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Where Bluejay's Been
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| Fritz Wuehler 2006-01-29, 8:49 pm |
| The blacks were eager to get back to their captives. There was much to be
done before the nightly lockdown, when the captives would be thrown down the
stairs of the zoo, where they would hopefully stumble back to their
respective groups to relate their tails of woe.
Henry had decreed that the victims be made to wait one hour before the
festivities could begin and that hour was now up.
Five inmates piled back into Bluejay's cell. The Spanish boy had been praying
to God for forgiveness for the horrible things he had done in the past. He
had taken his hour to regret every scared young guy he had participated in
introducing into the darker side of prison life.
He promised God that if he survived this he would try to make it up to them
somehow. He had no idea how to go about it, but was sure he would find a
way.
Bluejay heard them laughing and apparently getting undressed behind him. Then
he felt a hard slap on his XXX. "Yeah, XXXXX we are gonna do you up nice." A
deep, black voice said slapping him again, "I get to go first on that smooth
pussy you got."
"Man PUNK that XXXXX!" Another shouted as they all started to scream at him
at once,
"Show that rice eating motherXXXXer all about black dick, punk
motherXXXXer!" Five sets of hands slapped, pinched, and punched at him.
"XXXXX motherXXXXer!" a hard slap to his thigh
"Yo TURN that niggah out!"
"Skinhead's PUNK!" a punch to the side that knocked the wind out of him.
"White Man's XXXXX!"
And so it continued, in a barrage of insults, punctuated by blows to his
body
Bluejay then felt a rough finger thrust up his XXXXXXX. Unlike the pleasure he
had been starting to feel with Troy, there was no pleasure now. Only an
extreme, urgent unpleasantness that Bluejay was quite sure would be screaming
pain before long.
A slap to his face got him to open his eyes. There was a large, thick,
sagging dark cock about a half-inch away from his face. He turned his head,
only to have a rough black hand turn it back to face the open cell. He
struggled, trying to get his bound hands free.
Bluejay clamped his mouth shut, but two long, dirty fingers pried his lips
open with another strong hand clamping on his jaw like a vice. It wasn't the
pain in his jaw that got Bluejay to open his mouth, however, it was the now,
five fingers up his XXX. It seemed like somebody was trying to fit his whole
fist in there!
Bluejay screamed so loud, he instantly hurt his throat.
"Man stuff something in that bitches mouth!" said the guy from behind who
was still unable to get his whole hand inside Bluejay. He kept trying.
"Yo I got something for you XXXXX!" The guy at his mouth, succeeded in
getting his huge cock down Bluejay's throat, keeping his fingers at Bluejay's
lips and his other hand still clamped threateningly at Bluejay's jaw.
So this was what Troy had saved him from? This was what would happen to him
probably for days at a time if not for the skinhead's protection? Bluejay had
never wished more strongly for Troy's presence. He made another promise to
himself, as the guy at his XXX gave up trying with his fist, and instead
settled for his cock.
He promised himself that the next time he saw Troy he would kiss his feet
and beg him never to leave.
The guy XXXXing his XXX was slapping him as he drove what felt to be a cock
the size of a telephone pole into Bluejay. He felt it travel into his body,
deeper than seemed possible. The weight on his back from the black guy
pumping his XXX was also painful.
In fact so many different painful things overwhelmed Bluejay at once that he
couldn't keep track. He could only focus on whatever hurt most for that
second. One moment it might be the cock in his XXX that now felt like it was
hitting some organ and doing internal damage, and the next it was a
cigarette burn to his back.
The guy in his mouth came all over his face, and was replaced by another,
equally large cock. The second guy slapped Bluejay's face the entire time he
was forced to such that cock, causing Bluejay's nose to start bleeding.
The guy on his back came in a loud roar and after a moment, rolled off him.
He was quickly replaced by another, and then another. Bluejay's ordeal only
lasted about three hours, but to him it felt like a lifetime. Whoever wasn't
XXXXing or getting sucked by him at any given moment, spent that time either
punching him, burning his tender flesh, which was now covered in the sweat
of pain, with a cigarette. At one point he was aware of a guy jerking off to
the side, and cuming on his back, which made the cigarette burns sting.
Bluejay passed out shortly after the fourth one mounted his XXX.
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| Anonymous 2006-01-29, 8:49 pm |
| In article <e3cb0f2bb286768fa5583a5f6d9595f7@msgid.frell.theremailer.net>
Fritz Wuehler <fritz@spamexpire-200601.rodent.frell.theremailer.net> wrote:
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> "Yo I got something for you XXXXX!" The guy at his mouth, succeeded in
> getting his huge cock down Bluejay's throat, keeping his fingers at Bluejay's
> lips and his other hand still clamped threateningly at Bluejay's jaw.
Is this the sequel to Brokeback Mountain?
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| Thomas J. Boschloo 2006-01-29, 8:49 pm |
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Anonymous wrote:
> In article <e3cb0f2bb286768fa5583a5f6d9595f7@msgid.frell.theremailer.net>
> Fritz Wuehler <fritz@spamexpire-200601.rodent.frell.theremailer.net> wrote:
>
> Is this the sequel to Brokeback Mountain?
Nah, just some immature attempts to shock us and make us hate free and
unrestricted speech. Nothing to worry about.. I even doubt he wrote it
himself. Just a simple search and replace on some other text. I bet
Hollywood would sue his anonymous XXX for that. Glad he doesn't post the
scripts of yet to be released movies :-) Then we would really be in
trouble..
