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If He Hollers, Make Him Pay - 4 the Uncensored Version
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. (MM, reluc, 1st,
oral, anal, mc)
***
Author Note: 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 (LOL). Don't read it if you
can't stand the truth about adults.
***
You should laugh at fags--often.
They secretly love it.
Fags secretly love it when you laugh at them even
though they might act all fussy and indignant.
Even though they get all fussy and indignant they know
their REAL place is down on their knees sucking cock.
Sucking YOUR cock. Sucking ANY cock.
That's their place.
Even though some fags may act proud and stuck-up,
maybe especially some of the real uptight ones who
like to think of themselves as ¨gays, what you and I
both know is that secretly the fag wants to be down on
his knees obeying your orders, pleasing you in some
way, in general making sure you have a good time,
which means in particular sucking your cock when,
where and how you want it.
That's their place. That's where they belong.
And deep down in its cocksucking soul the true fag
knows this too.
Sometimes when me and a fag I don't even know (though
I can TELL he's a one of those ashamed fags
desperately trying to hide his fagginess), get into an
elevator together, I'll turn to the fag and say point-
blank,
"I'll bet you wish you were sucking on my cock right
now instead of going to work at your stupid shit-job."
Then I'll laugh at him and get off the elevator.
I leave him with his stupid fag mouth gaping open in
astonishment and utter embarrassment that I could tell
he was a fag and he needed a cock STUFFED into that
mouth of his.
The stupid fag would be all worried that I had known
what he was thinking, like did he have the word FAG
written on his forehead or something [and YES, I think
all FAGS SHOULD tattoo it on their foreheads].
Yeah, you bet that's all the cock-crazy cuntboy
thought about for the next month! ME, the cock of his
dreams, reminding him he needed to suck my cock.
Whenever the fag dweeb got home and got out his secret
little box of fagtoys and vibrators and dildos and
jacked his fag weenie, he'd be thinking of ME in the
elevator telling him what an obvious fag he was.
Or I might snicker in the gym locker-room when I
notice a fag sneaking a peek at my cock, "Bet you wish
you could even get CLOSE to a real man's cock,
faggot." Then saunter out.
And the poor stupid fag'd be dreaming about me bitch-
slapping him around for MONTHS!
Or sometimes I might just go up to a fag on the street
(Fags are REALLY soooo easy to recognize if you just
LET yourself see 'em) and say something to the fag
like,
"It must be difficult to be an uptight fag like you
and not have any REAL cock to suck."
And just leave the fag standing there while I laugh
and walk away.
You can just bet that fag is getting on the internet
tonight, eager as hell to put any desperate ad or
accepting the first offer he gets to suck some dick,
ANY dick he can get to gobble into his mouth. Even
PAYING to suck any straight man's cock!
Or he's headed towards the adult bookshop tonight to
suck as many gloryhole dicks as he possibly can in one
night, ANYTHING just to get that constant craving out
of his system at least temporarily.
At the fraternity where I'm at we just started up Fag
Night.
We put several naked fags down in the basement, and
they have to stand in front of us young frat boys
while we kick back in our recliners and we throw stuff
at them. We have spitting contests. Eggs. Target
practice with paint ball guns. Flipping them with
rubber bands. Dodge ball.
And of course the fags who are privileged to receive
this sort of treatment from the fraternity have to pay
their membership dues of $50 for the evening.
All the fags thank me for it because they love to get
treated this way. They talk about how it's a relief
after a long day of trying to act respectable just to
get naked and act all faggy while we laugh at them.
I've had fratboys come up and say they've never had so
much fun because they've always hated fags and never
realized they could spend some time just ventilating
their hostilities on a buncha naked and eager
cocksuckers.
So, yeah: laugh at fags. They fucking deserve it.
Get a load of some of the stuff some fags write me:
"Shit, you are sooooooo hot! I'm a FAGGOT in
Minneapolis, where are you located? If I give you many
examples of how to abuse a faggot (which I am), will
you give me a discount? Please do not be nice, please
be mean to me and call me a faggot> cause that's what
I am!!!! Oh, fuck, how I would love to lick your feet
and suck your dick and slurp your asshole!!!!" [Of
course I never respond unless I see any immediate
offers of monetary tribute to my manliness. Still, the
fags keep writing:]
"Dude, u got some pretty fuckin' serious and dead on
insight into how a mind like mine works, is cared for
and fed ... Army Major here in Maryland and loving
your stories."
