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If He Hollers Make Him Pay
by Cameron Brock III (cameronbrock3@gmail.com)
***
I'm a student just starting college but I'm a total
alpha male who knows what I want to do with my life
and how I can bend the world to my will. I've devoted
my life to subjugating and manipulating creatures
weaker than myself (faggot cocksuckers, mostly) and
enslaving them for purposes of my pleasure and
improving my overall quality of life. What follows is
not really a story but my memoranda, notes, studies,
general sketches for my eventual graduate paper
studying the true nature of a subspecies known
variously as cocksuckers, queers, faggots, etc. Make
of it what you will. It's all true. (MM, nc, 1st-gay-
expr, oral, anal, mc)
***
I'm only 19 so don't expect a bunch of fancy writing
from me. Yeah, this really is my real name and email
and all this shit really happened. I know it sounds
weird but it's all fucking true because people really
are like this. A guy couldn't make up all the freaking
stuff. Don't read it if you can't stand the truth
about adults.
For instance, there's this one faggot who pays me
actual money to come to his office and treat him like
my personal cuntboy fuckhole. Which he is, actually. I
call him my "wallet twat".
I make him wrap money around my cock with his tongue
before he can get started serving me. This faggot
really puts his money where his mouth is, and he
spends his whole lunch hour naked on his knees fagging
out on my cock. And his "lunch" is my boycum, ha ha.
I cum on his tie. I kick him in the nuts. Then I take
his credit card.
But I'll get to that after I tell you all about all
the other fags.
All the other cocksuckers (online and off) that I've
broke in to paying me money regular so they can get a
chance at swinging on my dick.
For them, giving me stuff, paying me money or buying
me things from my amazon wish list (look it up under
cameronbrock3@gmail.com) is just their way of
worshipping me. It's just a reminder to these fags
that I deserve more and they deserve less.
Hell, I've got some fags who don't feel right until
they've paid their weekly or daily dues because they
NEED to feel like a fag. They NEED to feel USED.
Paying me something, or doing me some favor just
reminds them that they are nothing, when they perform
this service for me, they keep in their sick little
fag heads all day long what low-lifes they truly are.
I make'em send me stuff from my gift list at amazon.
Sometimes the sick perv queers get sooooo grateful
that real men like me exist to put them in their place
that they fork over plenty through PayPal and stuff.
Keeps me in sneakers, fresh underwear, the latest
ipods, camping gear.
Wallet twats like these love to help pay for my dates
with girls so when I fuck'em I'll sometimes come home
and have a fag waiting for me at home just for the
purpose of cleaning off my real man cock. Just for
grins, I step on his little clit weenie before I
leave. Just to put the fucking queer in his place.
But they love to pay me for the honor of just paying
me. They know their supporting the true nature of
their cause, which is that submissive lower-than-human
fags are put on this earth to make my life better. And
they're grateful to do it.
One queer I mailed a jumbo condom sagging with my
boycum.
THAT fag was so grateful for a balloon of my sweet
jizz he practically paid for all my textbooks this
first semester!
One time I went over to one of my naked fags' house
just before I went out on a date. The fag thought he
was gonna get to suck my cock but instead I made him
hand over his credit card so I could show my girl a
really sweet time before I took her home and fucked
her pussy full of my cum right on his bed.
*
Next day the fag came to me in tears and said he was
soooo grateful that he could help me help my cock have
that kind of pleasure in that way, and that he knew I
deserved it.
I said, "Damn right." And kept the credit card for a
month longer.
When I brought other girls over, I told the fag he had
to be hiding the under the bed the whole time so he
could listen while I dicked her pussy hard into the
mattress, LOL!
Stupid cocksucker keeps paying for the whole thing.
Including the humiliation. But then faggots like that
love helping a REAL man like me enjoy my life.
That's what faggots live for. That's what faggots were
born for.
And if they can't serve in some ways, they can always
send money. Or gifts.
Geez, it's awesome all the pussyboys who'll fork over
the cash or send me presents just for the honor of
being near an honest-to-god real man's cock.
The thing is, they LOVE it. they can't get enough of
it. Can't get enough of my cock. Can't get enough of
my cum. Can't get enough of my name calling. And they
can't get enough of sending me personal tributes to
celebrate the real cock of a real man who knows how to
do some real fucking.
