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Andrew Roller Presents
FUCK DECENCY
Issue No. 306
Naughty Naked Dreamgirls in
Nudie Nursery
Chapter One
�Do it,� Kate told Ray. �Reach back and open your ass for her or
you�ll get this candle flame right under your cockhead.�
�You girls are perverted!� Ray groused. He reached back, though, and
spread his hairy buns for me. I spied his little hole and stuck my cold
popsicle against it.
�Come on, Ray, your hiney-hole likes popsicles too!� I laughed.
Kate, meanwhile, hovered her candle over Ray�s prick. As he held
himself open for my impish game, he watched as Kate�s candle began to
warm at the tip where the flame flickered atop it.
�I hope none of my lifeguard buddies discover me down here,� Ray
breathed.
�You can tell them we blew your nose and then we blew your mind,�
Kate smiled. She still showed him the same glossy, good-girl smile she
had since we�d met, but now she was about to singe his dick with hot wax!
�Are all the girls who are as beautiful as you two this dangerous?�
Ray asked. His voice was haggard. I think he was truly worried that we
were going to injure him! Imagine, a guy as big as him, a 20-something
Schwarzenegger, and he was afraid of us two little girls!
�What, haven�t you screwed tons of girls like us?� Kate asked.
�I just got the lifeguard job,� Ray admitted.
�Well, sir, you�ll just have to find out by meeting other beautiful
girls after we�re finished with you,� Kate smiled. �If, that is, you�ve
anything left to show them.� She tilted the candle slightly and a dollop of
hot wax splashed down onto Ray�s cock.
�Yeeeeooow!� Ray shouted. At the same moment I managed to
intrude some of my popsicle into his rectum. Perhaps the amazement of
being burned by hot wax had caused Ray to accept me, fearfully, like when
someone is hanged and they go in their pants. I felt his anus open and lost
some of my popsicle inside him. I kissed his hiney.
�Let mommie take your temperature,� I urged. He was ignoring me,
though, for Kate, having burned his dick with hot wax, now played firegirl
and sprayed a clump of chilled whipped cream on his dick.
�There, that should help,� she said soothingly. �Poor Ray, you have
such a big fine penis that we girls just can�t help playing tricks on it!�
His cock was truly wonderful, no match for the popsicle I was pretending
with. It quivered and throbbed and pre-cum oozed from its tip. No sooner
had Kate eased his suffering with the Redi-Whip than she gave him a new
dose of wax. It splashed down and he groaned again, not really hurt by it
but certainly taunted. Then, to make him better but actually to make him
suffer even more, Kate sprayed more icy whipped cream on his dick. �Fire
and Ice,� she smiled at him. �But you�re man enough to take it, aren�t you,
honey?�
�Not with a fucking ice-cold thermometer rammed up my butt!� Ray
shouted. But Kate and I just tittered with laughter and kept on with our
game.
Kate knelt down in front of Ray and gave him the benefit of her
mouth. Sucking with her cool swirling lips on his cockhead, she stopped
whenever the candle was about to drip more wax, let it fall, squirted some
cream on him, and then resumed her sucking.
�Control, Ray honey, control,� Kate said to our dear captive stallion
as she loosed her lips from him to burn and freeze him again. �You don�t
plan to cum, do you?�
�N-No,� Ray said through gritted teeth. He watched as Kate drizzled
hot wax on his dick. Then, solicitously, she squirted him with whipped
cream, but since the cream went in one place on his dick and the wax on
another, it did nothing to alleviate the burning while the burning was not
cooled at all by the cream.
I was getting bored with my thermometer. All the popsicle had
melted away and I had taken Ray�s temperature, again and again, reaming
him with the stick. It sounds silly, but even sticking a thermometer up a
beautiful man�s butt can get boring after awhile, when you�re 15-years-
old!
�Can I spank Ray again?� I asked Kate.
�Sure,� she replied, freeing her mouth from his dick to answer me.