"Sir,
Thank You for writing such great entries on nifty.org.
You clearly know what a faggot's place in life is and
how to use a faggot. Your words ring so true. I would
like to buy Your fagradio file. is it on a physical
CD-ROM, or do You email it as a digital file? let me
know and I will send You a PayPal payment for it. I
need the kind of regular training and enhanced
degradation it will provide. if it's a physical CD-
ROM, I can email You my address. thank You, Sir."
"Hi Master
Your cocksucker sissy slave is again fucking a
newspaper roll and thinking of Yuo Master Your stories
are so good Master now your slave has a big dildo in
your slaves big ass Master and your slave is fucking
the roll Master Your total obedient and serving fag
cocksucker."
"Sir,
I just read Your last installment, about how fags
shouldn't cum and how You control Your slaves by
interfering or denying their pathetic orgasms. I agree
totally. I find that the longer it is between orgasms,
the more subservient I am. and then when I do cum, it
takes forever because I am so ashamed of my fag cock,
and the orgasms are actually very weak and non-
pleasurable. I guess it will always be that way.
I would like to buy the fagradio file when it's
available for public sale. please let me know when
that is. Thank You, Sir, for all You do."
"Dear Master Cameron,
This humble faggot loves to be humiliated by being
treated like a puppy, and it thinks that Your CD would
benefit greatly from you incorporating that into it.
Force the fag bois of the world to bark as they listen
to Your CD driving down the road, or when the lil
bitches are home talk about how they should be naked
and on all fours like the dogs we are."
"Sir I envy the fags you have there sir. I would do
whatever you told me no matter what it was. I would
lick your ass and balls and feet and drool at the
thought of the grateful gift of even being able to
look at a superior male's dick. Sir I would wear your
load on my face proudly because I know I am the lowest
of creatures and I don't even deserve to even lick the
dirt off your feet. Sir as I wright this I am drooling
at the thought of other fags serving you and having
the privilege to be used by you personally. Thank you
sir for showing me even more my place in life."
Some fags get a clue and pay tribute the way they
should:
"hello sir, I have sent $50 fag tax plus $5 small cock
tax, this reminds me of what I am a little dick faggot
sir only good enough to serve real men, as I send it I
am naked, on my hands and knees in respect to you sir,
I have put my little clit in a chastity device as you
said that fags should not be allowed to cum sir. thank
you for accepting the fag tax sir."
But ya still gotta laugh at 'em! Faggots are just
soooo fuckin' funny!
***
In Junior High whenever we guys talked about getting
our dicks sucked we talked about girls, how it was
always kind of tricky getting a girl to suck our
dicks.
But getting our dicks sucked was what we most wanted
in the whole wide world.
That's, like, the fucking ULTIMATE for a fourteen year
old: getting his constantly rock-hard dick sucked.
Eventually, when we talked about getting our cocks
sucked, we mentioned fags. It was known that fags
sucked cock all the time. Sucking cocks is what fags
do.
It was known that there was a fag in a certain
apartment in a certain shady part of town and it was
rumored he had a gloryhole in his foyer doorway made
of plywood where all you had to do was go and stick
your dick in and get it sucked off. Apparently the fag
gave fantastic blowjobs.
Nobody ever really admitted to going there to get
their dick sucked off, but everybody talked about it
all the time.
Now that I remember it, that gloryhole fag was
probably the happiest most cum-filled fag in the city,
fulfilling his dream, his destiny. Getting more than
his Daily Cock--the way all fags need.
So when we started talking about getting our hard
young cocks sucked, we laughed about fags, how eager
they were for some young guy's cock, and the
conversation might go something like:
"You could always go downtown and feed your cum to
that fag at his suckhole. I hear he pays you money if
you're a teenager with a dick. That's you, isn't it?"
"Gross. I wouldn't even let a fag touch me."
"I don't even like the idea of some fag LOOKING at me
thinking all the things he's prolly thinking about
me."
"They're just gross. No way I'd let a fag suck my
cock. No matter how much he begged. Well maybe if he
paid me fifty bucks. Maybe if he bought me some porn
showing sluts with big titties."
