Andrew Roller Presents
FUCK DECENCY
Issue No. 105
Naughty Naked Dreamgirls in
Bottoms in Bondage
Chapter Two
Jeff sat down next to me. The other man was across from him,
deposited between Rose and Linda. Jeff turned to me, pressed his palm to
my thigh. We were lovers, leaving on a date in his car. A sweetheart date,
in his Thunderbird.
�Jeff, take out your beautiful cock, please. We are in the coach
now,� Mistress said. Behind her the door was nearly shut. Only the most
prying eyes could see within now. Jeff rummaged in his pants but his dick
was so hard and full he couldn�t free it. Alexis bent and helped him, drew
it out at last and displayed it to all of us. �A fine prick, don�t you think,
girls?� She kissed the head, handling it even now though it needed no
further help to be free. �Seeing it will make the girls happier for the
journey they are going on,� Mistress told Jeff. �Enjoy the feel of it in the
open air. I expect you to keep it out for the rest of the time you are with
me. Do not ever hide it. Let me see it hard, or soft. Always I want to be
able to see your beautiful cock. Sometimes we may wrap your balls, just
for the sake of pleasure, but your cock should always be displayed. Even
when I send you out to chop wood for the fire, keep it displayed, though
swing the axe carefully, mind you. And when you work in the yard, in the
hot sun, keep it out. Let the sun tan it. Keep your bottom white if you
wish, to make my handprints show better if I need to spank you, but keep
your lovely cock out. And keep it hard as you can. That�s what these
females are here for. Make them help you keep yourself hard. When I am
finished with you we will celebrate by making a plaster cast of your
penis, so future girls that don�t get to meet you can get to know your cock
all the same.� Indeed he had a stunningly perfect male cock, right in all
its dimensions, long but well-muscled and wide, with a plum-sized head
to let a girl know right off when he was going up her. Even as I salivated
over it though I worried about it. He looked quite large, though naturally
so. I wished only to admire it, I told myself, unable to take my eyes off it.
Perhaps to give it a little suck too, maybe, but I would never allow such a
big cock to fuck me. Certainly not, I told myself. I would insist on
someone smaller, even if it meant mistress spanked me for my
disobedience. Yes, I would just sit in awe of it, and remember it, and put
it in the scrapbook of my mind under �Male Perfection.�
�Lisa! Sweet Darling, you look like a kitty staring at its first
parakeet!� Alexis laughed at me. �You will most certainly take it dear, in
due time, and I won�t permit you to deny it to yourself, even if I must
spank you first. But there are quite a few of us girls here, aren�t there?
We may just wear it out before you ever get to it, honey, so don�t give me
that frightened look.� She turned back to Steve. �Yes, love, you will be
kept in service many hours of the day and night. I hope you know what you
are getting into, here.�
�I-I think I do,� Jeff nodded, both pleased and yet not quite cocky, as
most males would be, for the glint in Alexis� eye could not be denied. She
would work him like the young stallion he was. Somewhere deep down
inside I�m sure he saw himself staggering away from her bed, old before
his time, because of her insatiable lust and that of her ardent playmates.
Yet we were as uncertain and scared as he, more so, due to our bonds.
�Ah, if I had another pair of handcuffs I�d shackle you right now,�
Alexis sighed at Jeff. �Alas, in olden times only females were slaves.
The carriage was made to seat eight, with only four shackled. I must have
it modified for future trips. Four cunts and four cocks, all pleasantly
shackled, going to a Disneyland for lovers only.� She kissed his cockhead
once more, turned to our heavy-set whittler.
�Scotty! Where is your penis? Are you too shy to show it?� Alexis
asked brightly, her voice laced with mild disapproval. �No, that thing is
not your penis, Scotty, it is but wood. Are you trying to scare my poor
girls with it? Put it away and show us the real thing. Yes, take it out,
very good my man.� She did not touch it. �Have the girls kiss it for you if
you need it. They are gagged, but their lips can still graze it for you.� She
turned then, giving me my first look. A sturdy dick, not excessively long
but not unpleasantly short either. It was wide, though, as if designed to
split a girl�s cheeks, going up her at the wrong end. �Yes, dear, he
specializes in girl�s bottoms,� Alexis said to me, then left. We were
locked in with our two new companions, and the coach took off again.
