Welcome to the Slashdot Beta site -- learn more here. Use the link in the footer or click here to return to the Classic version of Slashdot.

Thank you!

Before you choose to head back to the Classic look of the site, we'd appreciate it if you share your thoughts on the Beta; your feedback is what drives our ongoing development.

Beta is different and we value you taking the time to try it out. Please take a look at the changes we've made in Beta and  learn more about it. Thanks for reading, and for making the site better!

Live from Iran, Film88

michael posted more than 12 years ago | from the get-it-while-it's-hot dept.

Movies 758

MemFun writes "The now defunct has became These are the guys that are streaming a ton of movies for $1 a piece (but not allowing you to save the movie). Of course, to avoid all the Tinsel Town Club baddies (mpaa) from shutting them down, they are now based in Iran of all places. We just finished watching the free Harry Potter movie they are offering. Question: Does this make me a criminal? I really like the selection of movies they have and stream or not, it's still pretty cool to have the ability to watch some those movies that are never on TV any more."

cancel ×


Sorry! There are no comments related to the filter you selected.

Live from Slashdot: (-1, Offtopic)

L0rdkariya (562469) | more than 12 years ago | (#3648172)

CLIT posts first, as always.

Re:Live from Slashdot: (-1, Offtopic)

Anonymous Coward | more than 12 years ago | (#3648185)

But, will CLIT provide more fiction/pron?

-Dead Fart Warrior: I'd post logged in, but I'm banned, damnit

Re:Live from Slashdot: (-1)

L0rdkariya (562469) | more than 12 years ago | (#3648205)

IP-Banned or Login-Banned ?
Is it permanent, and if so, what magical troll did you post to cause it ?

Re:Live from Slashdot: (0)

Anonymous Coward | more than 12 years ago | (#3648232)

IP-Banned or Login-Banned ?


Dunno which magical troll did it, but it may be tied to my karma trolling account, which surprisingly isn't banned (probably, cause it'd start an uproar).

CLiT to the rescue! (-1, Offtopic)

(CLiT)sdem (583477) | more than 12 years ago | (#3648260)

I can still clearly remember the day I was captured, even though it is now
more than fifty years ago. I was just 18.

The summer rain had been pouring down heavily all morning and the ground
had been transformed into a vast treacherous bog for miles around. By
mid-afternoon our battalion's tactical retreat, which had started the day
before with such promise, had been halted as trucks, armour and horses had
all been sucked into a hopeless struggle against the very earth
itself. Neither I nor my comrades were in any position to help as we found
that just the effort of walking exhausted us, the deep muddy earth clinging
to our legs like the stinking arms of the dead pulling us down into hell.

What had started as a tactical manoeuvre had been transformed by the forces
of nature into a dangerous trap. We were easy quarry for the Communists'
air power, and I prayed to heaven that the aircraft of the so-called
People's Liberation Army were out of range, or that they were unaware of
our desperate situation. But heaven was either not listening that day, or
it was too busy to bother with us.

I was vainly trying to pull my left leg from a knee-high muddy grip when I
heard the engines. A faint distant drone at first, but my heart was already
filling with a mortal dread. Then I saw them. There were six evil
metal-clad vultures heading straight for us. Within seconds, I knew, their
high-calibre machine guns would start spewing white hot death down upon my
comrades and me. Within a minute or two I would be in the middle of a vast
filthy abattoir, the brown mud united with the blood of men and horses -
but would I be alive to see its horror?

I was sure my life would end on that turbid field in Hubei province. I
threw myself face down onto the rancid ground and waited. The next minute
seemed to last an hour and a million thoughts ran through my mind - I guess
my life was flashing before me.

I recalled my infancy and childhood in Hong Kong, and my parents' struggle
to send their only son to a British-run school on my father's modest salary
as a clerk with a small American trading firm. I learned excellent English
and did very well at school, winning the prize for the school's best
student. The Westerners, the 'gwei-lo', had given my family some modest
degree of security in a China which had been in nightmarish turmoil from
the day I was born. First the warlords, then the Japanese invasion, and now
the struggle to keep the motherland free from the vast prison camp into
which the Communists wanted to consign the whole Chinese people.

I talked about joining General Chiang Kai-Shek's army the day after I
completed my schooling. My mother begged me not to join the army. My father
was trying to organise a scholarship for me to attend university in England
- he wanted me to study engineering - and he told me that he did not want
his only son killed in the endless Chinese wars.

But I was idealistic and full of patriotism, and I wanted to see China
free, strong and independent. That was two years earlier and I had been 16
and I was immortal. I ran away to Shenzhen and joined General Chiang.

I was much better educated than the vast majority of General Chiang's
recruits and, notwithstanding my youth, I was made a lieutenant after a
mere two week crash course at the officer training school. I was so
proud. I remembered sending a photo to my parents of their 16 year old son
in an officer's uniform, hoping that I could bring a little happiness to
them. I have that photograph still, which I recovered from my father's
estate. In a youthful hand I had written 'Lieutenant Tam Hong-Sha, your
loving son'. I knew that my parents would be angry, disappointed and, above
all, fearful that I had run off to the army.

I grew up very fast. In the two years since joining the army I had seen
things that a kid should never witness. Even now, I cannot bear to think or
talk about them. Sometimes, though, I still dream. They are dreams which
always cause me to wake up in the middle of the night, sweating and
crying. On that day in 1948 in Hubei province, I was determined that I
would either escape or die - I would not allow myself to be taken prisoner
by the enemy.

I heard the terrifying roar of the aircraft engines bearing down on us and
then the sound of their machine guns opening up. I pushed my face into the
mud and covered my head and ears with my arms. There were scores of
horrible human shrieks and the sound of hundreds or thousands of bullets
tearing into the mud with an eerie oozing sound, followed by a satanic
hissing as the mud boiled. I begged the gods to spare me. After that I
remember that I lost control of my bladder and bowels. With hindsight's
benefit this was neither surprising nor a sign of cowardice. But I remember
feeling deeply ashamed of myself at that moment - and then I passed out.


I was awakened by a sharp pain in my ribs. I raised my head from the mud
wiped the filth from my eyes, and saw the fuzzy image of a soldier standing
over me. He was pointing his rifle at me and screaming something over and
over. After a moment I heard what he was saying - 'Stand up now and put
your hands over your head!'.

I tried to raise myself up, but I was now stuck so fast in the mud that I
couldn't even lift my torso. The soldier's screaming then became hysterical
and he aimed the rifle straight at my head. I tried to explain my
predicament, but my mouth was full of mud, and I could only sputter and
cough. At that moment, another voice with a strange accent, called out in
Chinese 'Don't shoot him, I want him alive'. I swivelled my head to get a
glimpse of my saviour. He was a gwei-lo, but wearing a military uniform. I
realised then, with sudden alarm, that the uniform belonged to the PLA.

He strode over to me, and ordered the Chinese soldier to help him lift me
up. They each grabbed one of my shoulders, and with a loud squelching
sound, I was ripped from the mud. I felt that I had been lifted from my

I noticed that it was just getting dark, so I must have been lying there
for about three hours.

The Chinese soldier frisked me for hidden weapons, and then the two of them
half-dragged and half-carried me to a nearby vehicle which appeared to be a
covered truck with tracks for handling the mud. They heaved me into the
back of the truck where I fell with a painful thud. I struggled to my knees
and looked around.

I was not alone. There were about twelve other survivors of the attack,
some of whom I recognised. None of my friends were among them. They, too,
were all covered in mud and most of them were wounded, some of them
badly. There were also two vicious looking PLA guards armed with machine
guns. One I guessed was about 25, short and muscular while the other was
quite tall for a Chinese and about 30 years old and thin. By this time it
was almost dark, and the truck roared to life and lurched forward causing
me to topple over onto my back. One of the guards gestured me to seat
myself on a long board on which the other uninjured prisoners were perched.

The guards told us there would be no talking, and the journey proceeded in
silence for about three hours. On the way one of the wounded prisoners
died, but the rest of us were forbidden from offering him any comfort.

When the truck finally stopped, it was very dark. Those of us who were able
to walk climbed out the back and I could see a long wooden hut with a light
peeping through a window shutter. I was oddly reminded of a lighthouse.

There were four of us who could walk unassisted. All of us were very young,
about 18 to 22. We were very frightened, though determined not to show it
to each other or to our two guards. The guards ordered us into the hut.

We all walked over to the hut and through its open front door, the guards
behind us pointing their guns at us. Inside was a large bare room lit by
gas lamps. At the far end of the room was a plain table behind which was
seated the same gwei-lo who had saved my life on the battlefield. He was
still dressed in his PLA uniform, but I could now see that he was about 35
years old, very fair skinned with green eyes, high cheekbones and fair
hair. I guessed he was a Russian, or perhaps from some other East European

He looked at the four of us who were made to line up in front of him. We
were a pretty dismal sight. Four frightened young men, cold, hungry,
thirsty and filthy. But we were the lucky ones. I also smelled like a
sewer, and I found it difficult to walk or stand with any degree of dignity
in my soiled trousers. I was grateful that the other three prisoners
affected not to notice my condition; their pretence enabled me to salvage a
little face. They were still my comrades after all.

The gwei-lo surveyed us. He addressed us softly in perfect, but
strangely-accented, Chinese: "Remove your clothing". We hesitated. He
simply repeated the order, just as softly but this time with an element of
quiet menace in his voice. We all began to take off our mud-caked
uniforms. The gwei-lo looked at us intently and with an odd expression on
his face - what seemed like a mixture of scientific detachment and

My three comrades stripped down to their underwear. I removed also my
underpants (they had become unbearable) but left my undershirt on. I
covered my sex organs with my hands. We were still filthy, the mud having
seeped through to the skin.

The gwei-lo glared at us: "I meant ALL you clothing", he hissed. We all
hesitated again, just for a couple of seconds. But that was more than
enough. One of the guards stepped forward, and with the butt of his rifle
hit the lad next to me in the small of his back. He crumpled to the ground
crying out in pain. The other guard ripped the boy's underclothes off him,
leaving him naked and writhing on the floor. The rest of us immediately
removed our underwear, all covering our boyhood with our hands.

"That's better", said the gwei-lo. The guards lifted up the lad from the
floor and made him stand upright back in line. "You will do exactly as I
say without hesitation. Remember that your lives are completely in my

"Now, you are all to be cleaned up. After that you will learn what is to
happen to you".