"My dad said they had one fag in his platoon in the
army, and they kept him under the bed by their
footlocker and they'd all feed him their cum. He said
the fag lived on nothing but hot cum rations for a
month!!"
"My dad said every troop had at least one fag in the
barracks. There was always one guy who became the
designated cumdump."
"They're not really like human beings, ya know, fags
are more like animals, animals that live on cum."
"They GOTTA eat cum."
"They Gotta suck dick."
"Fags like that actually NEED cum to survive. They
LIVE on it. They can't live without it. It's almost
cruel not to give it to 'em."
"I know. They're like pigs or horses or something that
we just use for our convenience. Like a public
restroom. I don't know if I'd let a degenerate like
that get near me. I guess for fifty bucks he could
suck me off. Maybe if he bought me a new pair of
tennis shoes. And begged really good."
"I dunno. If he bought beers for me and I was horned
up I might let a fag suck my cock. I'd take his wallet
and his credit cards too."
"It'd be fun if he were married, you know. Some fags
are. Then you could maybe screw his wife's pussy while
he served you. Tell him you're going to fuck his wife
good the way he never could if he doesn't suck your
cock good or pay you more."
"Yeah, fuck his wife while he licked your balls."
"Make him put your cock inside his wife's pussy."
"Make him WATCH while you fucked his wife."
"Make him eat your cum out of his wife's pussy after
you pumped her full of it."
"Hell, make him go wash dishes while you fucked his
wife all night. Then make him eat your cream out of
her pussy and then clean the fuckjuice off your cock
and suck you hard again so he could put your cock back
inside her pussy and fuck her again."
"My dad did that with this one fag. The fag was all
married but he had this teeny-tiny dick and he needed
a real man to fuck his wife for him so he invited my
dad to fuck her. The fag said he wanted to be a
fagslave cuckold or something. They had this thing
going where the fag'd just watch while my dad pounded
the wife's pussy then they laughed while the fag ate
his cum out of his wife's pussy. They called it, like,
creampie eating. Eventually the fag was just sucking
my dad's cock, even when the woman wasn't around my
dad would go over just to get his cock sucked."
"I don't know. It still sounds queer."
"Sure. The fag is the one who's QUEER--for my dick. It
just means you're using a fag's mouth to get off. Just
to get your nut. Just to cream. Same thing as jackin
it. Only you get to show 'em who's boss. You're just
USING their holes. Just using their mouths like
pussies. Fuck, just close your eyes and kick back. And
it feels so damn good telling a fag what to do. And
usually they'll do ANYTHING to suck your cock.
ANYTHING. Usually it's tons better'n pussy, or even
when a girl blows you. And those fags even fuckin' PAY
you."
"You sound like you know what you're talking about."
"Hell yeah. I got me two or three fags I like to use."
"Really? No shit? And they pay you money to swing on
your cock?"
"They're like fucking ATMs, man. They're fucking happy
to pay, dude.
They love it. I don't even have to talk to em or
fuckin' buy 'em dinner, I just hold out my hand after
they finish cleaning off my cock and they give me
money. It gets my rocks off. They pay me enough money
to take my girlfriend partying. And the fag gets my
sweet load. I go over to one of 'em right before a
date, see. The fag says he likes the "top cream" he
gets first so that when I fuck my girlfriend it lasts
longer and she gets the stuff backed up in my nuts. If
he pays me extra, he can take his time cleaning my
cock off. I might even come over afterwards so he can
suck off her pussyjuices, maybe even feed him another
load."
***
That's when I figured out there must be guys like Mr.
Gifford all over the fucking place.
Fags, a secret lower species of animal, creatures
walking amongst us, who secretly dream of doing
nothing but serving real men. Natural slaves, natural-
born pussyboys, lower forms of life, available to suck
off the constantly hard cocks of horny fifteen-year-
old kids, like me.
Even then I sort of realized that fags weren't really
like us real men. They couldn't be. Hard as fags like
Mr. Gifford might try to imitate us or fit in. They
never can.
A cocksucker is ALWAYS a cocksucker. And a fag can
ALWAYS be made to suck your cock. Suck your cock and
LOVE it. Suck your cock and PAY for the privilege.