�But don�t use the paddle. He�s stuck inside that little hole and has
noplace to go, with the boards clamping down on him. Use a thin whip
instead. It will snake nicely across his ass but not ram him forward.�
I obeyed her advice. But first I poured myself a big glass of Cherry
Kool-Aid to slake my ever-thirstier mouth. I offered some to Kate. She
must have been thirsty too, for she accepted, sipping right from my own
glass. I didn�t mind. We were good friends now. We both had Cherry
mustaches when we were finished.
�Ray, would you like some too?� I asked. He said he would. I stood
on tiptoe and let him drink from my glass as Kate continued to punish his
penis. He had a cherry mustache too when he�d drunk his fill.
�Don�t pee it out on me,� Kate warned him.
�Rats,� he answered.
�I�ll let you pee when I�m finished with you,� she said.
I picked out the thinnest whip I could find from the selection hung on
the wall. Kate said thin hurt more, but was less able to shove Ray forward
when he was struck. In fact, it didn�t shove at all. It just burned across
his hiney, leaving a bright streak on his white buns. Of course, he was
free to buck his ass as best he could and grind it all around to throw off
the pain.
I laid the whip across Ray and enjoyed his response. At first he
tried with manful fortitude to endure my strokes and show no pain. But as
I continued, flaying him ever more thoroughly, he began to let his emotions
show. After a bit each of my strikes caused him to shout and rub his ass
and flex it.
�Keep your hands up off your ass,� Kate told Ray. �Don�t be a bad boy
and make us handcuff you.�
�God, I wish someone would bust us and send me to prison!� Ray
howled.
�You�d like it there, wouldn�t you, Ray?� Kate smiled. �Just you and
the guys. No naughty little girls to torment you. I studied pre-law, you
know, in case I decided to be a policewoman. Do you think I should try to
become one?�
�You�d cause a crime wave,� Ray groaned. �Of men wanting you to
arrest them.�
�Even if I did this to them?� Kate asked. She dripped more hot wax
on his cock.
Ray groaned. I sailed another lash into his ass and he winced and
shook his butt.
�Yeah, even if you did this,� Ray admitted.
�Well, we have to get tougher then!� Kate said to me. �Go find
something to squeeze Mr. Ray�s balls in, Kelly. We�ll see if the nutcracker
will make him behave!�
�No,� Ray gritted. I gave his tushy a final slash, admired the mark,
and then happily returned my whip to the wall. Rummaging around, I found
a small leather pouch that could be tied along the top as tightly as one
might wish. It looked like a bag for gold dust, but it would hold the Ray
Family Jewels instead!
Kate made Ray stand with a wider stance and I crouched down
underneath him and set to work. It was tough fitting his balls inside that
little pouch! He had very big balls. Finally, getting him all suited up, I
tied the top of the pouch as tight as I could. Ray groaned and howled. Kate
came round and checked my handiwork to make sure I hadn�t tied him too
tightly. She loosened him just a bit.
�Very good, Kelly,� Kate said to me. �Now we�ll see if Mr. Ray here
can learn to be a good boy.� She told me to get a penis whip.
MAGAZINE REVIEWS
by holy joe
Playboy, December 1997, $5.95. http://www.playboy.com
Review: Today I am going to discuss an important subject. That
subject is masturbation. Now, you may ask, �What is a masturbator?� I
will tell you.
A masturbator is someone who pulls apart his favorite porno
magazine so he can jerk off to it. Then, when he wants to tell his friends
how great the issue is, he can�t. That�s because his magazine is already
yanked apart into many different pieces. (Yanking a magazine apart is an
art in itself, so don�t go tearing apart your favorite porno magazine unless
you are highly trained in how to do it properly. Otherwise, you will wreck
it.)
Now, in my case, I am not a masturbator. However, wishing to
discuss the subject of masturbation, I decided to yank apart the latest
issue of Playboy, to see what it would be like to be a masturbator.
Well, let me tell you. It�s tough being a masturbator. I�ve got a
totally yanked apart Playboy sitting here, and now I�m trying to review it.