One time I even charged two fags for the privilege of
watching me fuck a girl. I made them stay on their
knees naked in my bedroom closet while I fucked the
bejeezus out of her.
Did I mention I'm 19 years old? I'm just got out of
high school and I'm working on building up my college
fund just by pumping money out of faggots who love to
get abused by a real man. Hell, now I've even got Mr.
Begley, my high school science teacher, "contributing"
to my scholarship fund. He says he doesn't feel right
unless he paypals me 50 bucks every day. Every so
often I'll go over to the high school when it's closed
and make him crawl around the classroom naked barking
like a dog and standing up on his hind legs and
begging for my cock. Sometimes I'll send a one of my
buddies over to facefuck him too.
I first discovered queers or faggots were crazy for my
cock when I was fifteen.
Yeah, I was fifteen and my next door neighbor turned
out to be a fag.
At first Mr. Gifford was paying me to cut the grass.
Then he was just PAYING me. We'd pretend like it was
an advance, but I would just end up sitting around his
house drinking lemonade while I finally noticed he was
trying to get a glimpse of my big sweaty balls up my
shorts.
Still Mr. Gifford kept giving me more and more money.
All I had to do was sit there in my sweaty t-shirt and
jeans with grass stains and holes in them (sometimes
he could see I wasn't wearing underwear).
Mr. Gifford'd get all fidgety till one day Mr. Gifford
said why don't you take off your shoes and relax?
So I did.
The stupid fag was practically drooling when he saw my
feet. I wiggled my toes a little just to tease him. He
practically creamed in his jeans.
"Please," Mr. Gifford finally broke down. His voice
was all squeaky and beggy like a faggot's "Could I
just maybe... k-k-kiss them just a little while? Just
please let me kiss your toes."
I acted super-offended, grossed out. Started calling
him a pervert, queer toelicker, footsucker.
The stupid fuck offered me even MORE money if I just
would be quiet and wouldn't tell nobody.
Seemed like the worse I treated him, the more he liked
it. The more offended and arrogant I acted, the more
money he kept offering to pay me.
Well I took the money and before I left I said, like,
well okay, I guess you can get your fag thrills just
kissing my toes. Go ahead. Get down there and kiss my
feet.
You woulda thought it was the biggest treat in the
world!
Man, the way Mr. Gifford got down on his knees.
Actually got down on ALL FOURS! HA! A grown man
crawling in front of a fifteen year old boy! But he
was beyond caring about appearance. The fag had no
dignity by now. All he knew was he was so fucking
horny to kiss my toes.
Well the fag put his lips to my toes and made all
sorts of sloppy faggy noises he was grateful to just
be at my feet. I couldn't believe it! A grown man!
Licking the toes of a fifteen-year-old!
I couldn't help but snicker at how he was acting like
suck a horndog.
Man, if a grown fag paid this much for my toes, what
WOULDN'T he do for my COCK?
But that was just a glimmer of a thought in the back
of my mind at the time. I just fucking liked the idea
of making a grown man (or fag) do everything I say. It
got me hard imagining have my personal cocksucker.
Eventually, I'd get Mr. Gifford's wallet, his credit
cards, his car, his house--even his wife and daughter.
But I wasn't thinking so far ahead then. I didn't have
such a long-range business plan at the time.
Right in the middle of some kind of weird-ass fag-
ecstasy if his, I sort of kickslapped Mr. Gifford
smack the face and told him how disgusting he was.
He said "I'm sorry Sir!"
Sir! He actually called me, SIR!
ME, a fifteen year old kid who was letting this
thirty-something fag kiss my toes--for money. He
called me SIR! Ha ha!
I threw my socks at him and said something like "Here,
cuntface fag, you can have fun rubbing your measly
little clit dick all around my socks thinking about my
feet kicking your balls and your butt. Just suck'em
clean once you spooge 'em with your fagslime."
That just seemed to get him MORE excited. The stupid
old fag actually seemed grateful! Relieved, even.
Then I laughed and told Mr. Gifford MAYBE I'd be back
tomorrow.
"Please, Sir, will you let me suck your toes again?"