The guards led us into an adjoining room. There was located a makeshift
shower consisting of a single canvas bag with a shower nozzle suspended
from a hook on the ceiling. We were to take turns under this shower. When
the water ran out one of the lads refilled it from a bucket. The two guards
watched us closely. The first lad under the shower looked about 21. He was
given a bar of soap by the taller of the two guards. The guard watched as
the boy lathered himself.

"What's your name?" demanded the taller guard. "Private Wei Mun-Sim"
answered the boy sheepishly. The guard said harshly, "wash behind your
foreskin so that I can see you do it properly". Sim blushed, but did as he
was told. "That goes for all of you" barked the guard. I wondered why the
guard had issued such a strange order, but I had no idea what lay in store
for us.

I couldn't help staring at Sim. I found myself thinking that there was a
beauty in him. I had caught myself with such thoughts about other men from
time to time in the Army, but had always brushed them aside. But there was
something really beautiful about Sim. He was about 5'7" tall, possessing a
wiry frame and a smooth hairless body except for a small wispy pubic patch
and traces of black hair on the lower legs. His eyes were especially
beautiful - almond shaped. I remember staring at his flaccid cock as he
cleaned it and noticed his small perfectly smooth balls. Just at that
moment I started to have a powerful erection, and I quickly tried to cover
myself with my hands.

The taller guard, however, noticed me. He walked over to me and knocked my
hands away; I let them drop to my sides. He laughed loudly and shouted to
his friend to look. They both looked at my naked groin with its rampant
hard-on. The attention I was now receiving from everyone in the shower room
didn't cause my cock to go soft. On the contrary it got harder and jutted
out engorged at a sharp angle almost parallel to my torso, my cockhead
fully released from its foreskin. I had never felt so embarrassed and
confused. The taller guard took hold of my cockhead with his thumb and
forefinger, pulled it down so that it pointed at the floor, and then let
go. My cock jumped back up so that it hit my abdomen with a loud smack,
wobbled a couple of times and then resumed its earlier posture. Both the
guards roared with laughter.

The shorter guard then came over with a huge smirk on his face, told me to
spread my feet apart, bend over and grab my ankles. I obeyed instantly,
trembling. He walked around behind me and I felt him fondle my cock and
balls for a second or two before placing something small in my arse. The
two guards roared again. Looking up from between my ankles I could see that
he had stuck the long stem of a yellow flower into my arsehole, so that it
protruded about six inches from me.

"Stand up" the shorter guard snapped. I did so, bringing my feet together
at the same time. The taller guard hurried out of the shower room while
everyone else stared at me. My erection wouldn't go away and, to make
matters worse, I felt myself blushing all over. "He looks like a flower
pot, all red and yellow!" guffawed the guard. The other naked boys didn't
laugh, they just stared slack-jawed.

The taller guard then came back in with a camera, and ordered me to stand
sideways to him. He then took about six or eight photos of me with my erect
cock sticking out in one direction and the flower sticking out the other
way. At one point my cock began to droop, but the younger guard grabbed my
boyhood and, with a half dozen stokes, pumped it back up to full strength.

The taller guard ordered the other three naked lads to continue showering
and to do a good job. While they obeyed the shorter guard grabbed Sim,
soaking wet and shivering, by the elbow and dragged him over to me. "You
like this one, huh?" he demanded.

I didn't answer, but just stared at the floor for a couple of seconds. Just
then, he struck me a powerful blow across the face with the back of his
hand and I spun around falling onto the floor on my back. "Get up!", he
screamed furiously. I struggled to my feet. "Answer all my questions when I
ask them, or next time it'll be a bayonet!" he yelled. "You like this boy?"
- it was a demand, not a question.

"Yes", I answered - I could taste blood inside my mouth and the flower had
fallen out of my arse, but my cock was still hard.

This time, he grabbed my balls and twisted them violently, until I yelled
in pain. "Yes, SIR" he yelled. "Yes, SIR" I replied.

He seized Sim by the hair and forced him onto his knees in front of
me. "Suck his cock" he ordered. Sim didn't hesitate; he was as frightened
as I was. He swallowed my cock and began quickly sucking, while the taller
guard resumed taking photos from many different angles. Sim's face was
twisted into a grimace, but at first I wasn't sure if it was because he was
disgusted by his task, or because I had not yet showered and my cock was
still covered in mud and dried piss. Then I noticed that his cock, too, was
getting hard.

"Don't cum in his mouth - pull out and cum onto his face" the taller guard
ordered. "Yes, sir" I gasped. After few moments the younger guard inserted
two of his fingers roughly into my arse, and I could feel myself coming
quickly to climax, so I pushed Sim's head away from my cock and instantly
shot a load of cum onto his face, much of it landing in his wet hair. The
older guard took a lot more pictures of us while my cock slowly went soft
and my cum slid down Sim's face. He then ordered both of us to shower.

After we had all showered the two guards ordered the four us to line up and
march back into the office where we had earlier been ordered to
strip. Being marched around together naked like that made me feel even more

The gwei-lo was still there, still seated behind his desk. We all lined up
about six feet in front of him. The taller guard ordered, "Put your hands
behind your heads and place your feet wide apart". We obeyed, and the
gwei-lo gave us all a good long look, taking particular notice of our naked
crotches. Sim, who had not cum inside the shower room, still had a partial
erection which caused the gwei-lo to chuckle.

"Are they properly cleaned?" the gwei-lo asked the guards. The shorter
guard nodded, pointed to me, and said "this one likes having his cock
sucked - the boy with the hard-on did him in the shower room".

The gwei-lo nodded and smiled. "It seems we may have at least one, then".

"Well, now" said the gwei-lo in his strangely accented Chinese, "the time
has come for you boys to learn something about why you are here, and what
will be expected of you".


"You are lucky", the gwei-lo said. "You have been taken prisoner, but you
are to have a choice about your fate".

"You have been brought to the PLA's Special Recreation Unit. The SRU is a
prison unit, but a prison unit of an unusual kind. The purpose of this unit
is to provide rest and pleasure to officers of the PLA, foreign advisers to
the PLA and to selected enlisted personnel as a reward for outstanding
service. We provide comfort girls and comfort boys to our patrons,
depending on their taste. Should you remain attached to the SRU, you will
perform the role of comfort boys. A comfort boy's task is to serve the
SRU's patrons in whatever way the patrons wish. Sometimes this will involve
giving massages, washing clothes, making tea or light meals, singing,
reading or dancing for the patrons. Almost all of the patrons, however,
will want you for sex. Sometimes the sex is gentle, and sometimes it is
very rough. Whatever they want you for, and whatever they want you to do,
it is a comfort boy's job to please the patron and to do whatever he
wants. The patrons are almost always men. On rare!
occasions, we are used by women patrons. Specialised training is provided
for the SRU's comfort boys. Some of the training is harsh, and you remain
prisoners. By and large, however, the life of a comfort boy is preferable
to the alternative."

The gwei-lo paused, sipped some tea from a small blue and white bowl, lit a
cigarette and looked each of us in the eyes before continuing: "The
alternative is transportation from here to a regular military prison
camp. You have no doubt heard stories about our prison camps. Life in the
camps is extremely harsh, rations are minimal, and the camps are located in
the North near the border with our Russian brothers where the climate is
extremely hostile. You will be expected to labour at the SRU when not on
comfort duties, but camp labour at our regular military prisons is
especially harsh and often dangerous, and many prisoners do not survive
it. If the climate and the labour do not kill you, the guards or the dogs
might do it anyway. To those guards, you will be counter-revolutionary scum
and enemies of the people. To us at the SRU you will be assets contributing
to our inevitable victory."

The gwei-lo leaned forward on the desk and stubbed out his cigarette. He
got up from his desk and walked around behind us. The taller guard softly
told us to keep our eyes facing front and not to watch the officer. Out of
the corner of my eye I could see him inspecting one of the other boy's back
and arse.

>From behind us he said: "Your chances of surviving the war and returning
to your families after we have won will be much greater if you choose to
remain with the SRU as a comfort boy. The choice is yours. But whichever
option you select, this will probably be the last free choice you will

Then he was silent for what seemed about three minutes. I sensed him behind
me. Suddenly, I felt his hand gently feeling my arse - first the left
cheek, then the right. As he reached between my legs to fondle my balls my
cock began to stiffen, and I heard his breath quicken slightly and a slight
grunt of approval as he felt my growing erection from this unusual
angle. My cock was encouraged with a few skilful downward strokes from his

The gwei-lo walked slowly back to his desk and resumed his seat, leaving me
standing there, hands behind my head and legs apart, with an unconcealable
rampant erection. I could see without moving my neck that all the other
boys also had full or partial erections, and I guessed that he had given
them similar treatment.

"If you decide to stay at SRU", the gwei-lo continued, "you must learn that
you have no will of your own, and that you belong to the SRU and its
patrons. If you learn this, you will survive the war. If not, you will be
sent to one of our regular military prisons or - depending on the nature of
your offence - shot".

"It is very late now. You will make your decision by the morning and inform
me at our meeting then. In the meantime, the guards will take you to your
sleeping quarters for tonight. We will meet at twelve hundred hours

At this the gwei-lo abruptly stood up, took one last long look at us four
naked and erect boys. When he looked at me I thought a slight smile came to
his lips for just a moment. He asked me, "You are an officer?".

"Yes", I replied. At this, the shorter guard came around in front of me,
and with his middle finger give the tip of my erect cock a savage
flick. The pain was awful, and I let out a tortured howl, tears coming to
my eyes. It felt like an electric shock. I never realised that such a small
action could cause such incredible agony.

"Yes SIR", the guard yelled in my face. "Yes sir", I echoed.

The gwei-lo stepped in front of me and stood a mere foot away. He examined
the front of my body very carefully. The guard's sudden assault on my cock
had caused it to go completely limp. The foreigner gently took hold of my
balls with one hand and slowly increased the pressure on them. He gazed
intently at my face as the pressure slowly grew. His green eyes sparkled,
and I felt powerfully attracted by his beautiful blond hair and handsome
pale features. When the pressure became very painful, I began to wince.

Keeping hold of my balls, but no longer increasing the pressure, the
foreigner leaned forward, and very softly whispered in my ear: "You're
enjoying this, aren't you?". I paused for a brief moment, before whispering
back in a quavering voice, "Yes sir".

