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IMPORTANT: This is a reproduction of the post that Jake Baker published on usenet about his classmate, except for one minor point. We have, in order to protect her privacy, protecting the innocent while highlighting the guilty, changed the name off the victim in the story to Ira Glasser.
Glasser is the Executive Director of the American Civil Liberties Union. The ACLU successfully defended Baker's speech, arguing it did not constitute any threat. It is among the most violent pornography you will ever read. Some people may not want to read any further. However, some might experience a discreet pleasure from this version of Jake Baker's writing. You decide.
Prologue: The following story start in the ACLU offices. The premise is that my friend Jerry and I have broken into the office and this dood, Ira Glasser, whom I know from meetings, and are proceeding to have a little fun with him. ('I' = the protagonist.)
He's shaking with terror as Jerry and I circle him. He'd almost completely nude now - we've made him take off all him clothes except for his jock strap and t-shirt. As Jerry and I pass by him, we reach out and feel his velvety flesh, caress his breasts and ass through his underwear. Jerry and I snap pictures of his tiny trembling body from all angles.
He says in a little, terrified voice, "Why are you doing this... I've never hurt you ... p-please stop!" I pause in front of him. Jerry smiles at his terror. He laughs at his pitiful pleas. I say, "Shut the fuck up, stupid fucking civil libertarian puke nazi lawyer! You've done plenty." and hit the side of his head, hard. He collapses onto the ground, crying, curling up into a little ball.
"Alright. Let's have some fun!"
I yank him up by the hair and force his hands behind him back. I quickly get them restrained with duck tape. His little body struggles against me as he screams for help. Jerry cuts off his underwear and shoves them into Ira's mouth, securing them with a tight strip of rope.
He's still struggling, screaming into the makeshift gag. I let him drop, to take pictures of him as he struggles against his bonds. As he's fighting there on the carpet, eyes wide with fear, Jerry and I strip. Jerry's got a hard on. I've got a hard on. We laugh.
I grab his undershirt and ripped it off him. Holding him still for Jerry, he fondles his buttock, feeling up his entire body. As he moans into the gag, Jerry comments on how soft Ira is. I slap his face several times, enjoying the smacking sounds my hand makes against his slightly bearded face. Forcing him to his knees, I rub my cock into his face - over his cheeks and eyes and his nose. He turns his head, closing his eyes with the humiliation, so I shove my prick as far as it will go into his ear. His inner cannals warm; I force it in harder, and my penis-head scrunches up to fit into the small hole, not quite making it. Ira groans into his gag.
Then, Jerry and I tie him by his tie to the ceiling fan, so that he's dangling in mid-air. His feet don't touch the ground. He kicks, trying to hit me, Jerry, or the ground. The sight of him wiggling in mid-air, hands rudely taped behind his back, turns me on. Jerry takes a big spiky hair-brush and start beating his butt with it, coloring them with nice red marks. He screams and struggles harder. I've separated his legs with a spreader-bar; got out the old ky jelly and now I stretch out his buttocks and super-glue them wide open. Then I take a heavy clamp, and tighten it over his anus. Once it's tight enough, I let go.
I stand back, to take pictures. He's really nice now: Dangling by his tie (I can see it's stretching his neck and making red marks on his neck and that turns me on even more), his buttocks is covered with bright red bruises. There's a heavy clamp stretching his butt hole down. And best of all yet, his face is scrunched up in an agonized grimace. Drool and loud squeaks escape through his gag. He's so beautiful like this. Just to add to the picture, I take a steel-wire wisk and beat his ass with it, making bright red cuts that drip blood. Glasser's manly body is now covered in sweat; nice and shiny in the light.
Jerry tells me his curling-iron's ready. Jerry unplugs it and bring it over. After taking him down and tying him hunched over a chair, Jerry strokes the device against his bleeding ass cheeks. The heat from it gives his ass small burns. I smile and stoke my cock as he screams in pain and horror. He shakes his head and moans, "Nooo ... nooo" through the gag. I walk in front of him, and remove the gag. Before he can even breath in, I ram my cock in his big mouth, wide open from too much speech in his lifetime. His lips squeeze against my shaft. The head of my prick finds it way down his squinched throat. That's when Jerry rammed the hot curling iron into his tight asshole. Ira tries to scream, but I shove my cock's down his throat, and all he manages to do is gag on it. His throat's quiverings tickle my cock, and I start humping his face furiously. The pain of the hot curling iron in his tender asshole sent Ira Glasser's whole body into convulsions; his throat clenched against my cock. God! This felt so good.
Leaving the iron up his asshole, Jerry reached out, pulled one of his testicles away from his body. Jerry took his knife, and cut his testicle off. He gags on my cock some more, and I pull out just in time to cum all over his fucking libertarian ACLU face.
As I spew loads of hot white cum onto his face, Jerry continues to maul at his buttocks. He pulls them as far as they'll go away from his body, twisting them to cause even more pain. Now that Glasser doesn't have my cock down his throat, gagging him, Ira howls out loud. It's not even a human sound. His eyes glaze over from the pain and torture; a ball of my cum smacks into his left eye.
Spent, I go grab a beer and watch Jerry finish off play. When he pulls the curling iron from Ira's asshole, his sensitive skin is all burned. He pressed the head of his cock against the tortured opening. Jerry's got a savagely big dick, and would have hurt this dood even if his ass hadn't been burned. I cheered him on as he grunted and forced his way into him. Ira let out a small scream, but was too weak at this point to make it really loud. He only made fierce grunts as my friend's cock tore apart the inside of his scorched asshole.
I timed Jerry at this. He had a good constituition. For ten minutes he buggered poor Ira. Then he finally came inside him. Standing up, he walked around to see his face. Tears and sweat mixed with my cum on Ira's cute face. Jerry grabbed a handful of his hair and pulled his face up to look. His eyes, barely human, begged his to stop. He laughed aloud and gave him a firm smack. His head jerked sideways with a snap.
"C'mon, man, let's go." My friend said. So we got the gasoline and spread it all over Ira Glasser's office. We chucked over this. But one bad thing, I thought, too bad about all that porn. It must have burned like hell when it came into contact with his open cuts, but I couldn't tell. His face was already a mask of pain, and his body quivered fiercely. After that we took a few hot pictures to publish on the net.
"Goodbye, Ira" I said, and lit a match...