"Maybe, fag. If you pay enough."
"And maybe you'll let me suck your... your cock, too?"
I told him maybe --And he'd better be ready. Ready to
do anything I said now that I knew he was a fag and
would do anything for a guy's cock. Anything!
That grateful cocksucker actually thanked me over and
over again as I went out the door. The stupid little
fuckfag was inhaling my socks and thanking me, saying
things like Thank you Sir, oh God, yes, thank you so
much Sir! Thank you for letting me serve you! the
stupid faggot cocksucker. Actually thanking me, a
young kid half his age, for the privilege of PAYING me
to lick my teenage toes!
*
Next day I just walked in like I owned the place. Here
I was, a 15 year old kid bossing this middle-aged
faggot cuntface around.
There was double the money lying there on the coffee
table so I figured he wanted more of the same -- and I
gave it to him. Plus, the stupid faggot fuckface was
already naked --NAKED!-- on his knees waiting for me.
I grabbed up the money and looked at his squirmy
little pink body and thought, Dude, this was going to
be one sweet summer!
I said to him, "Yesterday you called me Sir. That's
because you know how to respect a real man, right?"
Mr. Gifford shook his head like an obedient puppy. He
was practically panting for it. His little pink balls
twitched like excited jumping beans.
I smirked down at this groveling middle-aged pussyboy:
"Well, fag, I think you ought to call me Sir from now
on, just so we both know where we stand. In fact, I
don't think you should STAND at all. I think your
position in life is to always CRAWL in the presence of
a real man. Hell, you'll even PAY for the privilege.
Now I want you to CRAWL and get me your wallet."
Mr. Gifford scurried off naked on all fours fast as he
could crawl!
Naked. Balls flapping. His little dick wiggling and
dripping.
Once he brought me his wallet I just made myself at
home even though when he saw all I started doing with
his credit cards and stuff, I'd have to kick him in
the nuts to shut him up. When he finally gave me the
password to his computer I got online. He whimpered
again. I kicked his little pink beanbags again. "You
keep interrupting me, you're balls are gonna be like
scrambled eggs," I kicked ém again. He yelped. "You
don't seem to realize that you really need to be owned
by a superior man like me. Even though I'm fifteen
years old, I'm TONS better than you."
He calmed down considerably once I got online and let
him get between my legs and start sucking my cock.
That's what he wanted all along. My cock.
The Twat Wallet was in pig heaven once he finally got
to suck on my cock.
He didn't care about anything else. It was like his
mind went to another place and all he could focus on
was the pleasure he was giving me by sucking my cock
and serving me. I later learned this state of mind was
what was called being in the Fag Zone.
My fifteen-year-old cock was now his entire world.
Good thing too, because after that, I was free to surf
the web and buy stuff with his credit card while he
sucked and sucked to his little cocksucker's heart
content.
Fact, he let me do anything, anything at all, as long
as he got to suck me. I bought a bunch of straight
porn, joined some straight cyber-porn sites and got my
cock even harder by him while I watched some chicks
getting dicked. He was like my own personal fucktoy.
My cumdump.
Sometimes I made him look up from his cocksucking when
it showed pics of a big dick fucking a pussy and said
things like, "Don't you wish you could do that? Don't
you wish you had a big dick like that?"
Hell I even ordered a pizza online since I decided I
was going to take some time enjoying this cocksucker.
Of course I looked all through Mr. Gifford's computer
files, getting all his passwords, his bank accounts,
figuring him out some more. When a fag is in his Fag
Zone, it will give up anything to serve a superior
young teenage cock.
Mr. Gifford was obviously wanting this for a long
time. I found all the sick pictures of the fag stuff
he jacked off his weinie to. Mostly it WAS picks of
older guys getting face-fucked by grinning young
teens.
For some reason he got all excited about the idea of
me actually SEEING all that, like it was a big relief
letting all those fantasies out, his whole twat-face
started bucking around on my cock, but I kept him
close and sucking, but boy did his tongue do some
wagging around my balls while I laughed my ass off at
his sicko collection of pics of a bunch of faggots
being abused by real men.
NOW I KNEW THIS WAS EXACTLY WHAT HE WANTED!