What a job! The centerfold is on my wall. Pages from the magazine are
sheathed in plastic, and stored in a notebook on a bookshelf. Other pages
from the magazine are sealed in a Jumbo size freezer bag, and stored in a
cardboard box. And, finally, the front half of the magazine (which didn�t
have any cool pictures in it), is sheathed in (yet another) jumbo bag, and
sitting here next to my computer.
I will do my best to review this issue. But, please, don�t expect any
page numbers. You�ll have to content yourself with approximate locations
of all the great stuff in this issue.
But first, before detailing all the goodies in this issue, I must say
that I am quite pissed off. You see, I was handling my new Playboy fairly
gently, when suddenly one of the centerfold pages wrinkled! Just like
that! So now the centerfold girl has a wrinkle on her bottom, in two
different photos! (On one side of the page and the other side of the page.)
I am amazed at how thin the paper in Playboy has become. Good
grief! A magazine, carefully handled, should not just spontaneously
wrinkle. Also, I�m sick and tired of perfect binding. Did you know that in
a perfect bound magazine, with thin paper, the pages wrinkle when you
open the magazine and try to lay it flat? That�s an outrage!
Let�s take a look at this Playboy. What is in it? �Kurt Vonnegut�s
Last Novel.� Kurt Vonnegut is an ugly old man. He�s also rather loony. I do
not buy Playboy to hear from, or look at, ugly old men. I can go to any
locker room in America and talk all day to ugly old men. I can even smell
them sitting on the toilet! On the other hand, do you think I can walk into
a girls� bathroom and hang out with beautiful young females? Nope. So
that�s why I buy Playboy. To see, and hear about, girls. NOT to look at, or
hear from, ugly old men.
Next: �Alternative Medicine Guru Andrew Weil on Men and Health.�
Here we go again. Do you think I give a FUCK about men and health? Let
me inform Hugh Hefner about something. Let�s say I take an interest in
men and health. What do I do? Why, I visit a gay bar. There I can find out
all about men and their health. I can spend all night talking to guys, and
asking about their penises, and their buttholes. I can even get them to buy
me drinks and to check out the health of my butthole. (Before and after
they ram their dick up it.)
Now, let�s say I want to check out some girls, and ask about their
health. So, you know, I go over to the local high school, and say, �Hi,
cheerleaders, how is your health? Mind if I watch you shower? Need a
breast exam? Need any help learning how to give a blow job?�
Guess what? Although I could easily spend the rest of my life
getting blown in gay bars, chatting up cheerleaders is not something I�m
adept at. (If it was, do you think I�d be writing this review of Playboy?)
So let�s not waste any more money at Playboy on articles with bald guys
like Andrew Weil on the subject of men and health. Here�s a tip: if the
article isn�t with a girl, and about girls, can it. (And, by the way, not just
any girl will do. It has to be a cute girl.)
Next: �20 Questions with Chris Rock.� Yep. Another man. Fuck this
Chris Rock dude. Do you think I went running down to Tower Books this
month thinking, �Oh, boy. I hope they interview Chris Rock. I�m really
looking forward to jacking off to him!� Of course not! He could die
tomorrow in a horrible car accident, and I wouldn�t give a damn.
Next: �College Basketball Preview�. Has Playboy ever heard of a
magazine called �Sports Illustrated�? Yep. If I�m interested in basketball
(I�m not), I�ll go buy �Sports Illustrated�. I don�t need to read about it in
Playboy.
So, adding up the above, let me ask a question. If all of the CRAP
listed above had been deleted from the December 1997 issue of Playboy,
do you think they could have afforded to print on thicker paper? Do you
think, heaven forbid, they could even have used staples to bind the
magazine, instead of this crappy �perfect� binding? I�ll bet they could
have.
NOW, let�s see what�s actually good in this magazine.
1. The cover is cute. Unfortunately, the pictorial of the girl on the
cover is lousy.