Suck your cock--and more.
Fags really are a whole different species cause normal
real men don't think or act like that.
Fags like Mr. Gifford ultimately discover they are at
their happiest sucking on some teenager's cock.
Meanwhile we laugh at them and take their money and
get our cocks sucked!
That's what I first started learning about natural-
born cocksuckers like Mr. Gifford.
It wasn't all at once. And right now, after five years
of breaking him in as my personal pussyboy, now that
I've got him chipping in on my college fund, it's hard
for me to sort out just how I discovered all the
perverted kinky pussyboy ways that the fag mind works
and ways to control it, because it all happened over
several years, ever since I let Mr. Gifford suck my
toes and cock when I was 15 years old.
One of the first things I noticed about Mr. Gifford
after that first day he broke down and cried and
sucked my toes, and then the next day when he was
naked on his knees awaiting further orders from a
fifteen-year-old kid (me), was his eagerness to obey
and pay.
Or pay to obey.
He would do anything I told him to do, me, a fifteen
year old kid bossing around this middle-aged fag.
Eventually I realized that was the natural order of
things, but at the time... well I was just having a
helluva lot of fun!
Over the next few weeks I learned that I could do all
sorts of things to him.
I would spank his ass. I would make him crawl to the
kitchen to get me a beer. I'd make him lay back and
spread his legs and play with his fag clittie and push
his fingers into his fag-ass-pussy like he's was a
real woman all horny for dick.
I'd stick the neck of my beer bottle up his ass and
clench it there in his tight little asspussy until I
was ready to pop it out and drink it.
I'd tell him to shave his pubes so I could step on his
little clittie easier, and for the next visit his
little piggie clittie would be bare-shaved.
Hard to believe you could make a mature grown middle-
aged man behave like that. But then, he wasn't really
a man. And that tiny worm jiggling out there between
his thighs proved it, it looked disgusting, more like
some slut with a fat clit. That just made it all the
easier to want to kick him there. And he'd pay me for
it!
And he WAS such a piggie. A true pig slave. I'd take
pictures of him with his mouth full of my cum. Pics of
him with his mouth stretched wide around my dick, his
stupid fag face distorted beyond all recognition in an
attempt to keep fagging out on my fifteen-year-old
cock. Or pics of him puckering up, hoping for
permission to suck my teen dick.
I'd jerk off on the coffee table where he put his fag-
tax money, then make him lap up my fresh teen cum-
splatter like a dog.
Sometimes I'd make Mr. Gifford hold my teen cum in his
fag mouth all evening while I spanked him about fifty
times. Slapped him around. Whipped him with his own
belt. Or I'd make him bring me the spatula from the
kitchen, crawling to me while he held it in his mouth.
Make him hike his butt up so I could just smack him
all the harder in his little nutsack.
Even after all that yelling, I'd make him open his
mouth and he would tearfully show me that he had
obeyed my orders and still had the residue of globs of
my teen cum stored in his chubby little cheeks like a
chipmunk.
I learned later that this sort of "conditioning and
reinforcement" was important for a fag.
And when I finally gave him a taste of my cock, when I
finally told him he could suck my cock to his little
fag heart's content, and that he'd better get used to
sucking it and sucking it regularly night and day,
you'd think I'd rewarded him with a sugar cube, like
an obedient little pony.
But then, well...
I don't know how to describe it.
I guess you could say Mr. Gifford sort of...chickened
out.
That first time I allowed him to suck my cock, I
wanted him to remember it.
Masters, The first time a fag sucks your cock, you
definitely need to make an impression upon him. Let
him KNOW you OWN him. Demolish his throat. Slap him
around. Yank his hair. Piss on him. Kick him hard in
his nuggets. That's just the price he has to pay for
being a fag.
A fag needs to remember the first time he sucked your
cock for the rest of his life.
The memory of sucking your cock needs to be his first
thought when he wakes up in the morning, and his last
thought when he goes to sleep at night.
So I fucked pussyboy Gifford's mouth--hard.
Even gagged the fag. His face got all red and
desperate for air. I let him gulp oxygen for a second
before I shoved my cock back down his throat. I
pinched his nose so he held his mouth open and kept
gasping, gasping for some moment when he didn't have
my big fat cock filling his throat. Even then the fag
seemed to want my cock more than he wanted oxygen.