*
You'd be surprised what you can get a cocksucker to do
once you break him in.
And the thing about cocksuckers is, they really WANT
to be broken! Seriously. They really WANT it. They
really want to lose themselves in the cocksucking.
They have this innate need to fag out on authentic
maleness. And they will do almost anything to get it.
They NEED to worship. They NEED to serve real men.
It's like they enter this zone, this FAG zone, where
they're finally at peace with themselves when they're
sucking a REAL man's cock. All you dudes who have ever
"trained" a faggot know exactly what I'm talking
about.
Fags get to this space, if you train them right, where
they could just keep sucking forever. And they get
addicted to a real man's dick and cum. Maybe it's a
REAL man's pheromones or something, but fags KNOW an
alpha male. It's like they can just sense his presence
in a room. And FAGS really, really, really WANT to be
made to bow down to him.
Fags really want to be used. Fags are happiest that
way. The look on their face when they're sucking cock
and getting lost in the feeling, taking a real man's
cock down their throat, coaxing my warm teen cream out
of my balls. It's blissful for fags. I call it their
'fag space' or their 'fag zone' or even 'fagthink'.
When a dues-paying pussyboy is in his 'fag space'
there EXISTS nothing else.
There's only dick and cum and balls and serving a man.
And when a pussyboy is in his fag space, he'll do
ANYTHING to entertain a man and his cock.
A pussyboy in his fag space will do ANYTHING a real
man tells him to do, because the fag knows it can't
possibly live without getting that real man's cock. So
the desperate cum-thirsty fag'll do anything. I found
this out training fags when I was fifteen years old.
A fag like Mr. Gifford or the dozens others that I've
met and broken in to their true natures will run to
the fridge to get you a beer. He'll let you kick him.
He'll let you belt him. He'll buy you all the fucking
sports equipment you want just so he can smell your
jock. He'll clean your toilet. Hell, he'll even BE
your toilet!
As a real man, you become a fag's god.
I recommend that you have a lot of fun with your fag
once you get him broken in and get him into his fag
space.
There's nothing like an obedient cock-hungry grown man
fag doing whatever you tell him.
And the more you do it, the deeper you take them, the
more you humiliate them. The more the fucking fags
want it!
After some fag-training they're wanting it every day.
CRAVING it. After they learn it's okay to be fag in
front of you, all you have to do is snap your fingers
and your pussyboy goes instantly into his fag-space.
I even taught Fag Gifford to do a little fag dance
that he would do whenever I ordered it and I wanted a
big laugh. I even filmed it one day with the camera he
bought me.
When I snap my fingers, he's ready to do his little
fag dance, or get a whipping, or let me slap him
around, or kick his nuts, or laugh at his useless
dicklet.
One of the tricks to breaking a fag, see, is keeping
him concentrating on your man-cock and not his own
pleasure. So he's not allowed to cum EVER.
In fact your fag should understand that his ONLY
pleasure is in YOUR pleasure. As a fag, he doesn't
deserve any. Fags are not real man. That's why we call
them fags. Only real men deserve pleasure.
Drum that into his cocksucking head--which is all his
head is good for.
The trick is going slow, and never letting him be sure
where he stands. Well, in fact, you should tell him he
should always be on all fours in the presence of a
real man. NEVER standing. Slow and steady is the way
to get the best personal cocksucker possible.
Most cocksuckers are scared the first few times they
actually get to be the all-out fag that they know they
are. They can't believe they can really be that low.
They're not sure how far they want to go. Don't rush
it. It's a combination of force and encouragement,
pleasure and pressure. I've read a few books on the
subject now. Talked with some Masters on-line. Might
even major in Psychology in college. So now I
understand the best Alpha male (that's me) doesn't
force things too much. Eventually they realize they
need it. Eventually they're begging for it. Just lets
them gradually come to acknowledge and enjoy their
"inner fag".
Thing is, after a while, after you teach it to them
slow and gentle, most of fags are grateful they can
finally have a real man with a real live throbbing
dick that they can completely give themselves over to,
that they can suck whenever you tell them.
Naked, submissive, wallowing in their own faggotry.
They get addicted to regular feedings.