<g>
Thomas
- --
Robert Heinlein: "When in danger or in doubt, run in circles, scream and
shout"
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| DontPisssomuchonMe 2006-01-29, 8:49 pm |
| "He made another promise to himself, as the guy at his XXX gave up
trying with his fist, and instead settled for his cock. He promised
himself that the next time he saw Troy he would kiss his feet and beg
him never to leave."
Well, whoever wrote this raunchy, raw, somewhat-mocking horrorish
orchestra of literary beauty must truly know what it 'tis to lose a
man... and n'ary a man evermore--it was Troy--yes, t'was him all
along... with his dark, sinister gaze. If it weren't for that almost
dangerous stare--ah, neither it t'weren't his boyish playfulness
nary--although it was obvious which feeling was unique and distinctly
Troy's.
Yes. "Indeed" he said, while turning to face the crowd, "in almost
nine of ten gutters, from here to Evenheim Square... we did search, as
if we were all but little girls, each of us searching for that one
special thing we had together lost earlier that day. Like 5 small,
helpless, innocent little darling baby girls. We. Us. And when our
eyes met, they danced a moment's spurt, only for our brows turning
upwards, twisting our faces into a rancourous wail of sorrow. Long,
low moans of sorrow... as together we took arms and wept. Much, as
fact, like the original Troy. But we. WE... We, see, WE wept in
peace. The other Troy, as most of us agreed, had wept in pieces," as
he quickly glanced backward toward the other door, startled.
It was then we knew that the voice he heard--now, still
unintelligible--it was a familiar voice. And, soon those sounds formed
consonants, vowels, and finally words... Louder, clammering, louder
from the hallway, calling "TROY!" Again, another exasperating shout:
"T--TROY!!" the stranger stammered with gusto.
It couldn't be. "None of this could really be happening," thought
Troy. "Not now... after we had only come so close to finding the gap
to bridge the containment... God, PLEASE no Jesus! Please, Jesus say
no. JUST SAY NO!" But even through this wicked place where thoughts
became prayers and then suddenly whirled to hope-- when, alas--as Troy
had come to expect these days, the hope would vanish. Quicker now to
depart than it t'was to come. "It's happening." he thought, "This is
real, and so this is really really real and there's really nothing I
can do except center and focus myself to stay within reality..."
"Wishful thinking, sure..." A voice from his no-so-distant past chimed
in. Without welcome, I might add.
-an excerpt from a larger autobiographical work entitled, "Scenes from
an Autobiographical Sketch; Words Unanswered, while Prayers stay
Answered: A brief wandering epoch of a man struggling with the man he
once was, trying to break free from a past riddled with homoerotic sex
and imaginary male playmates--always imaginary, of course, because they
were, in fact, women whose bodily proportions more closely resembled a
sort of man's body. or perhaps, a very young, or awkward, or very
obese one--in fact, the closer I come to a man's body, the sooner I
fell suddenly into my present pickle; that's right--right now, with
fresh aspirations. Me? I'm high as a cloud and gay as a kite in a
story that could only rival the ones your mother spoke of in your
childhood: One man's struggle to wedge himself inside another older
man--even though he hadn't anticipated the older gentleman's swollen
prostate gland, normal for his age, yet very different for him.
tighter, firmer... harder in fact." written by Don Owen Wells
Thomas J. Boschloo wrote:
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> Anonymous wrote:
>
> Nah, just some immature attempts to shock us and make us hate free and
> unrestricted speech. Nothing to worry about.. I even doubt he wrote it
> himself. Just a simple search and replace on some other text. I bet
> Hollywood would sue his anonymous XXX for that. Glad he doesn't post the
> scripts of yet to be released movies :-) Then we would really be in
> trouble..
>
> <g>
> Thomas
> - --
> Robert Heinlein: "When in danger or in doubt, run in circles, scream and
> shout"
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| Thrasher Remailer 2006-01-29, 8:49 pm |
| In <43dba495$0$11076$e4fe514c@news.xs4all.nl>, nospam@hccnet.nl wrote:
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>Anonymous wrote:
>
>Nah, just some immature attempts to shock us and make us hate free and
>unrestricted speech. Nothing to worry about.. I even doubt he wrote it
>himself. Just a simple search and replace on some other text. I bet
>Hollywood would sue his anonymous XXX for that. Glad he doesn't post the
>scripts of yet to be released movies :-) Then we would really be in
>trouble..
>
ok,.. serious question here..
Where DO I need to look for scripts of yet to be released movies?
I don't plan on posting it, I just need the script for Spiderman 3
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| Thomas J. Boschloo 2006-01-29, 8:49 pm |
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Thrasher Remailer wrote:
> In <43dba495$0$11076$e4fe514c@news.xs4all.nl>, nospam@hccnet.nl wrote:
[snip]
>
> ok,.. serious question here..
>
> Where DO I need to look for scripts of yet to be released movies?
>
> I don't plan on posting it, I just need the script for Spiderman 3
I would start at the source. Maybe get a minor role in a movie and steal
the script from the set. Then ocr scan it and post it through a remailer..
If you are Kevin Mitnick you might be able to get it in a more creative
way. He wrote the book "The art of Deception" which shows the line of
thinking of a social engineer.
hth,
Thomas
- --
Robert Heinlein: "When in danger or in doubt, run in circles, scream and
shout"
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