Sometimes it would seem like I'd hit his gag reflex,
and more fluids started gurgling up his throat,
frothing around my pubes, more fag-slime upchucked.
I made him lick it all up. All around my pubes and
nuts. Sometimes when I felt like giving him a rest, I
made him try to fit both my big balls in his mouth. He
couldn't just yet, that would require some further
training. But when He couldn't swallow both my balls,
I told him he was gonna get my dick shoved down his
throat again. This got him all excited but in a scared
way because he didn't wanna get gagged again, but
still needed to suck on my fucking fifteen-year-old
juicy cock.
When I felt like I'd showed him who controlled the
show here at my crotch, I let him back off a little,
let him just enjoy sucking the head, suckling the
juices out of it.
You should've heard the sweet little appreciative
gurgling noises the cash fag made around my cockhead.
Like a fucking baby on a pacifier!
But it scared him, the fact that he was finally
exploring his true fagginess.
The fact that he was finally getting what he wanted,
the idea that he was truly realizing his fantasies,
that he was becoming the faggot cocksucker that he
wanted to become scared the shit out of him.
He wanted it, and yet it scared him to want it. He
needed it, yet he didn't want to admit to himself that
he needed it. He wanted more than anything in the
world to be down on his knees serving a young hot hard
cock of a fifteen-year-old master.
Faggy wanted to be worshipping my body in every way,
he wanted SOMEBODY to dominate him. He NEEDED somebody
to serve.
And yet it scared him shitless to actually be GETTING
it!
That's some sick stupid fucked-up shit, huh?
A fag has definitely got to learn to trust you.
Masters, think of all those naturalists who spend a
long time just sitting still near the creatures whose
trust they want to gain, or leaving food closer and
closer to their trap.
The animal (fag) doesn't just walk right into the
trap. It (the cocksucker) has to get used to the idea.
It has to approach the area slowly. In fact, you have
to make it so that it doesn't even know its trapped.
Or maybe make it so that the fag is actually finally
GLAD that it's trapped.
This is the key.
This is where I learned what every dominant guy should
probably learn if they want to train some real long-
term cocksuckers.
If they want to take a faggot deeply and completely,
if you want to use and abuse a faggot regularly, a
faggot broken into his true faggot space: GO SLOW!!!
After much on-line correspondence and talk with other
Masters in person, what I've learned is that too many
would-be Masters, when they meet a would-be fag, they
think that the way to keep a good regular cocksucker
is to barge into his house for the first time, tie him
up, slap him around, fuck him hard without lube, take
his wallet, and walk out the door. Sure, this may be
exactly what the stupid little faggot really wants,
but "societal conditioning" (I've been reading this
year's textbooks) tells him this goes against
everything the fag has learned.
So the little faggot fucking freaks!
This might work if you only want a quickie. But this
now-or-never method, this my-way-or-the-highway
mastering, is almost guaranteed to scare the faggot
back into his own little closet of fantasies, and
NEVER try out his faggotry with a real dominant
straight guy again.
Sure, he really DOES want all of that. And you really
CAN eventually get it.
It's just that his poor cocksucker brain is soooo
conflicted, soooo scared of being exposed, so
frightened to see his fantasies become so suddenly
true, that the faggot invariably retreats.
He can't believe he's doing half the stupid-ass stuff
you've got him doing. The faggot can't believe he
actually has real access to a real man's cock. The
faggot can't believe he's actually realized his
fantasy of having a real straight guy's cock in his
mouth.
He's confused. He's titillated. He's scared. That's
why he doesn't answer your phone calls after the first
visit.
I learned all this through Mr. Gifford.
After pussyboy Gifford sucked my cock and I whupped
his little faggot butt red for being such a faggot. I
noticed he got all quiet all the sudden.
Over the next few days, I didn't get the usual phone
calls from him begging me to come over.
I didn't get the usual presents in the mail. Or the
gift certificates and the little offerings of
devotion.
When I went over to his house, expecting the door to
be open at our designated time, it was locked. The
curtains were drawn. When I rang the bell nobody
answered.
When I phoned, it just went to voice mail.