I guess it's kind of a brainwashing. But let me tell
you, once you do it this way (slow and steady) you've
got some of the most loyal cocksuckers you can
imagine. You can have regular feeding times and
worship service at the tip of your cock three times a
day seven days a week if you like. And they'll pay for
the privilege--one way or another.
Eventually the little piggies are just squealing with
the pleasure of finally knowing they can completely
let go and be the total freaking fag cocksucker that
they know they are. They know they need this. They
eventually settle down and they're grateful they've
finally found a guy who will give it to them. For a
small fee, of course.
One time Mr. Jamison (another one of my personal
cocksuckers I'll tell you more about later) fucked up
and bought me the wrong beer for the football game I
was going to watch at his house. During the game he
would suck my cock, and during the commercials I would
fuck him.
Well naturally I had to whip Mr. Jamison's faggot ass.
You can't let a faggot get away with that kind of
disrespect for a straight man. I told him he didn't
deserve my cock anymore.
The fag got all upset and start whining like a little
boy, and he started pinching his tits and whimpering,
saying he would do anything, anything at all, to make
it up to me.
So I told him to run get me my sneaker. He ran and got
it. Brought it back to me in his mouth. (See what a
natural born slave he was?)
"Now put it down on the floor. Now get on all fours.
Now put your face inside my sneaker. Go on, get it in
there. Breathe it in! Get your face in there really
good. That's it faggot!" I couldn't help but laugh at
how eager he was to do everything I was telling him
just to earn my forgiveness, just so he could get a
chance at my cock again. But it was important that he
do all of this himself so that it would impress on his
mind that this was something that HE wanted.
This was his own choice being the faggot that he was.
Then when his face was all the way in to my shoe, I
took the loose shoe laces and tied 'em up around his
head, so that the shoe was permanently tied to the
front of his face.
He really looked like some stupid fag pig with that
shoe tied to his face. His little clit wiggling
between his legs while he fumbled around. I let him
crawl around awhile that way. Laughed at him the whole
time. Even hard, you could barely tell his little pink
nub was a dick, even though it kept spritzing little
drops of pre-cum everywhere he was finally so relieved
to be put in his place. Being punished like that
actually excited the stupid cockuscking little fucker.
He even offered me an extra fifty bucks for that
particular fuck-up, and for just being a fag. I guess
a fag like that is otherwise useless, so he might as
well pay for my fun.
Nowadays when Mr. Jamison fucks up he's knows he's
going to get The Shoe--plus some extra punishment. And
he doesn't know when The Shoe is coming off his face
either. I might order him to wear The Shoe for a whole
day. Or all night. Maybe sometimes I might let him
take it off just so he can blow me, then I might make
him tie it back on his face again.
I discovered something else too. With a little
hardware, and a drill, I made it so there was this
nice floppy dildo sticking up through the heel of the
shoe. That way when he puts his face down into the
shoe and I lace it up, his mouth also has to swallow a
dildo at the same time. So he's got my foot smell, my
shoe is his face, and a dildo-dick sticking down his
throat. This is a perfect combination of training for
a pussyboy slave and personal cocksucker.
So there he is, this stupid fag, naked, cleaning up
the house for me, with my shoe clamped right to his
face, and there's a dildo sticking down his throat.
Sometimes I'll have him make me supper that way, and
it's fun listening to him fumble around in the kitchen
while he's trying to work with my shoe permanently
fucking his face.
When his throat gets used to that dildo, I have a way
of attaching a slightly larger dildo, so that it
pushes and exercises his throat more. Always making
him expand his limits. Nowadays his throat is real
comfy and takes my cock just fine. Now Mr. Jamison's
so trained and brainwashed to smell my shoes and think
of his cocksucking skills at the same time.
But getting back to my neighbor fag Gifford when I was
fifteen.
Finally came the day I knew Mr. Gifford was completely
broken in to serving me and my cock and he wasn't
going to put up a fuss about nothing. I'll tell you
more later about how I got his car, his house, and
fucked his wife and daughter regular. Anyway it's with
Mr. Gifford that I learned training your own personal
fag properly was really a matter of the punishment and
reward, the carrot and the stick, or rather: the cock
and the whip. If you go slowly but firmly you can
train fags like him in any way that you want them.