2. The centerfold is outstanding. I really liked the centerfold and
the accompanying pictorial. However, I have noticed a problem in the
recent issues of Playboy. Pages 5 and 6 of the centerfold pictorial are
always, in my opinion, a waste. Take a look at pages 5 and 6 of the
centerfold pictorial. See? It�s just a really big picture. That picture
could easily have been put on page 5, and another, different picture put on
page 6. Hopefully Playboy will use pages 5 and 6 more creatively in the
future.
3. One of the all time greatest photos of Jenny McCarthy is printed
in the �Sex Stars of 1997� section.
4. A reprise of Candy Loving, from 20 years ago, is printed.
Excellent photos.
5. Near the back of the magazine, there is a black and white photo of
Demi Moore looking at a topless woman. Is she hoping to have lesbian sex
with her? A very great photo.
6. On the last page of the magazine, an ad for next issue�s
�Playmate Review� shows a blonde with a bare bottom. An outstanding
photo!
7. �A Short History of the Bra,� though mostly boring, shows a
(small) photo of a girl wearing a corset that really distorts her breasts. I
really liked that photo.
8. There is a �King of the Hill� comic featuring Hugh Hefner. I didn�t
actually read the comic, but it was nice and colorful. Which brings up an
interesting point. It would seem to me that �The Adventures of Hugh
Hefner� could be a comic that is in every issue of Playboy.
Have you ever read �Uncle Scrooge� comics? They are pretty cool.
So, why not Hugh Hefner having adventures, rather like the (Carl Barks
version of) Uncle Scrooge? In these comics, of course, Hugh Hefner would
be about 45-years-of age. And he would need a cast of female sidekicks.
Perhaps Barbi Benton, and Jenny McCarthy, plus a few other girls. Every
month Hugh and the girls could go off on some colorful, exotic adventure.
For instance, here�s an idea. It�s possible that Iran is building
nuclear missiles. American intelligence can�t decide whether Iran is or
isn�t. Now, it so happens that a missile is shaped like a penis. So
someone in the CIA hits on the idea: why not secretly send some Playboy
Playmates over to Iran? If anyone can find a bunch of large, penis-shaped
objects, no doubt the Playboy Playmates can! So Hugh Hefner and the
Playmates set off for Iran, to see if Iran is building nuclear missiles.
(Note that this comic doesn�t include �King of the Hill.� I don�t need to
read about fat guys who drink beer. I am a fat guy who--)
Ahem! Anyway, that�s my two cents worth. Hopefully you won�t
complain about the lack of page numbers in this review. Like I said, I
wanted to understand the masturbator personality, and so I was forced to
yank apart this particular issue of Playboy.
Oh, yes. I almost forgot. This issue of Playboy bills itself as the
�Gala Christmas Issue�. Now, when I see that, I remember an issue of
Playboy back in the 1970�s. It featured a big nude party, with all the
Playmates doing lots of naughty things. In my opinion, every �Gala
Christmas Issue� of Playboy should feature a big, nude Playmate party.
Recently I went around town and asked all the beautiful girls I saw,
�Do you want to party naked in my dumpster this Christmas?� Amazingly,
they all said �no.� One of them even punched me. In my balls. So I expect
Playboy to feature girls partying in the nude, since I myself can�t seem to
get girls to party naked with me, in person.
This issue of Playboy is much better than many of the previous
issues, but it still leaves much to be desired. The formula for
improvement is simple, however: Print on quality paper. Cut any articles
that aren�t about girls. Show lots of photos of girls doing wild, naughty,
mischievous things. I should feel like my life is being invaded by lovely,
wonderful females when I open up Playboy. Sure, I may just be some fat,
balding, ugly, loony, beer swilling (non) masturbator, who�s shitting on my
toilet, but for a few minutes I�d like be transported to a better place.
WITHOUT having to worry about wrinkling the centerfold!
AND IN THE END...
A Female Stumbles into the Truth
�The whole idea of a man who�ll take care of you -- it makes you
feel feminine,� says Katie Roiphe.
- Newsweek, November 3, 1997, pg. 77.
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