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If Virgil where on fire, would you piss on him, knowing that it might extinguish the flames?

Just wondering,
IDNB

President Newton leaned back in his chair in the Oval Office, enjoying the fellatio he was receiving from his personal secretary, William "Rusty" Rollins.

Goddamn, this makes ME sick......I can't really finish this one, fans. Sorry. It just disgusts me too much.  I was going to have Trekker Jag or RTP, or maybe the Butcher assassinate Virgie at the end, but I don't want to think about a Newton Administration. It's just too much.  I can't do it right now.  Fuckme! Sorry about that.  I'll try to have another story for you soon.


Love,
IDNB

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".

....would make me jump for joy. :smokin:

Anybody interested in starting a Straight, Inc. Executive Staff :skull:  Death Pool?  Similar to 'Celebrity Death Pools', we could wager on the death dates of certain heinous Straight Execs.  One ground rule, though-- you can't kill the staff members you are betting on. That wouldn't be fair, would it--betting on a Staffer to die and then insuring it happens on that date?  So, in the interest of fairness to all the Straight Staff Death Pool participants (and only for that reason), 'taking out' Staff is prohibited.

Here are a few of the Staffers we can bet on in our Straight Executives Death Pool:

Virgil Miller Newton (of course)

Ruth Ann Newton

Mel Sembler (not Executive Staff technically, but still eligible)

Betty Sembler (same as her impotent husband)

Chris Yarnold

John Repatowski

Helen Petermann

William Rollins (Group Staff Supervisor--an Executive Staff position; therefore, eligible for betting on)


I would appreciate any other Exec's names and comments on their general health, age, lifestyle habits, etc. as this would give us a good indication of how we should bet.  For example, Repatowski is/was an overweight homosexual who smokes.  Three 'high-risk' areas that could be determining factors for betting strategies.

This could be a fun way to kill time before Time kills them.  All in good fun.

Waiting for Virgil to kick :skull:  :skull: ,

IDNB





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Stay away 12 stepper, your lies are not welcome here

Miller Newton truly disgusts me, and is one person that I would love to read about in the obituary section of the paper.  

He is a vile, evil man (a term I use loosely) and I am truly appalled that I have to breathe the same air as he does.  When he finally kicks it from whatever ailment finally does him in, it will be a great day.

I find it truly one of life's many injustices that that man is walking around free after having performed and overseen so criminal abuses against children.

His sick, power-crazed needs for control are indicative of some sort of weirdness that went on in young Virgil's life---perhaps he was assfucked by the other kids at school, or maybe by a teacher, parent or other authority figure such as a minister or priest.  This in no way excuses Miller's criminal antics, but it would help to explain them.

What kind of sadistic monster takes pride in abusing children?  Wow, you're a real man, Virgil.  You sure showed us who was boss.  How you live with yourself is beyond me-- it is actually evidence that you have no heart, soul, or conscience.  If you did you would kill yourself for all the heinous crimes you have committed, crimes which you can in no way "make amends" for.  You disgusting heap of slime, shit and putrid, Ruthie-fucking sleaze, I hope you die of a painful, slow, torturous disease that keeps you around long enough so that each of us can look you in your jaundiced eyes and tell you and your vile hag of a shit-filled whore, Ruthie, exactly how delighted we are at your suffering.  You said you wanted me to "share feelings", AND I WILL GLADLY DO SO.....FUCK OFF and DIE you evil shithead.  I, and many others fucking HATE you!

Dr. Dr. Rev. Fr. Virgil Miller "Cassian" Newton dying of a painful disease while Survivors of Straight and Kids file into his hospital room to spit, puke, or piss on him and laugh as he convulses in agony as he slowly and painfully dies. :wave:


I really hope this happens.