You can be creative in your training, like for
instance when I invented Fag TV Fag Radio.
A lot of times I'll make him watch something I call
"Fag TV" in a sort of walk-in closet which is the
little room Mr. Gifford now has to live in when I'm
not using him.
First I make him download tons of pics from the
internet. Photos of faggots being made to suck cock.
Pics of guys gagging with their mouth full of manmeat,
cum-covering their faces, some guy grinning down at
them doing a ball-slobbering suckjob on them. Or maybe
a group of guys lined up to get their hard cocks
sucked while the faggot is on his knees. Or even
getting spanked. Or abused in some ways while some
other real dudes laugh at him. There's tons of pics
like this on the internet. In fact, that might be a
good assignment for your own personal cocksucker if he
hasn't done it already.
Once he's got all that loaded on his laptop I send him
to his "room" and make him get on his knees naked then
fire up his computer so that it's showing the pics
slide-show style, an endless loop of those cock-
serving pics. I tell him he's got to sit there like
that and watch Fag TV all day long, watching pic after
pic of some sniveling crawling cocksucker sucking
sperm out of real men in every kind of slutty pose
imaginable.
Believe me, after a day in the closet watching his Fag
TV over and over and over again, seeing all those
other fags getting to suck all those other cocks,
well, it's drilled into his head pretty good just what
the hell he's supposed to be concentrating on. When I
finally tell Mr. Gifford he can stop, he gives me the
best blowjobs ever and is more obedient than ever
because he's had all those images of obedient
submissive slave fags drilled into his head over and
over and over again.
FagRadio is a sort of recording I made, and perfected
over time in which my voice and my words come at him
stereophonically. Gradually I learned to make it a
sort of mantra, telling him what a fag, pussyboy,
worthless, cum-hungry, servile cocksucker he was, all
of it coming in to his right ear, his left ear, and
also right down the middle, so his poor fag brain has
nowhere to turn while he's watching his pictures or
serving me, but listen to that recording. He even
listens to it on his mp3 player when he goes to work
and FagRadio has worked wonders keeping him docile and
always open to more and more humiliation.
One weekend I kept him in the closet the entire time
while I fucked my latest slut. Every time I took a
break I'd do a surprise check on him and there he was
on all fours, eyes glued very close to the screen,
watching intently all the re-runs of Fag TV like it
was the most fascinating thing, earplugs tuned in to
my personal FagRadio, practically hypnotised. Like he
was learning new fag cocksucking techniques,
memorizing every detail of new, deeper and deeper
levels of cocksucking and submission. Poor faggot was
practically drooling from every hole.
With these and many other techniques I'll tell you
about, I had access to everything. Now it was time to
have some fun with the little broken faggot.
When you've finally got a faggot like this, now it's
only a matter of doing things to make sure he knows
his place. NOW you just maintain the little faggot's
head so he knows his true purpose in life is to serve
the cocks of real men. I made him listen to my
FagRadio recording on a constantly loop, so there was
hardly ever a time where his total submission and
obedience wasn't being drummed into his head.
So I play little games with him. You shoulda seen the
look on his face when I brought out the whip I made
him buy me. I swear his little titties got all perky
with that fear/excitement that cocksuckers get when
they don't know whether their master is going to hurt
them or fuck them!
Or both. Their little cocksucking heads are so mixed
up, so desperate, so confused, sooo fagged out, you
just gotta laugh at 'em! They don't know the
difference any more between pain and pleasure. It's
all the same to them. Hey, they're faggots! They just
get excited. I swear even his little dickie oozed a
glob of precum and perked up like a sore thumb when he
saw me look at him like the cumhole he was.
I say something like, "Okay cocksucker, this time
you're gonna get on your knees and get that little
pussy butt of yours in the air. I'm gonna whip it."
I swear he almost cried right then. He started
blubbering and quivering. Poor thing didn't
understand. He wanted and yet he didn't want it, and
didn't know which. And even while he was being whipped
I had him listening to his FagRadio reminding him what
a fag he was, what a hole he was, how he really loved
to serve men, and loved to feel pain because I enjoyed
making him feel pain.
