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   Story: Recruiting Jim (1/4)   
   16 Jul 06 16:24:17   
   
   From: bobandcarole@aol.com   
      
   Story: Recruiting Jim   
      
   by bobandcarole (Pedo, inc, beast, Mf, Ff, anal, oral)   
      
   Aw hell, this story has too much weird shit to even name it all. Just be   
   warned that this story is not true, but is pretty nasty and perverted.   
   So if you are kinky like me, enjoy!   
      
   Puppyloverdawn@excite.com   
      
   Jim Steel was the hottest football prospect in high school. He was 19   
   (having failed 3rd grade), 6'4, 235 lbs. and fast as lightning. And with   
   his gifted hands, he was guaranteed to be a starting wide receiver as a   
   rookie. Heck, NFL teams were already watching him. The only knock   
   against him was his low test scores, but what college cares about that   
   when looking at an athlete?   
      
   Jim had spent 2 full months being courted by recruiters from every major   
   school in the country. The recruiters offered him everything from new   
   cars to cash to a new house for his parents. Several of the recruiters   
   even promised him a cute young co-ed in his bed every night. He was   
   close to deciding on a school where the recruiter offered him a new car,   
   a house for his parents, $25,000 cash per season and 2 girls a day to   
   use as he wants.   
      
   Then he received a call from the one recruiter that was noticeably   
   absent in the bidding war. Rick Jones was the recruiter for Gibson   
   University in Florida, the most successful school in the last 15 years.   
   Gibson has sent more players to the pros than any other 4 schools   
   combined during that time. That is why it had seemed odd that Gibson   
   didn't throw its hat into the ring before now. Jim told Rick he would be   
   happy to meet with him but warned him that he was very close to   
   finalizing his decision to go to the University of New Mexico. Rick just   
   chuckled and asked Jim not to sign anything till they met the following   
   week.   
      
   Sure enough, Jim was able to hold off the pushy recruiter from UNM,   
   telling him he just had one more recruiter to talk to. But Jim didn't   
   tell him which school he was seeing so as not to make the man panic.   
      
   The next Friday afternoon, Rick showed up at the door and greeted Jim's   
   family with a huge smile. He had a relaxed way about him that comes from   
   living in Florida and knowing you are the best at what you do. After an   
   hour of sitting with Jim's parents and telling them about the   
   educational values of the school, he took Jim out for the night. He told   
   the parents he needed to get to know Jim in a neutral environment where   
   they could both relax.   
      
   Rick took Jim out in his large van to an empty parking lot. "What are we   
   doing here?" asked Jim. Jim was used to recruiters taking him out to   
   fancy dinners, or to strip clubs or even buying him a whore for an hour   
   or so. But this was just an empty parking lot.   
      
   Rick smiled, "Jim, I said I needed to get to know you. And I do not mean   
   all that 'what's your favorite color' crap. I need to know what does it   
   for you." Jim stared at the man with skepticism. "You see, some schools   
   are crippled by their own ethics. I do not have the same problem. I find   
   out what you want, what you really want, and I get it for you."   
      
   Jim thought for a moment and then said, "Well, I want a new car, and   
   money and a house for my parents, and a good education, and a chance to   
   compete for a..." Rick cut him off, "No, not that crap. Everyone wants   
   that stuff and every school can get you that stuff. No, I mean the stuff   
   you may not even know you want. I am going to hook you up to a machine   
   in the back that measures your reactions and I am going to show you some   
   pictures and things like that I'll find out what you like and then I   
   will put together my offer."   
      
   They climbed into the back of the van and Rick hooked Jim up to a   
   machine with wires taped to his chest, brain, arms and even a sleeve   
   that he had to slip over this limp cock. The images started off simple   
   enough. There were pictures of various cars, a picture of a dog and even   
   some pictures of ice cream and pizza. Then the pictures started to show   
   women who were undressed, then women who were having sex. Some were   
   women with men, others were women with women. Then there were pictures   
   of men with women, women and men with animals and men and women with   
   children. And finally pictures of children having sex with animals.   
      
   Jim wasn't saying anything. He didn't want to appear to enjoy seeing   
   these things, but it was obvious he was. Rick didn't need his fancy   
   equipment to see the bulge in Jim's jeans. "So, I see you have very   
   refined tastes, Jim", said Rick. Jim looked over at Rick and said,   
   "What, this crap? No, man, I ain't a freak or anything like that." "No,   
   of course you aren't, Jim", replied Rick. "You are a top athlete. And as   
   such you are above everyone else. You deserve to have everything you   
   want. And I'm here to help you with that."   
      
   The pictures continued and some got very perverted. There was a picture   
   of a 35 year old mother holding her blonde 7 year old daughter face down   
   by the shoulders as a large black man was raping her ass. The little   
   girl, wearing only patent leather shoes shined to a high gloss and knee   
   high white socks, was crying and the mom was obviously enjoying it.   
   Another man was standing next to them, pissing on the little girl's back.   
      
   Another picture was of two 13 year old twin brunette girls holding a   
   giant horse cock. The horse had a horse blanket on its back that said   
   "Gibson Stallions". The first girl had her hands wrapped around the   
   massive member and her lips on the end of the shaft. The second girl was   
   licking a large dollup of white slimy cum from her friend's cheek. There   
   was cum all over both of the girls and they both had large dildos   
   sticking out of their shaved pussies.   
      
   Another picture was of a 7 year old boy sucking the cock of an old man   
   dressed in a Superman costume. The little boy's head was shaved bald   
   like Lex Luthor.   
      
   Jim continued to scan the pictures and he came to a picture of a man   
   wearing a tie pin that said Gibson Class of '79. He had a 3 year old   
   girl licking his cock as the girl's mother was working two fingers into   
   the girl's ass hole. A sign on the wall behind them said "Gibson Alumni   
   Fundraiser".   
      
   "What is the deal with these pictures", asked Jim. "Are these all Gibson   
   alums?"   
      
   "Yes", replied Rick. "These men are all wealthy alumni. We bring them   
   here and make their lives as...rewarding as possible in return for very   
   generous donations to help fund our sports programs and pay our players.   
   And these women are also graduates of Gibson. They don't have the money   
   to donate so they donate themselves, or in some cases, their children.   
   Why we have one woman, class of '97, who actually gave away her daughter   
   to one our biggest donators for a full month to use as he pleased. I   
   think the little girl was 4. By the time she came back to her mom she   
   was such a slut her mom had to offer her services full time just to   
      
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