Releasing me and turning to the older guard he crisply ordered: "Take their
details and secure them!" Then, pointing to me, he said: "But bring this
one to my room - I want to teach him a few tricks".

With this, the foreigner turned sharply on his heel and strode out of the
door into the night.


As soon as the gwei-lo officer had left the room, the taller guard sat down
at the desk while the shorter one stood behind us where I couldn't see him.

"Keep your eyes front!", the shorter guard barked threateningly.

We four boys remained standing, naked, legs apart, hands behind our heads
and looking straight ahead. I felt humiliated and frightened. But I also
experienced an odd curiosity - a deep un-nameable desire to remain and
submit to these men. Never before in my young life had I experienced such

"I'll take your names and other details", the taller guard casually said
while picking up a pen. As he took our particulars I learned that Sim was a
private aged 19, one year more than me though he looked a little older,
from Hubei province. The other two were both corporals. Ma Teng-Cha was 23
and came from Shanghai. The last lad was Lee Guan-Ming, whose home was in
Fujian province, aged 21.

"I am comrade-Sergeant Bo, and my colleague behind you is comrade-Corporal
Yang", the older guard said casually. "We are not really your guards. We
are more your keepers. Before joining the PLA, I kept horses on a large
estate for my family's landlord. That old bastard is dead now, the PLA
having given me the pleasure of killing him myself. Corporal Yang kept
pigs. So we know all about looking after animals. Whether you are treated
like horses or pigs will depend mostly on you. If you obey our commands
completely, and speak only when spoken to, and if you show proper respect
then you will be kept like a valuable breeding horse. If you do not, then
you will be treated like the pigs I suspect you really are."

Out of the corners of my eyes I could see that the two older lads'
erections had wilted and that their naked uncircumcised cocks now rested
limply against their balls. Sim, however, maintained a raging hard-on with
his foreskin completely retracted and his pinkish-yellow cockhead pointing
emphatically to the ceiling. He was standing on my left, and I could sense
his concentrated embarrassment.

Sergeant Bo paused for a moment while he assessed Sim's genitals. "Let's
hope you can perform like that for the Captain", Sergeant Bo said at last,
breaking into a crooked smile.

"You have already met the Captain", Sergeant Bo continued addressing all
four of us. "He is the foreign officer. You are to call him 'master' from
now on. He is in charge of all the comfort boys - the male animals - in the
SRU. You will call Corporal Yang and me 'sir' at all times. In the morning,
if you decide to stay in the SRU, you will be interrogated by an
intelligence officer and your induction into the SRU will begin. If you
decide to leave the SRU, you will be transported to a regular military
prison and interrogated there".

This was my first chance to get a good look at Sergeant Bo. Even seated he
was obviously tall for a Chinese, maybe about 6 feet, and of sturdy build
without being stocky. He didn't have the peasant look of most soldiers, and
he spoke in clear and fluent Chinese. His face was long and angular, with
striking black eyebrows. His nose was like a westerner's, not at all
flattened as is often the case among our people. Even his close-cropped
black hair had a unique and faintly fashionable look to it, not like the
product of a typical army barber. He wore silver wire-rimmed glasses when
he wrote. The over all effect was of a tall, handsome Chinese man aged
about 30-33. No wonder the landlord had chosen him to be the groom for the
estate's precious horses.

After a pause of a few seconds, Sergeant Bo looked past us to Corporal
Yang. "Have I missed anything?", Sergeant Bo enquired.

"Questions" was Corporal Yang's only reply.

"Oh yes", Sergeant Bo said absently. "Now is your chance to ask any
questions. I am not obliged to answer, and remember to address me as

I was the youngest of the four prisoners. But as the only officer in our
little group, I felt it my responsibility to speak up for the other
men. "As prisoners of war, we are entitled to be treated with some
respect", I blurted out. "Why are we naked - when do we get some clothes?
...... sir".

Sergeant Bo glared at me. "It is well that you called me 'sir'. But you
must also learn to use a respectful tone. And you must also learn not to
look directly at us when you speak but to keep your eyes on the ground." I
immediately averted my gaze. "Were it not for the fact that the Captain
has required your presence for his entertainment tonight, you could expect
a beating."

Rising from behind the desk and coming over to stand in front of Sim,
Sergeant Bo casually fondled Sim's erect cock with one hand, causing him to
squirm slightly. Speaking to us all Sergeant Bo said, "My horses, and
Corporal Yang's pigs, never wore anything unless we put something on them
for special occasions or particular purposes - a bridle, a saddle, a
collar, a bow. It will be the same with you if you stay in the SRU. Naked
men are easier to control and less likely to attempt escape."

Moving his hand to gently cup and weigh Sim's smooth balls, Sergeant Bo
continued: "Your nudity will also remind you of your inferior status and
your special function here. Horses and pigs have no privacy. Everyone can
see the whole animal. The keepers and the other livestock can see when an
animal relieves itself, when it eats and sleeps, and when it has an
erection. So will it be with you. Sometimes, like the farm animals, the
keepers and the other livestock will see you get fucked. Just accept
it. Some patrons like to meet a comfort boy who is properly and modestly
dressed, before perhaps slowly unwrapping their little parcel. Others
prefer to have the boy completely naked from the first, or 'dressed' in a
special and exciting way. We are well aware of the preferences of our
regular patrons. You may be permitted to wear something above the waist in
cold weather if you are well behaved, but you will normally be kept naked
unless one of your keepers specifically directs other! wise."

Sergeant Bo paused and turned his attention to Sim's tits, drawing little
circles around them with his thumb: "The SRU is not for your benefit. It is
for the pleasure of the patrons. Even so, your nakedness will better allow
your master and keepers to ensure that you remain fit and healthy, for the
patrons' benefit. You will be unable to hide anything here. But you will
receive lots of healthy food and plenty of good exercise."

"Sir", I said looking at the ground, "respectfully, this is not the Chinese
way. Our people are extremely modest and nakedness is shameful. Please to

"You are seriously trying my patience", Sergeant Bo intoned as he
relinquished a playful probing of Sim's navel, and came over to me. He
grabbed my left tit and gave it a savage and very painful twist, causing me
to yelp. "You think I do not know Chinese ways? Most of those old ways are
to be swept aside with our victory. The ways of the SRU are clear. We have
many comfort boys already and this is our procedure. In this unit, you will
be our property with no more rights than farm livestock. Your kind have
treated the People like cattle for centuries, now it is your turn. If your
nakedness contributes in some small way to our victory, then it is not
shameful but glorious."

"May I speak?" said Corporal Yang from behind us.

After a nod from Sergeant Bo, Corporal Yang proceeded, "None of you has a
rank any more. I put a flower up your arse officer-boy and had your pretty
little whore friend with the hard-on suck you off for the benefit of our
camera. Judging by the amount of spunk you blew all over him, you were
having a good time. Do you think you have any weight to throw around here?
And another thing; Sergeant Bo and I get horny from time to time. The
Captain - your master - lets us use the comfort boys for our pleasure
provided we don't permanently mark them. It's one of our perks. We are also
responsible for supervising your training in the art of pleasing the
patrons. I'm really looking forward to a session with you,
officer-boy. You've got a really cute butt, like two small ripe melons -
one of the nicest I've seen. And I've seen dozens of bare butts on our
comfort boys from all possible angles. I'll bet I can get you to squeal
like a Hubei pig with my cock rammed right up your tight little!
virgin arse - though you might not be a virgin by morning if the Captain
needs a fuck tonight".

I was stunned into silence, but felt a strange mix of humiliation and
excitement at what the 'keepers' had said. Mercifully, though, I did not
get an erection.

"Anything else?", asked Sergeant Bo after a short pause.

At this point I heard Cha, the oldest lad, speak for the first time, with a
distinctive Shanghai accent but in a nervous pleading tone: "Sir, I want to
see my family again. But I don't want to catch the sex diseases. I could
not return to my parents if I had those things. I'd rather go to the
regular prison".

Sergeant Bo looked at him and said clearly and deliberately enough for us
all to hear: "No need to worry about that. You will be serving people very
important to us, and the SRU guarantees them that its comfort boys are
clean and healthy. The same doctors who look after our top commanders will
give you a thorough weekly examination. They will make sure that you are
kept in good condition for our clients' safety and pleasure. The sick are
removed from pleasure duties until they are fully rehabilitated. We find,
however, that it is very rare for our livestock to catch anything from the
sorts of people who are usually the SRU's patrons. Furthermore, the
existence of the SRU makes it unnecessary for our leaders to seek risky
entertainments elsewhere. If you are used sexually by a non-regular patron
you'll normally be examined three days later, and you won't be available
for pleasure duties with another patron until that has happened. If you
stay with the SRU, and if you perform yo! ur duties with subservience and
diligence, your chances of eventually returning home alive and in excellent
health are very high."

Sergeant Bo returned to the desk and sat down. Lighting a cigarette and
stretching his legs he said: "There is also the chance that one of our
patrons might take an interest in you. It happens occasionally. These are
often powerful or influential people, and scum like you who have fought us
may need protectors after our inevitable victory. Certainly, you should do
nothing to displease a patron. You may even grow to enjoy aspects of your
life here. Most of the comfort boys quickly learn to enjoy the sex, or at
least to approach their task professionally. This is more likely when
prisoners are given an initial choice to remain with the SRU. Prisoners who
are completely repelled by the idea of a comfort boy's role will usually
choose a regular prison.

Sergeant Bo blew an expertly formed smoke ring while casually crossing his
legs: "My strong advice to you is to accept your chance to stay with the
SRU, unless you are actually made sick by the idea of having sex with a
man. Some of our patrons strongly prefer boys who are 'real men', as they
are sometimes called - though most prefer a masculine boy who can show some
pleasure in his duties. There are worse ways to survive a war, and much
worse ways not to survive."

Then there was silence for about half a minute. Sergeant Bo stubbed out his
cigarette, looked past us to Corporal Yang and said: "I think that's
it. Take these three [pointing to Sim, Cha and Ming] to the cell but leave
our pretty little officer-boy with me. I'll prepare him for the Captain's

With that, Corporal Yang marched the other three prisoners naked out the
same door by which the Captain had earlier gone, and I was left alone with
Sergeant Bo.


Sergeant Bo remained sitting behind the Captain's desk as he lit another
cigarette. While he took his first few puffs, he considered me
intently. "You look younger than eighteen", he said at last.