"But why, I've been good. I've done everything you
said. I sucked your cock. I bought you all the right
beers. I bought you those new bed sheets for having
sex with your girlfriends. I bought you all those
condoms. I've eaten all the cum out of them! I licked
out every drop!"
I laugh because faggots are so stupid. Hell, when
their brain is all about 99 percent cocksucking,
there's only room for stupid, I guess.
I say this almost soothingly, "Now, now. Don't worry.
This isn't punishment, cocksucker." I made the whip
crack, "This is just my entertainment. I'm doing this
because I can. I'm doing this because you want me to.
I'm doing this because you want to please me, you want
to entertain me by showing me how funny it is for me
to whack a faggot."
"Oh, okay." he still looks desperately like he wants
to jump out of his skin; like his confused brain
doesn't want to be the faggot that he is. "W-whack a
f-faggot, Sir?"
"Well," I flicked his little dickie and it squirted
pre-cum everywhere. Deep down he was already so
excited at the prospect of getting punished for his
Master's entertainment. "Get your butt in the air so I
can have fun hitting it. Believe me, when I leave here
today you're going to be crying your pussyboy eyes
out.'
He immediately obeyed. I could see goosepimples on his
chubby little rump. He wagged it in the air. I
couldn't wait to make it red and raw. Couldn't wait to
make that butt soo fucking sore, he'd remember this
little show every time he sat down for the next month.
(That's another thing: always keep your faggot
reminded that a faggot is just what he is and a faggot
is all he ever will be. Gradually start giving him
lots of pain that will stay in his head night and day.
Make him always focused on you.)
I sat down at the computer and flicked on the screen
that had his bank account. I looked at this full-grown
man, quivering naked in front of me, a teenage boy and
still couldn't believe fags would teenage boys like me
do anything I wanted to them.
I propped my legs up. I said:
"Here's the deal. I'm not only gonna whip your little
faggot ass. I'm gonna KEEP whipping it for longer than
you think you can ever be able to take. You're gonna
feel pain beyond pain. And even when you get there,
you're going to go even further. Maybe your life will
be nothing BUT pain from now on. You don't know. That
is always for ME to decide. This is going to be a new
phase in our relationship and how you serve me."
Boy did he look scared! Pussyboy Gifford probably
didn't think it could get any worse.
"Now, faggot, I'm doing this not only because it's fun
for me, but because you deserve it. You need it.
Actually you want me to do this to you. It's okay that
you don't even realize yet that a faggot like you
needs and deserves this kind of treatment, but you
will, you will. It's okay. You'll realize later that
you were glad I did it. It'll hurt for a while but
after a bit, and you'll hate every moment of it while
I'm doing it. And you'll still be thinking about it,
and you'll start kissing my hand and asking me to do
it again to you. Trust me. You're a fag and this is
what fags do. I'm gonna whip it harder and harder and
harder. I'm not going to stop until I feel like
stopping. I'm just going to enjoy watching you in
total absolute screaming agonizing pain just for my
amusement. Besides, you deserve pain for being a
faggot, don't you? Don't you? I deserve entertainment
for being a real man. You do realize that by now,
don't you? Of course you do. You'll be crying and
screaming and crawling the walls, and still you gotta
beg me to keeping hitting you. But don't worry, that's
the way things are supposed to be.
"Now here's the catch: every time you let out a little
yelp or a whimper or a scream. In fact every time I
detect a sound from your blubbering little cocksucker
mouth, I'm going to deduct 20 bucks from your bank
account and put it into mine. If you're quiet the
whole time, you don't pay me any more money. But every
time you holler about the fun I'm having whipping your
faggy butt, it's going to cost you 20 bucks. You'll
have to pay for interrupting my fun. How about that?
Does that sound fair to you?"
I just love to watch that moment in a fag's mind when
it doesn't know where to turn or what to do, When it's
scared shitless, caught in the headlights, and as
excited as hell at the same time.
You can see the frustration and confusion in the
faggot mind, how it wants to run, but it really DOES
need the pain. It needs the humiliation that only I
can give it. It really does need the attention from a
real man. It knows it needs it. It's a fag. It knows
it deserves it. The fag knows that fags can't live
without serving me and my dick. The fag knows now that
a fag only lives for my pleasure.
