink and a bowl of weed. :rasta:


I invite you to join me in this little psychic warfare excercise, hopefully we will wake up one morning within a week and get the good news that Miller Newton died in agony, with the last thing he was aware of being the smell of his own shit as his bowels voided themselves in his pants. ;D

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Straight, Inc. and Derivatives / Fr. Cassian Plans His Revenge
« on: August 28, 2008, 12:41:03 PM »
Miller Newton angrily hung up the telephone. "Those fuckheads keep calling and talking about Straight and KIDS!!!!" he screamed to Ruthie, who sat quietly, nodding sympathetically as she flipped through the latest issue of Animal Lover--the magazine for beastiality enthusiasts.

"Well, Dear, we've just got to apply our Serenity Prayer and accept that we can't change....." said Ruthie.

"SHUT THE FUCK UP, RUTH ANN!  Don't hand me any of that program bullshit!  I INVENTED that shit, and I know it DOESN'T WORK!!!  You know as well as I do that it was just part of the scam to help me get rich and famous by fucking up kids' lives!! Goddamn, you can be so fucking stupid sometimes!!!" he yelled as he reached into his desk drawer for a bottle of whiskey.  He tilted his head back and took a deep pull off of the bottle, capped it , and put it back in his desk drawer.  "Ahh, much better!  Now go get my priest robes, Ruth Ann, I want to masturbate in the chapel."

"As you wish, Dear" replied Ruth Ann, shuffling out of the church office to retrieve Miller Newton's priest robes.

Miller Newton sat sullenly, thinking about the many crank phone calls he had been receiving.  Calls from former clients of Straight, Inc., and KIDS, all of whom were angry, some of whom were threatening, and some who were just plain nuts.  "Goddamn that sonofabitch who keeps posting my phone number---every fucking minute I spend on the phone with some disgruntled ex-client is a minute I'm not torturing or brainwashing a kid" he thought to himself.  He reached in his desk and got out the bottle of whiskey again, took an enormous swallow from it, and left it on his desk.  He sat there, inwardly cursing the assholes who had led to his downfall.  Once a respected innovater in the field of mass child abuse, he was now a pale shadow of his former self.  The lawsuits, the protests, the late-night phone calls--all of them had taken their toll on him.  He needed to do something to restore his former vigor, something that would satisfy his yearnings to be a respected and powerful guru once again.  Sure, he still commanded the loyalty of a small group of followers, but that was nothing compared to the glory he reveled in as Clinical Director of Straight, Inc., and later, KIDS of North Jersey.  Being a small-time priest, though it did have its perks, was nothing compared to the sheer power over the lives of others that he once weilded.  It just wasn't the same.

Ruthie entered the office, carrying his priest costume on a hanger, handed it to Miller, and departed silently.  Miller put on his robes, after removing his suit, and took another pull off the bottle on his desk, draining it.  He walked out of his office, through the hallway, and entered the church sanctuary, where he saw Ruthie and a small number of followers kneeling in prayer.  "Those stupid fucks" he thought contemptuously as he walked up to the podium, giving a glance around the sanctuary to see if any new faces had appeared for this service.  Not noticing anyone other than his wife and disciples, he cleared his throat and began speaking to his tiny flock.  "Let us begin", he intoned, looking directly into the eyes of his congregants.  Ruth Ann rose from her pew, walked to the back of the chapel, grabbed a votive candle, and lit it.  She walked toward the pulpit, holding the lit candle aloft as the sound of the voices of Newton's followers began to chant in unison, "Guide us, O Great Father Cassian, guide us along the path of Thy wisdom...."

Ruthie reached the front of the chapel, still carrying the candle, as Miller Newton turned around and pulled up his priest robes, revealing his wrinkled, pimply old ass to the congregants.  He bent forward, and Ruthie, as she had done so many times before, inserted the votive candle into his ass.  The congregants rose, one by one, and came forward to kiss his ass, a few smiling in ecstasy as drops of wax fell onto their faces.  As the final parishoner rerturned to his pew, Ruthie removed the candle from Miller's anus, and placed the shit-stained end of it into her mouth, licking her lips afterwards.  She smiled peacefully as Miller Newton began to reach under his robe toward his groin, hoping to stimulate himself toward an erection.  The parishoners watched silently as he did this, as Ruthie began passing the collection plate to receive "love offerings" from them.  Passing the plate around several times, some congregants placed checks, cash or coins in it, others placed notorized letters giving Miller Newton custody of their children, still another placed nude pictures of himself and NAMBLA literature in it.  Seeing the NAMBLA literature in the offering plate, a wave of inspiration flooded Miller Newton. He smiled to himself as he once again cleared his throat and began to give a sermon........