Hell, I knew the little faggot was probably cowering
naked behind the couch cupping his hard little
clitlett. Or when he saw my phone number calling, he
sprang an instant hard-on and panicked.
That's the thing. If you think you're going to go in
there all wham-bam, you're going to meet some
resistance. Your faggot is going to fucking freak.
Or the faggot is going to do a complete about-face and
never attempt getting into his fag-space again.
That's when I learned. Go slow!
Go slow and you're going to get a lot more use, tons
more dedication out of your faggot cocksucker, than if
you force things.
If you force things, the faggot who would otherwise be
a perfectly suitable cocksucker and servant for you,
will run back into his shell.
You will have lost a pussyboy who you could otherwise
take to such depths of humiliation and total abject
submission that he would be a subject of entertainment
and enjoyment for you and your friends for years to
come.
It's not really his fault.
Like with Fag Gifford, society has taught the faggot
all this bullshit about "all men being created equal".
Society has taught said fag to camouflage his need to
submit.
Hell, Mr. Gifford bought this line so much that he
even got married and somehow managed (even with that
wiener of a clit of his) to have a daughter. His wife
probably realized something was wrong before HE did.
Mr. Gifford was probably beginning a life of going to
bathhouse gloryholes, trying to suck anonymous cocks,
or worse, all he could do was jack off thinking of the
one and only time he had sucked off the drunk jock in
high school.
When a cocksucker's head is filled with so much
conflict, it's only natural that the fag should run
and hide when it's confronted with the true nature of
it's being.
All you straight guys should understand that fags
really DO worship the ground you walk on. Hell, the
fags will even BE the ground you walk on!
It's just that, well, nowadays fags just don't know
how to be fags. Their little cocksucking heads are
filled with ideas about equality and fairness. They're
uppity. They're selfish. They're confused.
They don't understand they were MEANT to be our
slaves. Born to be slaves. Nature made them that way.
They are always happiest when they are serving a
straight man. Making a straight man's cock happy. When
they have a mouthful of cum, or are working hard to
get a mouthful of cum out of our superior cocks.
They don't half-understand it themselves, just why
this is. Just why they feel better when they have a
cock in their mouths, but it's just the way it is.
It's always better when they just accept it, but
they've had years of society telling them otherwise,
filling their little pea-brains with ideas about
reciprocation, or romance, or love. When all they're
really put on this earth to do is to serve a Real
Man's Cock.
So they're confused. They're frightened. They're
conflicted. And this makes fags act up from time to
time.
Poor little fags end up like Mr. Gifford, middle-aged,
naked, horny, dripping from every hole, cowering
behind the sofa whenever the straight man who has
found out their secret, rings their doorbell to get
his cock serviced.
This is a crucial time in the life of a 21st century
faggot, but guys, I tell ya, if you take it slow, be a
little patient but firm, always insisting on more at
the same time you sugarcoat the pill with little
rewards and soothing words when he obeys you, you're
gonna have a long line of natural fags broken-in just
the way you like'em. You'll always have a hot mouth
ready to holster your cock!
So on that day when Mr. Gifford didn't answer the
doorbell the way I instructed him, I sorta figured he
was getting cold feet over all this.
I didn't get upset, just sort of chalked it up in my
mind that I would somehow someday punish the silly
little fag for all this bother.
How I handled it was easy: I just ignored him
completely.
Anyway I decided I needed some time to go out on some
real dates, stick my dick in a few cheerleaders, get
some pussyfuckin' in anyway.
I spent the week doing that. Some of the girls would
sneak into my parents' house and bounce around on my
dick in the bedroom. Or I would make'em suck on my
cock, promising I would ask them out for more dates.
My cock always turned them into good regular useable
sluts anyway.
Meantime, Fag Gifford slowly slinked out of hiding.
One day on my way to school Fag Gifford passed me in
the car and squeaked, "Hi Cameron!" And blew his horn.
I ignored him.
He kept calling my phone. I ignored him. Didn't even
listen to whatever groveling messages he left.
Next he popped his head over the back fence while I
was doing laps in the pool. He said hi again, but I
just ignored him, but could feel him still looking at
my body while I did my laps and dried myself off with
the beach towel.
He started babbling on, "I'm sorry I wasn't home the
other day like we agreed... like you told me to." I
kept ignoring him. "I'm sorry I wasn't ready for
you... it... that. It's just that I had a lot of work
at the office and...."