The fag realizes this is the natural next step for
both of us. This is where a fag belongs. That's when I
love it, the stupid mindfucked cocksucker looks up at
me pitifully. Fuck, the fag's already almost got tears
in its eyes realizing what a stupid piece of shit fag
it must really be to be groveling naked at the feet of
a teenage boy BEGGING to be whipped raw and PAYING to
have it done.
The fag looks up at me with that helpless little
crybaby-red face and blubbers quietly like a proper
little faggot it knows it now is:
"Yes sir, please whip this pussyboy Sir!"
Like I said, way kewl.
I've got tons more how all this got started, including
my high school teacher, and that business lawyer guy,
so I'll go into more details later about all the stuff
I learned about how to make a faggot do anything you
want. Any dudes that wanna show their appreciation to
a superior alpha male like myself, feel free to show
me your appreciation at PayPal
(cameronbrock3@gmail.com) and/or show me your
gratitude by getting me something from my gift list at
amazon.
If you send me letter at cameronbrock3@gmail.com just
remember I don't waste time just playing with fag$ who
don't know how to show their immediate and constant
appreciation. Or help out all the fags of the world
learn to be even faggier by sending a contribution to
Nifty, too.
FagRadio
I now got a copy of a new improved FagRadio which was
inspired by Fag Gifford, but now I use on a lot of
other fags to keep them under control. They even beg
me for a copy of it. It's part of their training but
also part of their punishment. So I made a sound file
which is a sort of guided meditation of 45 minutes ME
brainwashing YOU as a constant reminder of what a
lowlife cocksucker you are!
Essentially FagRadio is this: it is a sort of guided
meditation about cocksucking and being a fag, and
subservience, and obedience, and making sure that
superior men are always served and receive pleasure.
It is about 45 minutes of a recording made by me, a
superior male, telling a cocksucker (like Cuntface, or
Fag Gifford, or Geek Fag) who and what he is, and how
he should go about it, and what he should be more
focussed on because he is just a fag. He is a fag, he
was born a fag, and always will be nothing but a fag.
And he will be much happier once he learns to accept
it. This is a recording that a faggot might play in
his ears when he goes to sleep at night, or even while
he is out jogging, or even when he is sucking on
superior guy's cock for long periods of time.
Just as with guided meditation recordings to help you
relax or meditate or become richer, this particular
recording is meant to help subliminally reinforce the
idea that you're nothing but a stupid cocksucker and
meant to serve real men. You'd even be able to put
this on repeat and listen to it all night long so that
it eventually enters your subconscious so that during
the daytime you will be more open to the idea of your
servitude to the world of real men and your low
stature in that world. Hopefully it will make for a
better world full of more docile and obedient cock-
serving faggots, more willing to be used, so that we
will all be happier doing our part.
It's sort of like sleep-learning and cognitive
therapy, but a kind of guided meditation for
cocksuckers to learn to accept the fact just being
fags is what they were born for. Fags report that it
already makes them more submissive in everyday life
interactions with superior men. And Masters report
that it makes their cocksuckers even faggier than
ever. Fags write me and say they feel happier and less
frustrated because of it. And, because they are more
relaxed and receptive to the ideas, they get even MORE
COCKS TO SUCK!
It will be a help to fags AND the world because fags
will more readily offer themselves up as fags to be
used by superior men. As the fag that you know you
are, it will help you better acknowledge the fact and
make it easier for you to get over any qualms about
serving your true masters: real men.
I have to say it has some amazing results.
I really DO find that my cocksuckers are much quicker
to obey me, they are much more docile, have less
inhibitions about being abused both verbally and
physically, and I get very good results from it in a
short while, if a faggot is made to listen to it
regularly.
Even Masters can buy this to use on with their fags to
make them more dedicated! Make 'em wear it while their
sucking you!
That's available for 30 bucks plus five-bucks fagtax
at my PayPal account of cameronbrock3@gmail.com. Soon
as the tribute arrives in my account, you get a link
to download the recording to further your very own
little faggot fantasies.
While you're at it, stop wanking your weenie for a
minute and also send a donation to this site too, for
giving you the opportunity to finally validate your
destiny as a cocksucker.
Later!
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of
the scenarios in this story; should seriously consider
seeking professional help.
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