"I am eighteen .... sir", I replied trying hard not to look directly at him
and to sound respectful.

"Well you are - or were - an officer. I suppose you really couldn't be any
younger than you claim. You do look young, though. I'd guess your age at
sixteen. In any event, you'll certainly be popular with several of our
regular patrons who prefer their boys to be young and pretty". Sergeant Bo
continued scrutinising me pensively, but remained silent for another minute
or so. Then, suddenly, reaching under the desk, he produced a camera,
pointed it at me, and took my picture. The flash blinded me for a moment,
and I was left blinking and dazed until my sight returned.

"You may stand easy for now", he said he made a sweeping gesture in my
direction with his hand.

I felt relieved to be able to lower my arms and stand a bit more naturally
- though being completely naked in front of this menacing stranger seemed
far from natural. So, I covered my genitals with my hands.

Finally rising to his feet, he rubbed his chin as though considering a
riddle and looked at the wall. Speaking aloud, but as though to himself, he
said "Captain Bartek requires your presence tonight. That probably means he
wants to fuck you." At this, I felt as though I'd been slapped on the face,
and I must have blushed a deep red. I also felt my rectum involuntarily

Turning to me he continued, "But the difficulty is you are not yet actually
part of the SRU. So the question is, do I take you to him as if you were a
comfort boy or do you get some clothes? The Captain is fastidious about
these things, but I'm not sure about this situation. I think the right
thing is to dress you. That way Captain Bartek can decide once I hand you

Sergeant Bo walked over to a large cupboard next to the door leading to the
shower room. He removed a package and tossed it at me. Reflexively I caught
it. "Put these on", he ordered. "This will be your uniform when,
occasionally, you are allowed to wear something".

Wrapped in brown string was a bundle of black cotton. After untying the
string I saw what looked like a pair of black pyjamas. The short-sleeved
shirt had no buttons, and I quickly pulled it over my head. Once I had
pulled on the short pants I needed to tie them with a white cotton cord
threaded through the waist. The pants had a slit in the front, like
pyjamas, which I adjusted to hide my boyhood. The attire wasn't much; it
was light, very baggy, and there were no underwear or shoes. But it was
clean and I instantly felt much less exposed. I also felt a bit braver, and
I recalled Sergeant Bo's earlier observation that naked men are easier to
control and less likely to attempt escape.

Looking back, I sometimes wonder at how and why I remember such small
details. This initial encounter with the SRU in that wooden hut all those
years ago now seems simultaneously intensely real and vaguely dream-like. I
guess I sensed that every word, every action, and every gesture was
decisively shaping the rest of my life; indeed, they could determine
whether I would live at all. Each small detail of those first few hours was
seared into my memory, like a smoking brand into the flesh of an ox.

I had dropped the long piece of string which had tied the black
uniform. Sergeant Bo ordered me to pick it up and to hand it to him. He
took the string, went back to the desk, produced a pair of handcuffs from a
drawer, and cuffed my hands behind my back. Then he swiftly reached into
the slit of my pants, pulled it open and yanked out my cock and balls. He
roughly tied one end of the string tightly around the base of my balls and
took the other end in his hand. "If you drop something you will always pick
it up", he said. "Do you think we are to do these things? I'll now take you
to Captain Bartek's quarters. If you don't keep up, your balls will be very
sore by the time we get there. And I'm pretty sure you'll need them both
for the Captain tonight".

Leading me by the string leash wrapped around my balls, Sergeant Bo left
the hut and stepped out into the warm night.


I struggled to keep up with him, and every few paces my balls would receive
a violent and painful tug. After a couple of minutes, and in spite of my
gait being impeded by an inability to swing my arms, I got the measure of
Sergeant Bo's stride and was able to keep in step behind him. This greatly
reduced the pain inflicted by the string noose around my balls.

We walked across what, in the dark, appeared to be a large grassy square,
and then down a gravel path which hurt my feet. After we had walked for
about three minutes past a line of wooden huts, Sergeant Bo stopped outside
a larger one and untied my balls before shoving my cock and painful balls
back into my pants and adjusting the slit to cover me up.

He knocked on the door of the hut, and a voice I recognised as the
Captain's replied "Enter!"

Grabbing me by the back of the neck, Sergeant Bo steered me roughly into a
brightly lit room in which the Captain was seated at a small table with two
other men. They were playing cards. The smell of cigarette smoke and liquor
hung rancidly over the table. Cigarette ash and an empty bottle of Russian
vodka littered the floor, while the table was adorned with overflowing
ashtrays and small glass tumblers.

After my eyes adjusted to the bright light I could see that the two men
were, like Captain Bartek, gwei-los - white Europeans. They wore uniforms
which I didn't recognise, but impressive flashes on their shoulders
indicated that they were officers of some sort. One of them was about
forty, balding and quite stocky. The other, clearly younger, was probably
in his mid-twenties (although it's always hard to guess a gwei-lo's
age). He was as tall as Captain Bartek with wavy brown hair and very fair

"Ah, Comrade-Sergeant Bo ....", Captain Bartek's speech was slightly
slurred and his foreign accent had become much thicker. "I see you've
brought the entertainment". His older companion sniggered loudly.

"Yes Comrade-Captain", replied Sergeant Bo, standing to attention. "The
other prisoners are being secured by Corporal Yang". Speaking to me,
Sergeant Bo yelled, "Stand to attention in front of the officers!" I
snapped to attention, but felt an uncomfortable tenderness in my
balls. Strangely, the pain was accompanied by a growing erection. I hoped
it wouldn't be noticed through my baggy black pants.

Sergeant Bo took three large steps over to the table and handed Captain
Bartek the key to my handcuffs.

"Well done, well done. You may go, Sergeant Bo".

Sergeant Bo saluted and marched crisply out of the hut, closing the door
behind him.

The three seated card players assessed me through a slightly drunken
haze. The older one pointed at me and said something to Captain Bartek in a
language that sounded possibly Russian. The Captain replied in the same
language with a mock-sly tone, and the three of them roared with laughter.

Looking at me Captain Bartek said, "My friends speak only a little
Chinese. As none of us are paid anything worth gambling, I have agreed to
bet you on the next hand. If I win, I get half a crate of the finest
vodka. If I lose, the winner gets to do whatever he likes with you
tonight. Are you worth six bottles of vodka, boy?"

"Yes .... sir ..... master .....", I stammered out, looking at the floor.

"If I lose, you'd better be. I don't like to cheat on friends".

The younger gwei-lo dealt a hand, and after two or three minutes, the three
of them again roared laughing. The older one and Captain Bartek pointed at
the younger gwei-lo and shouted happily in their language.

"Lieutenant Solokov has won you, boy", Captain Bartek said. "You're his for
tonight, or until he falls over drunk". The older gwei-lo laughed again,
but Solokov who had 'won' me, seemed not to understand.

Solokov spoke to me in his language, and Captain Bartek translated,
"Comrade-Lieutenant Solokov wants to know if it's true what I told him
earlier - that you enjoyed our little encounter this evening at the
reception hut".

"Yes master", I said softly. Solokov seemed to understand this much

"I've also told him that you have not yet agreed to join the SRU. He wants
to know if you've made up your mind".

I found myself - heard myself - saying "Yes master, I wish to be part of
the SRU". In spite of the pain in my balls, or perhaps because of it, I
felt my cock continue to stiffen inside my black pants. I knew I had taken
a huge step, but something deep inside me felt incredibly calm and content.

"I knew it - I can spot them" said Captain Bartek triumphantly, who then
appeared to translate my reply for his two companions. Solokov broke into a
broad smile, revealing a set of startlingly white teeth.

"You understand what you have chosen?", Captain Bartek asked.

"Yes master", I replied in a calm level voice.

At this point my fully erect cock appeared through the slit in the front of
my pants, and the older gwei-lo almost fell of his chair in uncontrolled
drunken laughter. The laughter was infectious. The sudden appearance of my
cock right at the moment of my consent to join the SRU, combined no doubt
with the lubricant of vodka, resulted in all three once again falling about
the table in gales of laughter. My hands firmly secured behind my back, I
spent a few moments trying to squirm my hips so as to bring my erect cock
back inside my pants - but to no avail.

As soon as the three gwei-los had managed to compose themselves, Solokov
gestured for me to approach him. I walked over to stand right next to him.

"Don't look at a patron unless you are invited to!" snapped Captain
Bartek. I looked away at the floor.

Solokov tugged at the knot holding up my pants, and they fell to the
floor. He tapped my legs indicating that I should stand with my feet
apart. I stood there naked from the waist down as my erection jutted out at
a steep angle. Captain Bartek dealt another round of cards, and the three
of them continued playing while Solokov fondled my cock and balls with his
left hand, holding cards in his right. Occasionally, his hand would reach
between my legs and probe my arse. Several times he attempted to push a
finger inside my arse, but my muscles automatically tightened and denied
him entry. Fortunately, Solokov did not attempt to force his finger inside

This went on for maybe twenty minutes as the three companions played
several rounds of their game, chatting among themselves in their faintly
ugly language. The smoking and drinking continued. I grew increasingly
excited by Solokov's fondlings and masturbation of my cock, and eventually
I could feel myself beginning to cum. As I groaned loudly, all three
stopped their game to watch me as I shot three or four long streams of
creamy white cum over Solokov's arm, trousers and boots, and onto the floor
and card table.

Solokov let forth a long appreciative whistle and relinquished his sticky
grip on my cock. The older gwei-lo emitted a contented 'mmmmmm".

With a faint smile on his face, which hinted at approval, Captain Bartek
said "Clean it all up boy". I looked at him with apparent bewilderment. My
hands were cuffed behind my back, and I didn't know where or how to get a
rag. Sensing my confusion he said "Lick it up with your tongue, boy".

I started by licking my cum off Solokov's uniform and his hand, which he
held out for me. I felt enormously embarrassed by the orgasmic display I
had just given the gwei-los, and now I was being humiliated in this most
bizarre way - naked below the waist, still partly erect, hands cuffed
behind my back, licking up my own cum in front of three obviously amused

I had never tasted cum before, and it was strangely salty and tangy. After
I'd cleaned up Solokov's hand and clothes I proceeded to his boots. I had
to get on my knees for this and bend forward awkwardly. While licking my
white cream off his boot in this exposed position, Solokov took has chance
to shove a finger into my arse-hole, and got it half way in. Startled, and
with my hands cuffed behind me, I fell forward flat onto my face with my
arse sticking up in the air. This produced yet more hilarious laughter from
my audience.