It was truly pathetic seeing a grown man breaking down
and apologizing to a fifteen year old kid.
I remember telling him something like his car was in
the driveway and I knew he was home and he might as
well admit it, he was just afraid to answer the door.
"Now why was that?" I looked straight at him, sort of
idly drying my crotch with the towel. "Why didn't you
answer the door like you were told to, fag?"
I could see he got all red and nervous. The fag both
hated and liked the feeling at the same time, I could
tell. He wanted to run away, and yet he sorta wanted,
needed, craved to stay there and get more of it from
me. He wanted to take more shame, more humiliation and
abuse from me.
Patting the fag on the head, I said, "Let's go to your
place so you can explain it to me properly."
So he followed me in through his front door and
watched me sit down in my favorite chair in my wet
swimsuit. I noticed there was a pile of money piled up
on the coffee table like an offering of apology. I
ignored it and looked at him like he was some kind of
animal that wasn't behaving the way it should, saying
nothing until he took off all his clothes and got down
naked on his knees between my legs the way a good fag
should be. I said, "Okay, NOW explain it to me
properly."
Mr. Gifford stammered, "Well, Sir, I guess, I don't
know, I guess, I was a little bit, maybe scared about
where all this was going?" He looked up at me
pleadingly.
"Where all what's going?"
"W-what we're doing...you know"
I snickered, "What are we doing?"
"Making me suck your cock." Mr. Gifford couldn't help
but look at the bulge in my swimsuit. "And stuff."
I grabbed the front of my swimsuit where my cock hung.
Even when it isn't hard my fifteen-year-old cock is
like a loaf of French bread. "Gee, I don't know what's
so difficult to understand, Mr. Gifford.
This is my cock. You're a cocksucker. YOU suck my
cock."
"Well it's not just that, or maybe it is, I dunno,
it's, I mean, you're a fifteen years old, I'm a grown
man, and, all this, well,.."
"Ohhh, I get it now..." I sat back for a moment like
an idea suddenly dawned on me. "You mean making you
become the cocksucker cuntmouth cumbreath pussyboy
faggot you are." I peeled the spandex of my swimsuit
down to show my half-hard cock. "I see. I see what
your problem is."
Mr. Gifford gulped and salivated a little between my
legs. He kept looking from my crotch to my eyes. "Yes,
I guess so. Making me become the cocksucker I am."
"Because that's what you are, you know. A cocksucker.
Just a cocksucker. Some mouth-hole cunt face who is
SUPPOSED to suck my cock. The problem is you probably
just can't believe how simple it all is.
You suck cock. You're a cocksucker. So you suck MY
cock. See?"
"Yes, yes," He seemed hypnotized at my cock throbbing
in front of him, he probably saw some precious liquid
in the piss slit that he was just thirsting to lick
up. "I am. I am a mouth-hole cunt face who's SUPPOSED
to suck your cock." He stammered. "A mouth-hole cunt
face. A cocksucker. A cuntmouth. A pussyboy faggot. A
hole. A cumsucker. A fag. A cumsucking fag. All that
stuff you said."
"And more." I couldn't stop snickering.
I was taking it slow with him. I instinctively
realized he'd gotten scared at how far he'd gone, and
now it was time to go slow and sweeten things a little
bit. Sort of like breaking a horse so you can ride him
all the harder.
"But's that's okay, Mr. Gifford. It's okay for you to
be a mouth-hole cunt-face. You'll be doing a lot of
other stuff in the future. You'll do stuff you never
even imagined just for a chance at my dick. You're
actually already addicted to my dick even though you
may not know it yet. You're actually very good at it.
Cocksucking that is. I'm not sure what else you're
good for yet. We'll just have to work on your
obedience. But you're really good at cocksucking.
"Just like I'm good at swimming and soccer. It's what
I do. I'm just naturally good at it. And just like I
was born with a really big dick. You were born with a
natural talent for sucking really big dicks like mine.
It's what you do. You shouldn't try to deny it. You
should be proud of that." It was almost as if I were
verbally petting him on the head, psychologically
calming him down so he'd get back to cocksucking. "Yes
you should. You're a good cocksucker. Yes you are. A
gooooood cocksucker."