�Pardon me, but you keep staring at my cock,� Jeff said to me. �Do
you mind if I look at your cunt? It is very pretty.� He leaned forward,
observed me as if studying some curious depression in sand, rimmed by
leaves. �Yes, very tight looking, reminds me of my girlfriend. I had to
plow her many times before I could let her bear children. Didn�t want to
have the baby�s head break anything, you know. SOMETHING has to give way
when that head comes popping through. Much larger than my cockhead, by
the way, a baby�s head is. But I fucked her until I felt she could take it,
widened her a little with false objects, too, making her wear them in the
final months, to get her ready. She delivered a fine, healthy baby, you�ll be
glad to know, and is now trying to recover her figure. Unfortunately, she
met some guy at work, twice her age, and ran off with him and the baby.
He wanted to be a father or something, claimed he could tease her with all
kinds of sex fantasies. I knew nothing of that, save what I�d read in one
book about widening girls, figured I�d better find out. Do you think I�ve
made the right choice, picking Mistress Alexis?�
He looked at me (in the face now), actually expecting to get an
answer from a girl who was gagged. I looked at him, then down at his
dick. Finally, swallowing my pride, I nodded �yes.�
�Good,� he replied. �What do you think, Scotty? Will we learn a lot
from Mistress Alexis?�
�You will, sonny, what�s your name?� the ruddy man asked.
�Jeff,� the young man replied.
�Ah,� a nice name, Scotty said. �I say, you�ve got a nice dick there,
son. Always remember that mine was twice as long until I visited
Mistress Alexis, back in �94.� He laughed. Jeff laughed too, uneasily.
Together we rolled on, silent now, a curious collection of bound
maidens and unbound Prometheuses, with Venus up front driving the
carriage. The streetlights flashed by, glinting briefly twixt the shrouding
curtains. The lights went out this time, it was a longer ride.
Next stop we received a gentleman of an entirely different calibre.
He seemed a born leader, and did not hesitate to evaluate our worthiness
as soldiers of love upon entering the coach. Even Jeff he looked over,
nodded approvingly, unzipped himself to compare dicks and showed us he
was almost as fine.
�Sir, where is your partner?� Mistress asked him. They stood, as if
husband and wife, though I guessed they had not met before.
�He fucked a whore last weekend and got the clap,� the man replied.
�I would not allow him to come.�
�Poor soul,� Mistress said. �He had an excellent penis, judging from
the photo he sent me. We shall not have to worry about such things,
thankfully. We can fuck with abandon. We have all been �vetted,� as they
say, thanks in part to your watchfulness.� Mistress introduced him as
Arthur and he sat down opposite me, put a hand on her thigh but looked at
me with his eyes. Unblushingly I gazed down at his cock. It was almost
becoming a normal thing now, inspecting each man�s equipment as he
boarded. He admired my frankness and stared with his own approval at my
forcibly offered charms.
�You must be the fourth,� Arthur said to Mistress. �But first, do not
deny me the glory of your charms.� She was within reach and he reached
up and ripped her dress from her. Alexis gasped but had time to do nothing
more. The dress was gone before she could even think to stop him. I saw
that she had slipped into a garter and stockings sometime after the foam
dance, then concealed the addition by the rumpled appearance of her dress.
�You are beautiful,� Arthur said. �Go fetch us some wine so we may drink
on the journey.�
�But dear, I�m naked,� Alexis protested, in a voice that expected him
to back down.
�Out, woman!� Arthur slapped her rump. She squealed, not entirely
from pleasure. �Get out there and do not mind your nudity. Be quick about
it or I will drive you around the entire block nude, you running and me
following with a switch!�
Alexis complied, though hesitantly, slipping outside and returning
soon with a wineskin. �Freshly stomped, sir, by my bare feet, then chilled
for a night and a day for our party,� she said, presenting him with the
wineskin.
�What shall the girls have?� Arthur asked her.
�Why wine, sir, so that they protesteth less.�
�No, I will not anesthetize them,� Arthur replied to her. �I want
them to feel the full force of my blows. Get water for them. They look
thirsty to me and I do not wish to see them denied.� We were a little dry-
mouthed, I admit, owing to our circumstances, though I did not think we
looked particularly thirsty. Alexis, nonetheless, left the carriage again,
and soon returned with a wooden bucket and a ladle.