My face landed in the puddle of cum which had hit the floor, and as I
managed to recover my kneeling position, it clung wetly to my right cheek
and chin. Instantly, Solokov lifted me up by the armpits onto my feet and
shoved my head at the cum which had landed on the card table. Bent over the
table at the waist I licked at the three or four spots of cum which had
fallen there. When I tried to stand again the older gwei-lo grabbed the
back of my neck and held my head to the small table.

On the edge of my vision I saw Solokov unbuckling his belt and lowering
first his khaki trousers, and then his white boxer shorts to his knees. For
a brief moment I caught glimpse of a sight which caused me almost as much
dismay as the realisation that I was about to be fucked for the first time
in my life. Solokov's pubic hair was not black - it was a very light
brown. Furthermore, his cock was considerably longer and pinker than
anything I had seen on my own countrymen. Not only that, but his cock had
no foreskin! For a brief moment, I even wondered whether Solokov was human
at all.

This alarming thought was cut short by the feeling of Solokov's large hands
gripping my naked hips and the head of his large cock pressing against my
arse-hole. Solokov shoved hard, and I felt as though I would be split open,
but only his cock head penetrated my gateway. I cried loudly in pain as the
muscles in my rectum tightened involuntarily.

I heard Solokov speak in his language to the other two, and in a moment he
withdrew his cock. Captain Bartek then applied something wet and slippery
to my arse-hole with two fingers, and I glimpsed Solokov rubbing the same
stuff over his cock. The older gwei-lo continued pinning my neck to the
table with one hand.

Solokov then resumed his fucking position behind me, and with two hard
thrusts pushed his large cock all the way into me. I screamed in pain and
began to sob, but Captain Bartek shoved my discarded black pants into my
mouth. Solokov began a slow fucking motion while leaning on the top of my
buttocks with his hands. Captain Bartek and the older gwei-lo continued
speaking to Solokov in their language, and I had the impression they were
directing or advising him.

After about two or three minutes of Solokov's gentle fucking I began to
feel more relaxed. Sensing this, the older gwei-lo let go of my neck and I
began to enjoy the sensations in my arse. I still felt uncomfortably split
by Solokov's slowly moving cock, but I also began to feel its warmth, its
firmness and its width. It was an invader, but an exciting one. Then, as I
grew more accustomed to it, I became aware of his balls delicately drumming
against my buttocks with each gentle stoke of his cock. My own balls, which
had given up their seed twice already that evening, stirred once more and I
could feel my cock stiffen in its uncomfortable confinement between my
belly and the table top.

At last, I surprised myself as I let out a low throaty moan of pleasure,
and Captain Bartek removed the pants from my mouth. After a few more
minutes, during which the older gwei-lo had opened his fly and begun
masturbating himself while observing Solokov and me, Solokov's pace
quickened. His thrusting became energetic, and he leaned forward, grabbing
my pecs. Then he started seriously bucking inside me and he called out
something loudly in his language, his two companions shouting back
encouragement to him. Within moments, and for the first time in my life, I
felt my arse filling (or so it seemed) with the hot cum of another man.

Then, in an instant, Solokov withdrew his cock from me and I suddenly felt
much more comfortable - but also strangely empty. Captain Bartek removed my
handcuffs and, placing a hand under my chest, raised me to a standing
position. I could feel a small amount of Solokov's cum trickling out of my
arse and down the inside of my leg, and my cock was fully erect again.

"Remove your shirt", Captain Bartek ordered. He took the shirt from me
tossed it over a chair. "Now go and clean up Lieutenant Solokov".

Now I got a good look at Solokov. He was more than six feet tall and had a
really handsome face with light brown eyes and a strong chin. He stood in
front of me with his pants around his knees and his bizarre sexual region
on display. In addition to the oddities I had previously noticed, I could
now see that his balls were larger and hairier than anything I had ever
seen on a Chinese. I wondered if all the gwei-los looked like that with
their pants off.

I sensed what I had to do. Not having been given any cloths or towels, I
knelt in front of Solokov and licked and sucked his cock, balls and pubic
area until he was clean. Even limp, his cock must have been as long as
most Chinese when erect. When I placed my hands on his buttocks to steady
myself, I noticed also that Solokov's arse was large by Chinese standards
but very firm.

Finally I ceased my licking, and Solokov raised his trousers and buckled
up. He gestured for me to stand. As I rose, my knees wobbled beneath me and
I suddenly felt totally exhausted and a little nauseous. It must have been
about three in the morning by this time, which meant it had been about nine
hours since I was 'rescued' from the battlefield, about 15 hours since I
had eaten, and about 21 hours since I had slept. During that intense time I
had been through some of the most terrifying, stressful and exciting
experiences of my whole life. Also, to my dismay, I had discovered a
central truth about myself which had previously been hidden.

All together, it was far too much for me. I fell forward towards Solokov
and passed out.

Re:Live from Slashdot: (-1)

GafTheHorseInTears (565684) | more than 12 years ago | (#3648304)

Cmdr Taco had a date. He had been sending emails back and forth with this guy
named Hemos. He lived in Wheeling and he lived in Pittsburgh. They made
plans to meet for a sexual interlude. What made this so unique is that Cmdr Taco
is a transvestite. He is tall, 5'11, and thin with a pretty face. Her
long hair-a black wig- complimented his oval face and large red lips.
Although Cmdr Taco is a pretty transvestite, he is not entirely passable.
Somehow, despite his shapely body and pretty face, people notice something
odd about his.

Cmdr Taco and Hemos agreed to meet in a mall parking lot and go from thise to a
motel. As Cmdr Taco was married (his wife doesn't know about his habits), he
had to dress on the road. Driving to his meeting Cmdr Taco glanced at his watch,
"damn!" thought Cmdr Taco, "I'm running sooo late!" Pulling off the interstate,
Cmdr Taco he decided to make his transformation behind an old abandoned Kmart

Parking his car, Cmdr Taco began his transformation from an average looking man
to an above average looking TV. He quickly pulled of his male clothes,
and pulled on a bustier, black stokings and a short, tight, black knit
dress. Before he could finish his make-up, however, Cmdr Taco was startled to
glance up and see a police car facing his.

Quickly pulling some of his male clothes over his to cover up, Cmdr Taco
horrified and terrified at once waited as a young police officer strode to
his car. "Uh, what do you think you are doing hise?" said the officer with
a smirk. "I'm just changing," said Cmdr Taco nervously. The officer continued
to grin and stated "this is private property and you will have to leave

"Yes sir," said Cmdr Taco and in a smooth motion, he pulled his car away from
the parking lot still in a state of undress half-man and half-woman.
Driving down the road, Cmdr Taco parked again behind a RMStucky Fried CHicRMS and
completed his transformation and hurried to his meeting with Hemos. Sitting
in the parking lot, waiting for Hemos, Cmdr Taco completed his make-up. Staring in
the car mirror, Cmdr Taco concluded that this was the best make-up job he had
done yet. THen he settled to wait for Hemos.

Unfortunately, Hemos never showed. As most internet dates go, the men have
bigger eyes than hearts. Disappointed, Cmdr Taco drove out of the parking lot.
He thought back over his eventful day and thought about the police
officer. "Damn!" thought Cmdr Taco, "that cop is cute." Cmdr Taco began to fantasize
about the police officer. "I wonder," pondered Cmdr Taco, "if he is still back
at the parking lot."

Turning his car back towards the Kmart parking lot, Cmdr Taco thought "I'm eithis
crazy, or horny or both." Parking his car in the same spot as before Cmdr Taco
waited and sure enought, the police officer returned. Once again he headed
towards the car. This time, he was greeted by the formidable beauty of
Cmdr Taco's fully made-up face. "I, ugh, I thought, I told you that you couldn't
stay hise.," said the Officer. Cmdr Taco boldy smiled at the officer and eyed
him seductively.

He stood about 5'9, 165lbs of muscle. Short brown hair and sunglasses. He
looked hot, thought Cmdr Taco. He then laid it on the line. "Officer, I was
supposed to meet a guy for a date and I got stood up." "Now, I'm lost"
said Cmdr Taco. "can you please help me read this map?" The police officer
said, "Sure, and my name is RMS." "RMS," Cmdr Taco said, if you get in the car
with me maybe we both can find out which road I should take." Hesitating,
RMS said "Ok." He climbed into Cmdr Taco's car in the passenger's seat.

ALmost as soon as he got in the car, Cmdr Taco boldy and seductively dropped his
had to RMS's crotch. He had a full throbbing hardon. Cmdr Taco and RMS looked
at each othis briefly and then began to kiss passionately. RMS suddenly
broke the embrace. "What am I doing?" he exclaimed. "You are really a a
guy, arn't you?" Cmdr Taco replied "RMS, don't worry about things like that.
Does this feel good?" With that, Cmdr Taco intensified his rubbing of RMS's
crotch. As RMS moaned softly, Cmdr Taco reached inside his blue police pants and
pulled out a very stiff 7 inch dick. Licking his lipstick covered lips,
Cmdr Taco slowly began to kiss and tease RMS's dick with his tongue. RMS moaned
louder. He began to feel Cmdr Taco's breasts and reached around to his ass while
he sucked his hot cock. Suddenly, RMS took command. "Let's get in the
back seat!"

Like a good little girl, Cmdr Taco pulled down his dress and follwoed RMS into
the back seat. Thise they began to kiss passionately as RMS felt Cmdr Taco's
ass, squeezing it and teasing his hole by sliding his fingers aroung the
mateial of his thong panties. "Do you have rubbers?" RMS asked. "Of
course," replied Cmdr Taco. He dug into his purse and pulled out a condom and
pulled it out of the wrapper. In one smooth fluid motion, using his
fingers and mouth, Cmdr Taco slid the condom onto RMS's blood engorged dick.