(to be continued)

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Straight, Inc. and Derivatives / I'd Nail Virgil To A Cross.........
« on: September 06, 2007, 02:50:12 PM »
I'd nail Virgil to a cross, but I'm worried dipshits would start praying to him a few years later, so I won't.

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Straight, Inc. and Derivatives / AN old favorite for the fans
« on: August 10, 2006, 03:23:27 AM »
Thanks for all the fan mail!  Look forward to my new story "Secret Drug Free America Foundation Initiaion Rites", coming soon to Fornits!  In the mean time, hope this one satisfies that "Str8 Hate" craving you know you have, deep inside your heart.

The other night, I had a dream I beat the shit out of Miller Newton with a crow bar.  I woke up laughing!


Love ya!

IDNB

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SPYING ON MILLER by IDNB                  (c.2004, all rights reserved)

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.

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!)

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Straight, Inc. and Derivatives / Psychic Experiment Redux
« on: February 20, 2006, 10:54:00 PM »
Due to the fantastic success of the first Red Temple Labs (A division of the Red Temple Cult) psychic experiment, we are calling for a second round of psychic energy projected in concert from the minds of Straight Survivors and other intersted parties against the psyche and being of Virgil Miller "Fr. Cassian" Newton.

The planned excercise in psychic warfare will commence at 12:00 AM (Eastern time) this Thursday, the 23rd of February.

The success of the first such event was amazing, with bankruptcy courts, hemmorhoidal pain, new abuse lawsuits against Virgil, and other effects which will remain confidential for the time being.  Rest assured, Miller Newton felt your psychic energy and was negatively affected.

Like the last time, we suggest you partake in drugs, ritual sex acts, or other forms of meditation prior to the expirament, in order to help focus the psychic energy for the purpose of destroying Miller Newton.  As before, picture him writhing in pain from various tortures, use your imagination.  However, Red Temple Labs suggests some of the following:  Miller Newton being devoured by wild animals, such as cats or birds ripping his flesh and eyes, Miller Newton drowning, or Miller Newton falling and sustaining an injury.  The reasons for these particular thoughtforms is that they have a place in the collective psyche, the racial consciousness shared by us all:  when we were prehuman lemur-like mammals, yet to evolve to our present form, our primary enemies were birds, cats, or reptiles, and falling or immersion in deep water meant certain death.  It is felt that the use of these particular thoughtforms as psychic weapons will provide the most devastating psychic attack on Virgil Miller Newton.  

Once again, your participation in the current psychic experiment is requested at 12:00 AM Eastern time Thursday, February 23rd.  Thank you.

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Straight, Inc. and Derivatives / Semblers, Newtons, Riddiles, etc.
« on: November 10, 2005, 10:32:00 PM »
....really fucking disgust me.

These child-abusing sacks of shit should be doing prison time for the crimes they committed against kids (child abuse), parents (fraud), and humanity (continuing to be alive).

That disgusting old swine, Mel Sembler, architect and financier of Straight, Inc. reminds me of the Heinrich Himmler, the Nazi who did the preliminary work on the Holocaust.  Fucking shameful the Hebes at the Holocaust museum let him on the board.  Yeah, I called  them "Hebes", I hope it's as much an affront to those hypocritical kikes as it was to me to be called "druggie piece of shit" by their minions who ran the teen torture gulag that I was incarcerated in, by them, for profit.

Newton I see as being a parallel to Dr. Josef Mengele, in that he exploited the Holocaust for his own sick and twisted schemes, he loved the unbridled power he had in the camp.  Like Mengele, after the Reich that was Straight fell, he absconded to another location to continue his evil work.  Again, in Mengele fashion, he took a "hands-on" approach to his vile acts, typically preying on the weak, particularly malnourished teenaged girls, whom he liked to physically abuse and torment as a way of compensating for the rejection they showed toward him in his own youth.  Either that or he's a misogynist because he can't cope with his latent homosexual tendencies..  Ever seen Ruthie in person?  Kinda butch, y'know.