�Rose, darling, sit on my lap,� Alexis said, for she wanted to sit
down next to Arthur. Compliantly Rose stood and let mistress scoot in
behind her, then draw her bottom down onto her soft thighs. Rose sat
higher now, across from me, and did not seem to mind her perch for it
lowered her arms some in relation to her head. Like a baby clinging gently
to a crib she looked now, her breasts bobbing as the carriage began to roll.
Mistress kissed her in her hair, then held her titties awhile, feeling them
jiggle like jello in her lightly clasping hands. �Ah, how sweet you are,
Rose,� Mistress cooed. �Too young, I think, for such games, or too
innocent, but we are started already and it is too late to go back. I shall
see that you are not hurt too much. Just enough for educational purposes,
to help train you. Sandra I will work hardest, of course. She is behind in
her lessons and must be caught up. And Linda is wilful. She must be
broken, that is the main thing. And ah, Lisa,� she whispered in Rose�s ear,
though audibly, so we all could hear. �She is so young and strong and fine-
bodied, though she knows it not, being so slim. But her bosoms betray her.
They are big and ready. I will work her upon Jeff, perhaps, if I can bear it,
seeing him in another. She is fit for all our games and I wish to see her in
every one.�
�And what of you, woman?� Arthur asked. �Do not think you are just
going to lie about and toy with Jeff as it pleases you.� I have plans for
your arse.
�And I for your dick, Sir,� Mistress replied. She batted her eyes at
him in a disingenuous way, as if she was not at all ready to cede her
leadership to him. �You will have to do double-duty due to the absence of
your friend, I hope you know. You should have watched over him better
than you did.�
�I�ll manage,� he replied. There was a certainty in his voice, a
sureness, as if he had been tested before and come through with flying
colors.
�Ah, it will be a wonderful party!� Alexis sighed. She bounced
beside Arthur like Queen Guineivere, Maid Marion in her lap. It was a
strange assemblage, all the females nude and the men clothed in smart
suits, save for their waggling cocks. A phone rang. Mistress pulled a
small folding phone from behind Rose�s head. It had been secreted in the
wall, unseen by me til now. �Yes?� she answered. She listened. At last
she hung up.
�God?� Arthur asked her. �Attempting to dissuade us from our
crimes?�
�My master,� Alexis replied. Her face was slate, expressionless. �A
heartless and cruel man to whom I willingly enslaved myself a year ago. A
mistake, but it is too late to back out now. He has given me everything;
wealth, power, and a mild cocaine addiction. I would lose everything if I
left him. Yet if I stay, I shall lose everything too, in time. He has just
returned from six months in Europe, says all the prettiest girls are having
their nipples �done� there, meaning �pierced.� He wants mine pierced now
too, he says, so I can wear gold chains for him from my nipples.�
�Ah, an obscenity,� Arthur said. �But a delightful one, don�t you
think? I should like to see it,� he caught her nipples, one in each hand,
caught them despite their wiggling and pinched them hard. Alexis let out
a scream, so unexpected was the assault.
�Ow, that hurts!� she said. Arthur eased his grip but did not let go,
seemed to relish the pain he�d inflicted on such a tender part of her; her
teats, made for milking, his eyes seemed to say. They were farmboy eyes,
eyeing the sow at midnight, long ere the milktime was due. �I branded a
female once,� Arthur said. �I should like to see it done again. Can you
arrange it?�
�Sir, that would require a very large payment,� Alexis replied,
turning her face to his.
�Name your price,� he said.
�Oh, you are awful!� she replied, smiling. �You are going to be as
cruel as I expected.� Were they playing a game? I could not guess. I felt
panic again. Together they extended their tongues and kissed. It lasted
long, we waited for them to finish.
Arthur looked up finally from the kiss. Their eyes seemed to
exchange knowing glances, or they made an agreement with each other
right then. With our arms still strung up and our silken, melon-fresh
boobies bouncing appealingly, we presented tempting targets for whatever
they had in mind. And they had two able-bodied helpers in Jeff and Scotty.
�Girls, you must be watered,� Alexis said, turning to us with
sprightly, mischievous eyes. She rose, Queen-like, and strode across the
small cabin to the pail she�d brought, its water sloshing gently. I could
see Linda trying to mouth, �I�m not thirsty!� but her words came out all
mumbly, as if she were whispering sweet nothings to a lover.
MAGAZINE REVIEWS
by holy joe
Mayfair, Vol. 31, No. 7, $6.99.