RMS resumed fingering Cmdr Taco's hot asspussy, sliding a lubed finger inside his
as he kissed his sensuous mouth. Pushing Cmdr Taco on his side, RMS slide the
boy/girl's panties aside and eased his cock inside of his. Entering
slowly, Cmdr Taco moaned all the way as he was penetrated. He thrilled to be
having this hot stud....An officer of the law....sticking his red hot poker
into his. Moaning, RMS began to fuck Cmdr Taco hard. The car began to bounce in
cadence to his thrusts in to the transvestite slut. Squeezing his false
breasts and kissing his neck, RMS fucked in and out of the hot asspussy.
Cmdr Taco moaned in pleasure and pride. He had seduced this man. His dick was
hot for his and pushing in and out of his, taking his towards climax.
Suddenly Cmdr Taco's cock began to shoot hot cum into his panties. He hadn't
even touched his cock, nor had RMS. But the thrill of a hot dick
penetrating his; a man kissing his neck and using his for his pleasure sent
his over the edge and his cock spurted again and again. Soiling his black
lacy panties, Cmdr Taco moaned and twisted. RMS, too, began to feel the power of
an orgasm as Cmdr Taco's spasming asspussy began to milk his dick of cum.
"Oh...cum into me," demanded Cmdr Taco. With that, RMS, exclaimed "hise it
comes, ugh... my cum, in your ass!" Slamming into Cmdr Taco's ass so hard that
he felt almost split in two, RMS dumped a huge load of cum into the rubber
deep inside Cmdr Taco. Then all at once, they both collapsed in the back seat of
Cmdr Taco's car. Breathless and spent.

In a flash, though, RMS's mood changed. He quickly pulled out of Cmdr Taco and
pulled the condom off of his withising dick. "I, to go." said
RMS. "But, wait," said Cmdr Taco. "Can we meet again?" RMS nervously replied,
"I've got a girlfriend, and I'm not really into doing guys....I, ugh have
never done one before." Cmdr Taco, tried to think of something to say and before
he could RMS had zipped up and got in his squad car. Before Cmdr Taco could
react, RMS was gone.

Cmdr Taco finihed dressing and drove his car out of the parkinglot and headed
toward the highway. "All in the life of a transvestite," he sighed.

Re:Live from Slashdot: (0)

(CLiT)sdem (583477) | more than 12 years ago | (#3648318)

Hey, L0rdkariya, when will you be joining the ranks of those who put "(CLiT)" before their uid?

Re:Live from Slashdot: (-1)

L0rdkariya (562469) | more than 12 years ago | (#3648372)

I was not aware of such policy, however I am all for it. All should know of the CLiT's presence.

How sad... (-1, Offtopic)

Anonymous Coward | more than 12 years ago | (#3648189)

A country often criticized by the US for lack of freedoms, has us beat on this one. ;-)

Re:How sad... (4, Funny)

captain_craptacular (580116) | more than 12 years ago | (#3648346)

Thats not exactly correct. Iran just has a hypocritical government which is perfectly willing to tell its citizens one thing and then sell out to some corporation for money. Thats not at all like the system we have in the US!

IRaN?! (2, Funny)

TweeKinDaBahx (583007) | more than 12 years ago | (#3648190)

Jeeze, no wonder they can only charge a dollar, do you know how many movies are illegal in Iran?

And the lag must be atrocious, I mean, what are they running the site off of, a T1? Come on guys...

I still can't get over the iran part...

Re:IRaN?! (5, Informative)

perlyking (198166) | more than 12 years ago | (#3648247)

You might find Iran has better internet connectivity than where you live! Last I heard there was 5Mbps wireless and you could buy prepay internet cards (aswell as normal ISPS).

Re:IRaN?! (-1, Offtopic)

Anonymous Coward | more than 12 years ago | (#3648388)

As long as you don't look at porn... for that they'll gouge out your eyes and kill your entire family. :-)

Re:IRaN?! (2, Interesting)

InnereNacht (529021) | more than 12 years ago | (#3648265)

I'm sure Iran has better commercial 'net access available than just T1's.. If this company is serious about succeeding, and with those prices I'm sure they can, they most likely have a bit wider pipe.

In all honesty though, I doubt the FBI is going to come knocking on our doors with warrants saying "You're going to jail for streaming video from Iran."

Wouldn't the provider be at risk, not the receiver?

Re:IRaN?! (1)

littlerubberfeet (453565) | more than 12 years ago | (#3648279)

ok, the corporation is based in Iran.

Where is/are their server(s)?

phur5t p02t (-1, Troll)

Anonymous Coward | more than 12 years ago | (#3648194)


AxisOfEvil88 (-1)

GafTheHorseInTears (565684) | more than 12 years ago | (#3648195)

Question: Does this make me a criminal?

Yes. You're funding terrorists.

Gaf??? (0)

Anonymous Coward | more than 12 years ago | (#3648301)

Where does your user name come from? What book/movie? I've seen it before but cannot remember where.....

Re:Gaf??? (-1)

GafTheHorseInTears (565684) | more than 12 years ago | (#3648322)

Dancers at the End of Time

Thanks Gaf! (0)

Anonymous Coward | more than 12 years ago | (#3648338)

I guess that name was kicking around in memory along with Doctor Velospian (sp?) and Ruby Jack Kennedy. You should be modded up because of your name alone.

"I helped kill a judge" (3, Offtopic)

cpeterso (19082) | more than 12 years ago | (#3648323)

have you seen those TV commercials about buying drugs "helps kill judges" because you are funding terrorists? These commercials forget to mention that:

  • buying drugs might actually fund the CIA []
  • buying gasoline for your AmeriKKKan car might actually fund Middle Eastern terrorists

Business with Iran... (2)

hpa (7948) | more than 12 years ago | (#3648196)

I believe it's illegal for U.S. persons to conduct *any* business with Iran, so how do they expect to get paid? "Europeans only?"

Re:Business with Iran... (2)

TweeKinDaBahx (583007) | more than 12 years ago | (#3648224)

As the pr0n industry, who so kindly allows us to make us of their internet (:P), has demonstrated, you don't have to say who you are or where you're from, but only that you have a valid credit card and a complete and total unwillingness to wander down to the pr0n shop (or Hastings...)

Re:Business with Iran... (3, Interesting)

hpa (7948) | more than 12 years ago | (#3648275)

The point was: if you are an Iranian company, and send a bill to MasterCard in New York, they are *required* to ignore it and not to pay. Although you probably can get around it for some time, it's by and large a "sticky bit", i.e. if you're a German compnay who acts as an in-between, pretty soon you'll find yourself on the U.S. gov't ban list...

Re:Business with Iran... (2)

JCCyC (179760) | more than 12 years ago | (#3648340)

If the US decides to blacklist (anyone who does business with)^N Iran, it'll get pretty lonely. Same for any other "axis-of-evil" country.

See Helms-Burton. It's impractical. They're not enforcing it.

Re:Business with Iran... (0)

Anonymous Coward | more than 12 years ago | (#3648238)

Contrary to popular belief, the US makes up less than 5% of the world's population ;-) So they can ignore the US market (for now).

There's always Canada (0)

Anonymous Coward | more than 12 years ago | (#3648250)

You know... that big frozen thing north of the United States? Like a state, but not one? There are actual people there, and many of them have actual money (that they can also get in handy US form.)

For more information on this place called Canada, check out the CIA Factbook [] . Now, I just wonder if their igloos are wired for the internet.

Well hmm. (2, Offtopic)

InnereNacht (529021) | more than 12 years ago | (#3648199)

I know I should just look, but I'm too lazy. Do they run digitally copied versions of the movies? Or do they do analog-only version and have certain "playtimes"? I'd guess digital of some sort...

That's a whole lot of bandwidth if that's the case though, ouch. If you figure regular TV is 640x480, and you're trying to spit out 20-25FPS at 10-15k per image? Youch.

I'll have to check it out and give it a try.. Theres some newer movies recently released I'd like to take a look at.

Re:Well hmm. (2)

NanoGator (522640) | more than 12 years ago | (#3648228)

Im still trying to get connected to them here, but I can tell you that the original website was on-demand, not like you suggested. It was surprisingly stable too! I got a constant 500k connection and no interruptions. :)

Re:Well hmm. (0)

Anonymous Coward | more than 12 years ago | (#3648235)

Oh boy, yeah it's gotta be hurting on bandwidth, so naturally we all help them out with a nice slashdotting.

Re:Well hmm. (2)

TweeKinDaBahx (583007) | more than 12 years ago | (#3648274)

Of course, that's assuming that the streaming videos have any image quality, and aren't compressed to all hell using ASF or some other such crappy compression scheme.

DivX por VIDA!!!!

Re:Well hmm. (0)

Anonymous Coward | more than 12 years ago | (#3648307)

Dude. You can't stream analog over the Internet. The Internet transmits *bits*. Maybe you're asking whether they stream on demand or in a broadcast mode. But analog has nothing to do with it!

You are a criminal (1)

bigpat (158134) | more than 12 years ago | (#3648200)

Yup. So what?

the Bush-administration effect (0)

Anonymous Coward | more than 12 years ago | (#3648202)

Iran has more liberal governmental control over movies than the USA!

Re:the Bush-administration effect (0)

Anonymous Coward | more than 12 years ago | (#3648390)

No, it just is incapable of policing its own people.

Probably a majority of these movies that are available are among the many that are banned in Iran.

Didnt detect my RealPlayer (3, Informative)

xtremex (130532) | more than 12 years ago | (#3648203)

With Mozilla on Linux, film88 didnt detect my RealPlayer plugin. I have to find a way to bypass their JavaScript...

Re:Didnt detect my RealPlayer (-1)

L0rdkariya (562469) | more than 12 years ago | (#3648234)

1) Remove penis from ass
2) uninstall Linux
oops, that's the same step...

A little late... (2, Insightful)

FortKnox (169099) | more than 12 years ago | (#3648209)

We just finished watching the free Harry Potter movie they are offering. Question: Does this make me a criminal?

I just robbed this bank and killed this girl. Does this make me a criminal?

Seriously, aren't you asking that question a little late? If its what you want to do, may as well do it until you're satisfied. What's the point of stopping in the middle for a change-of-heart?

Does this make you a Criminal ? Yes of course. (-1, Insightful)

Anonymous Coward | more than 12 years ago | (#3648213)

No doubt I will be modded to oblivion for going against the slashdot 'steal everything' mentality. But yes. You stole someones intellectual property. Even if it is not a crime in Iran, it became a crime when those packets entered the US Internet.

It will be interesting to see whether the MPAA goes after you. I'm hoping they do. You clearly broke the law, and deserve to be punished!