Riddile seems to be like one of the Nazis that claimed he was "just following orders".  Sure, he tries to pull off an adorable Sgt. Schultz-like "I know nothing" demeanor, but in reality this cold, calculating child-abuser is more like Adolf Eichmann, unrepentant to the end. Fucking swine.

Lowenberg, Eckerd, and the rest of the diabolical scum behingd the formation of Straight, well, I'm not familiar enough with the particulars of their antics, but I bet you they knew what the fuck was going on there.  Maybe I'll research them a bit more and find the appropriate Nazis to compare them to.

Hitler? Well, that would be none other than Mel Sembler's disgusting consort, Betty Sembler, mouthpiece for and fanatical believer in their proto-fascist movement.  By casting drug-users, or even 'rebellious' teens as the "enemy within", Betty Sembler is guilty of creating an atmosphere similar to the one the Nazis created for the Jews in pre-War Germany.  Stigmatization, denial of employment rights, confiscation of property without trial, incarceration, and an "end justifies the means" mentality are only some of the traits that the Drug War that Betty Sembler champions and the Nazi crimes against the Jews share in common.  Betty Sembler is a hypocrite of the highest order, a strange hybrid of Nazi and Jew.

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Straight, Inc. and Derivatives / Scene from Virgil's Childhood
« on: June 03, 2005, 01:06:00 PM »
Young Virgil was giving his mother a good fuck.  

She slapped him across the face after she came, then roped him to a chair, force-feeding him water chestnuts that had been in her ass.  She left him tied to the chair until he had shit his pants several times.

This episode from Virgil's childhood explains a lot.

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Straight, Inc. and Derivatives / An old favorite--from
« on: May 06, 2005, 12:09:00 PM »
Here's an old chestnut I call "Spying On Miller".  Hope you enjoy seeing it again.  BTW, I had a dream about beating the shit out of Virgil with a crow bar the other night.  I woke up laughing!

Love ya!

IDNB

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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.

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!)

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Straight, Inc. and Derivatives / Virgil and Mel at the Circle Jerk
« on: February 24, 2005, 09:01:00 PM »
Another beautiful dream:

The Rev. Dr. Dr. Virgil Miller "Fr. Cassian" Newton moaned sensually as he masturbated, and was masturbated by, the Hon. Mel Sembler at a circle jerk attended by Straight supporters.

Mel groaned with lustful bliss as Miller Newton caressed his testicles, then firmly grabbed his shaft and squeezed, pleasing him as only Miller knew how to do.

Mel came first, ejaculating on a Hardee's biscuit that had been placed in the center of the circle.  Miller did his best to hold back, wanting the reward that was bestowed upon the last man in the circle to ejaculate--the privelidge of eating the biscuit.

A couple of seven steppers came next, then William Rollins, former Group Staff Supervisor, then Helen Petermann (who is actually a gay man), and finally Miller Newton, who wasted no time in devouring the spunk-saturated biscuit.

"Hmmmmmm--this is delicious" thought Miller in a fit of perverse bliss, an enjoyment that was interrupted by loud kicking sounds against the door of the cheap hotel room that the Straightlings had rented for the occasion.  

Soon the door flew open and the sounds of gunfire echoed through the room, as Sembler, Newton, Rollins, and all the other Straight supporters agonizingly reached for their genitals, where they had been struck by flying lead, before slumping over and convulsing in pain.

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Straight, Inc. and Derivatives / New Virgil Story Coming Soon
« on: February 24, 2005, 11:21:00 AM »
Hey Fornits Readers!  Been a little while since I've written a new Virgil story, just wanted to let you know that one will be up later today.


This Wes Fager-style announcement brought to you by your pal, Idreamofnewtonsburning.

Idreamofnewtonsburning is sponsored by TBPITW, which he uses and endorses.

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Straight, Inc. and Derivatives / Ruthie's Nasty Cooch
« on: February 20, 2005, 10:33:00 PM »
I had a disgusting dream.  Ruth Ann Newton shot me up with crystal meth and made me lick her nasty cooch all night.

Disgusting.

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