Review: From Primitive Radio Gods to The Economist to Mayfair, the
Brits prove that they have an enormous contribution to make to our
culture. This issue, like last issue, is simply gorgeous. A newly-turned-
18 girl licks her lollipop near the front of the magazine. Near the back,
two attractive women pretend to make love. The issue is packed with
�centerfold� girls and many of them tell of their �Most Erotic Experience.�
I don�t know if the experiences they relate are true or not, but they
seemed real, and I found them quite interesting.
Personally, I find Mayfair to be a more worthwhile purchase than
Penthouse or Playboy. Its perspective is refreshingly different from
everything else on the newsstand. When you�re tired of Playboy, Playboy�s
Newsstand Specials, Penthouse, the various Penthouse �reprise� issues,
and the �third tier� of magazines (the ones you can never remember the
name of) try Mayfair. It is truly unique.
And a final note: This issue�s Playboy has thinner paper than ever
before. You can actually see type through the photos of the (gorgeous)
centerfold girl. As you know, the pages in Playboy have been so thin for
years that they actually stick together. (And rip and wrinkle very easily.)
I don�t know how many trees they have on the tiny island of Britain
compared to America, but they must have tons of them, because all
Mayfair�s pages are nice and large and thick and they don�t stick together.
STOP THE BROWNE OUT
by holy joe
As you know, the presidential debates amount to little more than a
conspiracy to convince the American public that they have only two
choices for president. A Democrat, a Republican, and (possibly) Ross
Perot. Another candidate is, of course, the Libertarian candidate. I am
told that Harry Browne, the Libertarian candidate, will be on the ballot in
all 50 states, for President. If you would like to see Harry Browne
included in the presidential debates please sign a petition at:
http://twr.clever.net/STBO
As for myself, I won�t be in the debates, but don�t worry! I will
TALK during the entire debate! My friend Holy Shit is going to bring his
portable T.V. down to the Burger King. All us hobos are going to sit around
and pass gas and yell stuff during the entire debate, and I personally will
lecture the other eaters on why we need someone who�s NOT on the dole in
the White House. I may not actually refuse to live in the White House if
I�m elected, but I DO promise here and now to fire at least 50 servants at
the White House, leaving only 44 to attend to my needs. (Mainly, to go get
Playboy, Penthouse, Hustler, Barely Legal, Legally Bare, and The Monthly
Cunt out of my mailbox out front. Also to flush the toilet for me when I�m
done; I have a thing about germs.)
Now if you don�t want to see Harry Browne on T.V., here�s what to do:
Since you know Ross Perot will probably be included, go buy a bottle of
aspirin. Just before the debate starts, swallow the whole bottle. (Be sure
to get the extra strength kind.) I guarantee you that Ross�s words will not
bother you one little bit.
holy joe--always happy to help ANYONE in need!
AND IN THE END...
FUCK DECENCY, PROTECTOR OF OUR ENGLISH HERITAGE!
�As for hastening the day when Chinese will rival English as the
world�s lingua franca, China is placing its faith in cyberspace. ... �I
believe,� says a professor active in computers, �it is inevitable that in
time the majority of Internet users will be Chinese. And when that
happens, we will see the Chinese language being widely used in
electronic communication.�� - The Economist, August 31, 1996, pg. 32
----------------------- Fuck Decency! -----------------------
-Free Fuck Decency e-mail subscriptions: send (18 or up) age
statement to: roller666@aol.com
-To unsubscribe: Send $100.00 to The North American Man/Boy Love
Association, P.O. Box 174, Midtown Station, New York, NY 10018.
-My ftp site is: members.aol.com/roller666 Diapergirls! (CuntCastle2d)
-My ftp site is: members.aol.com/roller6666 CuntCastle3b here!
-My ftp site is: members.aol.com/nnd666 NEW! PassionsPlaypen3
-Back issues at Usenet newsgroup: alt.poop?
-or send e-mail to: file.request@backdrop.com
-Free minicomics: send a stamped, self-addressed envelope & age
statement to: Jim Corrigan, P.O. Box 3663, Phenix City, AL 36868
U.S.A. VIOLATED by AOL? Call 1-800-IDT-8996 No censorship!
-Naughty Naked Dreamgirls (Library of Congress ISSN: 1070-1427) is
copyright 1996 and a trademark of Andrew Roller.
-END OF 105 EMISSION