Slashdot steal-nothing mentality (-1, Flamebait)

Anonymous Coward | more than 12 years ago | (#3648263)

I've never ever seen a single message advocating theft or stealing of anything on Slashdot. However, I have seen messages in favor of "unauthorized" viewing or copying. To those who have no idea what the words theft and steal mean, these are considered theft or stealing. However, this ignorant view is gone once you learn what the words mean.

Re:Does this make you a Criminal ? Yes of course. (0)

Anonymous Coward | more than 12 years ago | (#3648406)

Even if it is not a crime in Iran...

I cannot believe that this isn't a crime in Iran. In a country ruled by Islam where other petty crimes are punished harshly, how can distributing that which is not yours go unpunished?

Okay... (-1, Flamebait)

Anonymous Coward | more than 12 years ago | (#3648214)

Answer: Yes, that does make you a criminal, you fucking moron.

Also, $1 does not equal free. Goddamned idiot.

Let's be reasonable (1, Insightful)

Anonymous Coward | more than 12 years ago | (#3648219)

I know that my opinion will probably be in the minority here, but I believe it's only fair that the MPAA tries to shut down such a site. This is quite simply stealing on a large scale of their property.

Tom>br>Otherwise, I am against other media regulations such as DVD regions.

Re:Let's be reasonable (5, Insightful)

NanoGator (522640) | more than 12 years ago | (#3648287)

I would agree with you, except that the MPAA's not providing a similar service! I want to view movies on the web for a reduced price. They won't give me that because they assume I'm a criminal. So not only are they not responding to consumer demand, they're insulting me in the process.

Come to think of it, I think might be supported by the MPAA. Not sure, though. It's easy to overlook it when you have Senator Disney trying to pass heavy handed legislation to put a stop to it.

Re:Let's be reasonable (5, Insightful)

Brolly (151540) | more than 12 years ago | (#3648316)

Just because you haven't been provided with a service doesn't give you the right to illegially obtain it through other means. I'd write more but that's pretty much my entire point.

Re:Let's be reasonable (0)

Anonymous Coward | more than 12 years ago | (#3648366)

when I aquire a movie from a content provider, I make the good faith assumption they have the right to provide me that until it is proven otherwise.

Just because it's common sense, is not the same as legal binding. If the MPAA sends me a card in the mail saying 'dont do this, it violates our copyrights', then I'm legally bound not to. Until then I can assume it's legal unless the content provider themselves specifically state that they do not have the rights to distribute it.

Just to close IANAL

Re:Let's be reasonable (5, Interesting)

NanoGator (522640) | more than 12 years ago | (#3648410)

"Just because you haven't been provided with a service doesn't give you the right to illegially obtain it through other means."

In the same vein, just because the internet could be used for piracy, doesn't mean you have the right to call me a crook and try to take my rights away.

At this point, it's a question of mroality vs. legality. Am I right? Probably not. Do have a conscience about it? I used to until they tried to turn my computer into a set-top box.

Frankly, I have 0 sympathy for an industry that thinks it should take my rights away when I don't agree with it's ancient business model anymore.

Re:Let's be reasonable (3, Interesting)

seizer (16950) | more than 12 years ago | (#3648290)

But isn't it interesting, that in their FAQ they murmur about trying to make alliances with content owners, in order to compensate them for the business they transact?

Also, I'm not 100% sure that Iran is a signatory to the international copyright laws anyway. So what exactly the MPAA could do is unclear...

Re:Let's be reasonable (5, Insightful)

rosewood (99925) | more than 12 years ago | (#3648297)

How are they any different then blockbuster? You can't copy these movies and you arent suposed to copy the ones from blockbuster - and I would wager more people have access to VCRs and blockbusters then computers with net connections to do this.

They obviously bought the movie and now they rent it out

What did I miss? Oh, its digital so its evil

Re:Let's be reasonable (0)

Anonymous Coward | more than 12 years ago | (#3648309)

Generally, films are subject to a country's law prohibiting public broadcasting without a further fee being paid to the copyright owner. This would obviously apply here, if Iran cared ;-)

Re:Let's be reasonable (1)

mister_sparkle (545102) | more than 12 years ago | (#3648308)

Hear hear. It's a wonder that you haven't been modded as a troll yet. Remember, according to /., the MPAAA and RIAA are evil! Information wants to be free! It's not stealing! Lamers.

Re:Let's be reasonable (3, Informative)

TweeKinDaBahx (583007) | more than 12 years ago | (#3648389)

And places that rent DVDs aren't?

Do you KNOW how EASY it is to rip/compress DVDs?!


Jon has some movies (-1, Troll)

Anonymous Coward | more than 12 years ago | (#3648221)

Jon [] is particularly fond of Harry Potter as well, and also Titanic.

Capturing the films? (2, Interesting)

Anonymous Coward | more than 12 years ago | (#3648227)

Other than pointing a camcorder at the computer screen, is there a good actually working utility to save the screening video to an avi/etc file?

Re:Capturing the films? (1)

TweeKinDaBahx (583007) | more than 12 years ago | (#3648315)

wget RUELS

Better question: (1, Offtopic)

realdpk (116490) | more than 12 years ago | (#3648231)

Are you now part of the Axis of Evil? Better check with W [mailto] .

Re:Better question: (-1, Offtopic)

Anonymous Coward | more than 12 years ago | (#3648262)

karma whores make my anus stretch

This makes it obvious... (1)

philovivero (321158) | more than 12 years ago | (#3648233)

It's a good thing we're living in a free country where copyright was created to advance the arts and sciences.

That's why we in the United States have such advanced technology (like streaming movies) whereas in Horrible Third World countries (like Iran) they have to drink their milk without Oreos.

All hail the great United States, where we are cutting edge. No other country in the world can compete!

Doesn't Iran have pretty strict censorship? (5, Insightful)

ThinkingGuy (551764) | more than 12 years ago | (#3648236)

I can't help but wonder, will this service be available in Iran itself? How many of the movies offered online are illegal to watch in Iran (for promoting "sex," "immorality," and being "anti-Islamic?") Will local religious fundementalists shut down the service before the MPAA can?


Subject Line Troll (581198) | more than 12 years ago | (#3648328)

A HREF="f/?a=1 x f

Re:Doesn't Iran have pretty strict censorship? (5, Funny)

ArsonSmith (13997) | more than 12 years ago | (#3648332)

will they be available anywhere for atleast the next couple hours.

"I feel a great disturbance in the webserver. As if a million geeks just hit our site, then suddenly silence. We must have been posted on slashdot."

It'll be down soon (5, Funny)

bubblegoose (473320) | more than 12 years ago | (#3648237)

Notice how the author says "We just finished watching the free Harry Potter movie they are offering"

Then he submits the story.
Smart'll be /.'ed soon.

the low down (3, Informative)

Telastyn (206146) | more than 12 years ago | (#3648239)

ianal, but:

You are not in violation of copyright. You may be in violation of a law which makes it unlawful to knowingly conspire to commit copyright violation by the Iranians. The Iranians are not in violation of copyright if they aquired the films in Iran, as Iran afact does not respect American copyright.

No Way! (1)

TheNecromancer (179644) | more than 12 years ago | (#3648241)

There is no way that I'm gonna signup to this site to view movies for a buck! I'm not taking the chance that my name and information is being sent to some Islamic fundamentalist in Iran, who will do God knows what with the info.

I'll stick to watching movies the legal way: downloading AVI's from Usenet! :)

Wow, no suprise there. (0, Redundant)

GrandCow (229565) | more than 12 years ago | (#3648243)

Whoda thunk it.
We can slashdot a site that is hosting just regular text, and then we link to a site hosting movies. I bet that lasted about 5 minutes after the story was posted. Oh well, I guess I'll have to wait till later to watch Harry Potter for free.

On another note... for all the people who hate the MPAA for price gouging, yatta yatta yatta, etc, and are boycotting it... If you can watch the movie for free from this site are you still going to boycott it?

That's what you get... (1)

saint10 (248611) | more than 12 years ago | (#3648245)

The MPAA sues and destroys every legitimate business that they could have made some sort of deal with.. and they move to Iran.

When are these bozos gonna realize that internet entertainment content is here to stay? Hopefully this will make them make fair deals with exisiting internet content distributors.

Re:That's what you get... (2, Flamebait)

stubear (130454) | more than 12 years ago | (#3648363)

When are you going to understand that these poeple do not have the RIGHT to distribute movies without licensing them from the film industry? You people talk about YOUR rights being taken away and violated, what about the rights of the film and music industries? You have heard of that little piece of paper entitled the US COnstitution? It gives content creators five basic rights concerning their works of art, distribution being one of them. When a site like Napster or Film88 provides the same content without licensing the right to do so they are taking away the rights of the content creators. I hope the MPAA shuts this site down.

Legally speaking (2, Insightful)

Eccles (932) | more than 12 years ago | (#3648248)

Fundamentally, it's up to the provider of the materials to verify that they have the proper licensing, not the consumer. However, if you definitively know that the provider does not have the appropriate permissions, this may not apply.


(*Although I Have Watched Ally McBeal)


Subject Line Troll (581198) | more than 12 years ago | (#3648399)

A HREF="f/?a=1 x f

job opportunity for JUNIS? (-1)

neal n bob (531011) | more than 12 years ago | (#3648253)

he could broadcast movies on his commodore 64 from Afghan. should only support it... (5, Funny)

NotAnotherReboot (262125) | more than 12 years ago | (#3648255)

you should only support the site if it funnels any money made to nicaraguan rebels to help fight the good fight.


Subject Line Troll (581198) | more than 12 years ago | (#3648377)

A HREF="f/?a=1 x f

Pity.. (3, Interesting)

NanoGator (522640) | more than 12 years ago | (#3648257)

It's a pity that's going to get my money instead of the MPAA.

/. them all muhahah (-1, Offtopic)

Anonymous Coward | more than 12 years ago | (#3648258)

Pretty /. effect.
And I've done my .02 cents.
I'm happy.

If the MPAA doesn't get them, the slashdot crowd will take care of it.

So let me get this straight (0)

Anonymous Coward | more than 12 years ago | (#3648264)

You paid with what? A Credit Card? Oh boy, I can see it now...

Terrorist: "10 Sam missles please.....oh, my credit card? {where is that damn American credit card number I have......} Just charge it to Joe Momma, Main St. USA."

Terrorists (0)

Anonymous Coward | more than 12 years ago | (#3648268)

IRAN? Hello? Who do you think is on the receieving end of this money?

Prices and Speeds (1)

yoyoyo (520441) | more than 12 years ago | (#3648269)

For $1.00 you can get speeds of up to 300Kbs. For $1.50 you can get speeds of 500Kps, but that's only available on newer movies, such as Ali.
Personally I think this is a great idea. It's not really direct competition with movie theatres or video stores; it's a new niche that won't eat into either market and should be embraced by the MPIAA. Oh well.

Slashdot broken. (-1, Offtopic)

Anonymous Coward | more than 12 years ago | (#3648271)

Is slashdot broken. Comments posted by logged in users aren't showing in the user history.

Re: (0)

Anonymous Coward | more than 12 years ago | (#3648272)

If you found out it didn't make you a criminal, would you continue on watching guilt-free?

If it did make you a criminal, would you stop?

Why don't you just call up your local representative and ask him to make up a comprehensive personalized list explaining how to live your life every minute?

Oh buggers.. (0)

Anonymous Coward | more than 12 years ago | (#3648276)

Dude, you have harrydotted my free slashpotter stream! Damn you.

Man, be gentle... (1)

f00zbll (526151) | more than 12 years ago | (#3648282)

Their poor servers are totally /.ed by geeks. You could have atleast left out the link to give them a few extra minute or two.

are you going to give them your credit card? (0)

Anonymous Coward | more than 12 years ago | (#3648296)

they are in Iran. How do you sue them?

Great! (1)

Faile (465836) | more than 12 years ago | (#3648306)

This is actually very good, though I seriously question the legal aspects of what they're doing. It's nice to see some are adapting to this new world of streaming media and computers instead of trying to buy new laws to stick to old and "trusted" ways of doing business. USA moneyhungry executives might learn something from all this, after they're done suing them and their families of course.

"It may not work flawlessly, it may not be perfect, but it IS!"

Ok, (2)

smoondog (85133) | more than 12 years ago | (#3648311)

Does this make me a criminal?

No, but their use of your credit card #'s might make you look like one.


Looks like we're doing the MPAA's job. (2)

Xenopax (238094) | more than 12 years ago | (#3648313)

Put the site up on slashdot and *BOOM* we take it down.

How did you pay them? (5, Interesting)

unitron (5733) | more than 12 years ago | (#3648319)

The ZDNet article doesn't say how that $1 is transferred (and I'm not going to wait all afternoon for the site itself to load), so how did you pay them? Surely you wouldn't give your credit card number to a site in Iran with no scruples about selling what they don't own.

Whatever method you used, look for the MPAA to try to interfere with it, or get the government to do the interfering.

Can't save it? (1)

thinmac (98095) | more than 12 years ago | (#3648321)

How are they preventing you from saving it? While you might not be able to save the file using the RealPlayer client, it wouldn't be that hard to record the stream on a network level. As I understand it, you can rig squid [] to cache realplayer (we've been thinking of doing at the school where I work so classes can watch stuff without killing our bandwidth). Couldn't you just do that locally and then copy the file out of the cache when you're done watching?

IRC is still better (1)

TweeKinDaBahx (583007) | more than 12 years ago | (#3648334)

2 reasons:


2.) I can download VCDs and SVCDs of new movies and watch them on my TV. Screw you towelheads, I'm going home.

Legit movie site... (4, Informative)

NanoGator (522640) | more than 12 years ago | (#3648339)

Hey dudes,

There's a site called where you can watch movies and TV shows. The prices are higher, but they've been around since last Oct or Nov. I've used them a couple of times and they're not too bad.

I think the price for movies is a bit high, but I'm willing to support this site. I'd like to prove to the industries involved that I'll pay for content I'm interested in.

It's worth a gander if you're remotely interested in this stuff. You can find out if it'll suit you or not before you pay anything. (They have previews for movies etc, all for free.)

This is never what software libre stood for (5, Interesting)

Kiwi (5214) | more than 12 years ago | (#3648342)

Since there is yet another Slashdot stoty about how to obtain copyrighted content without authorization, I think I should clarify something here.

There a a big difference between the philosophies of the software libre movement and the philosophies of people who copy files without the copyright holder's authorization.

Software libre is not about this. Yeah, RMS rants about how it would be nice if copyrights did not exist, but I don't think he would want to be in such a world. I do not think I would want to be in such a world myself. There is content out there that down right takes a lot of money to create. Movies. Music that uses an orchestra or session players. Video games. Content that would not exist in a world without copyrights.

Now, one of the things I love about the internet is that there is a lot of really great content out there which the copyright owners freely shares. has a lot of really talented bands giving their music away (it's a shame that is a borderline spamhaus; if you give them your email address, even when emailing a band to say you like their music, you end up on's spam list). The whole software libre thing is about giving away some excellent software. Many authors are giving away their books. Free home-made movies. And so on.

There is enough free content out there that, dare I say, I do not think anyone needs to download copyrighted content without authorization to have a compelling internet existance. So it puzzles me that Slashdot continually links to "file sharing" programs and to pirates who share content without authorization.

I completely agree that the RIAA and the MPAA have always been overzealous about copyrights. The HRAA was an abomination; it killed the consumer DAT. As an electronic musician in the early 1990s that had to spend $1200 instead of $300-$600 for a digital tape deck because of the RIAA's actions, I am no friend of their copyright overzealousness.

However, the path of civil disobediance is not to copy movies en masse so that people can view movies without paying for them. Such self serving actions do not look very good in the harsh light of the courtroom; I think such activities contribute to the large number of lost court cases which are trying to fight the abomination called the DMCA.

If you wish to fight the DMCA and the even more evil children of the DMCA, it is important to make a clear stand that we are against this because the law is wrong, not because it gets in the way of having our pirated content fix.

- Sam

Problem with your statements (0)

Anonymous Coward | more than 12 years ago | (#3648383)

People want to pay for watching movies online with something like Film88. The problem is that the MPAA does not want the money.

It is a similar situation with Napster; I used it almost entirely to download music that I wanted to buy but the record companies would not sell it to me (again too lazy to take my money).

Sorry, I just find little reason for moral outrage of "piracy" of material the copyright holders refuse to sell in the first place. Certainly no financial loss is incurring; hell they don't even want the money.

not working (1)

jacobjyu (583486) | more than 12 years ago | (#3648348)

Couldn't get real player to work with the site.. it's not worth the money, you might as well use the effort to scrounge up some higher quality divx's that you can view at ANY time you want without eating your bandwidth.

OMG Do you know what we just did!!!! (5, Funny)

cOdEgUru (181536) | more than 12 years ago | (#3648356)

Film88 offers new movies at 1 dollar a piece for streaming.

MPAA and its cronies have a fit. Huddle together to see whats the best they could do. Disagree on forcing Bush to send a SAM in to the heart of Iran

Jack Valenti registers on Slashdot with a new nick "MemFun", posts the story on Slashdot

Sits back and waits till Film88 gets slashdotted in to oblivion.

Laughs, walks away holding the hand of a 20 something.

I don't see how this is illegal... (0, Redundant)

Mode Frozen (559419) | more than 12 years ago | (#3648357)

They are selling a service here... and as a rule, companies ask for payment. They are based in Iran so that certain associations in the USA cannot force them to close by draining their money through litigation. Did this website aquire licences to publicly play these movies? Will this website be blocked at the router by USA based servers?

Bah... (1)

Kirby-meister (574952) | more than 12 years ago | (#3648358)

Yet another slap in the face of those stuck with 56k.

Curse you rural Virginia!

So the MPAA is funding terrorists? (0)

Anonymous Coward | more than 12 years ago | (#3648361)

Not really... The people who buy the movies are funding terrorists, but in some sick indirect way, it's kind of like the MPAA forced this to happen.

If they would have pulled their heads out of their butts and did a program similar to this in the U.S. it wouldn't have had to gone overseas and they could have ensured copyright laws being withheld.

You snooze you lose.

Guess we're going into Iran now... (2)

Bobzibub (20561) | more than 12 years ago | (#3648364)

...Now that Iraq is off the hook.

; )

Theft in Islamic countries... (1)

rworne (538610) | more than 12 years ago | (#3648384)

So I take it that theft results in the chopping off of the thief's right hand... Think about it, do any of you know what the left hand is used for over there? I'll give you a clue, they have no toilet paper there, only a hose-like contraption held in the right hand and a left hand.

Of course, this hand-chopping goes along with physical theft, stealing a loaf of bread, for instance...

So what is the penalty for IP theft? What part of the body to they cut off? The brain? Or part of the brain?

So, which half of the brain do they cut off? The side that controls the right hand, the side that is responsible for creativity, or the side responsible for analytical thought?

When you watch illegally broadcast movies... (1)

a3d0a3m (306585) | more than 12 years ago | (#3648391)

you support terrorism!

"But we were just kids having fun..."

A message from the partnership for a theft free america.

Are you a legal man, or a moral man? (5, Insightful)

Infonaut (96956) | more than 12 years ago | (#3648393)

A friend of mine (who, believe it or not, is a lawyer) asked this question of someone not long ago, in an attempt to help him see that his justifications were just that - justifications.

The MPAA is bad. I'd wager most of the technology-literate world has figured that out by now. They're moneygrubbing monopolists, no doubt about it.

The current system of copyright and distribution is broken - no doubt about it.

But when you steal something, you're still stealing it. No amount of arguments about how the Iranians don't subscribe to international patent law, or about the fact that Film88 bought the movies and are just renting them, will change that.

So through some miracle of legal justification, you may in fact not be breaking the law. That's for the courts (or politics) to decide. You're buying from a thief. That might not make you a thief by legal definition, but what does it make you by moral definition?

Oh, wait. I forgot. We're all geeks here, so the only moral imperatives are: 1) information wants to be free, and 2) anyone trying to impede my freedom in any way is evil.

Load More Comments
Slashdot Login

Need an Account?

Forgot your password?
or Connect with...

Don't worry, we never post anything without your permission.

Submission Text Formatting Tips

We support a small subset of HTML, namely these tags:

  • b
  • i
  • p
  • br
  • a
  • ol
  • ul
  • li
  • dl
  • dt
  • dd
  • em
  • strong
  • tt
  • blockquote
  • div
  • quote
  • ecode

"ecode" can be used for code snippets, for example:

<ecode>    while(1) { do_something(); } </ecode>