I let him just stare at my big hardening dick for
about a minute, just letting my words and my dick hang
there in mid-air. His tongue is half-hanging out and I
swear I can see him drooling.
He's calming down. Getting back into cocksucker mode
again. Back into his Fag Zone.
It's beginning to feel okay for him to be a cocksucker
again. Poor cocksucker, he was fighting years of
counter-conditioning to his natural instincts. No
wonder it takes a while to get a cocksucker's head
straight.
This is where most Master's go wrong.
They either stomp out in frustration or they try to
force the issue so that the cocksucker goes back into
his shell forever.
Me, I instinctively just let him crawl close and
admire my cock. Get used to the feeling of being in
his cocksucker place. He inhaled the damp meat of my
ballsacs.
He nuzzled my crotch like a puppy, looking up at me
obediently.
Drawing him in slowly. Letting him slowly adjust to
his submission, LETTING HIM SUBMIT TO HIS OWN
SUBMISSION.
See, it really has to come from deep down inside the
cocksucker himself--HE has to realize it, HE has to
have the idea, HE has to admit it to HIMSELF that HE
IS A COCKSUCKER. That is, if the idea going to
"Stick".
Impatient Masters who don't take the time to train a
cocksucker with this method of coaxing and
sugarcoating (alongside some firm discipline and
punishment) usually lose what eventually would've
become a beautifully broken eager cocksucker.
Most Masters don't understand that a well-broken-in
cocksucker slave develops in fits and starts,
sometimes the cocksucker will make great strides in
submission and will even surprise you with his desire
to submit and humiliate himself more and more. He will
surprise you with his sudden willingness to suck more
and more cock.
And there will be periods where he's kind of ashamed
of what he's doing, or is reluctant to continue his
training.
Fag Gifford was a little ashamed of being made to
submit to being the cocksucking servant to a fifteen
year old boy, so I decided to take it easy on him.
Nothing forced. Nothing harsh. Just slowly cooed into
his ear what a good cocksucker he was, how he always
made ME feel good when he sucked me, and also how he
probably felt good too when he finally got his reward
of cum when he made me cream off in his cocksucker
throat.
I put a lot of this stuff on the FagRadio recordings
that Fag Gifford now listens to religiously. How it's
okay for him to be a cocksucker, it's okay for him to
serve superior men, it's okay for him to be a faggot,
because being a faggot is just his natural state, good
faggot, good faggots suck cock, your my personal
cocksucker, you're a pussyboy, a bitchboy, a cash-
paying fag cuntboy, etc.
I even said I bet when he was alone and jacking his
little clit dick that he'd cum especially hard, his
little clit-dick popping off like a firecracker when
he fantasized about serving me while he jacked.
I said, "Now see. That just what proves what a good
natural-born cocksucker you are."
He bobbed his head yes. And my cock seemed to agree
with him. He watched my cock drool while he drooled.
"Yes," I said like I was just discovering the fact for
myself. "You are a very very VERY good cocksucker."
And when he had sat there for a long while naked on
all fours sniffling between my legs almost cross-eyed
looking at my prick, he couldn't resist squeaking out
a "Thank you, Sir."
And I smiled down at him, like the fag's benevolent
god, the fag's mouth just naturally gaping open like a
horny pussy and I said, just like I was some kind of
benevolent and kindly god; "You're welcome,
Cocksucker."
The faggot seemed to shiver with this affirmation of
his status.
It was during one of these moments, one of those times
when Fag Gifford was having doubts about his training,
usually when we are about to explore some new depth to
his submission, that I guess we discovered what I
eventually came to call FAG TV and FagRadio.
Part of the problem for cocksuckers, I came to
realize, was that even though they were ALWAYS
thinking about sucking cock in their subconscious,
every guy that they passed they always wondered if his
cock were suckable, what the cock looked like, what
the cock tasted like. What cock felt like in their
mouth. All day long cocksuckers (being natural
cocksuckers) were just naturally thinking about
gobbling cock.
In this society, it isn't always possible for fag-
cunts to be worshipping cock the way they constantly
WANT to be and SHOULD be doing.
In a healthily developed society, it should be
perfectly normal for a straight man to go up to a fag
and say, "Hey fag, get over here and suck my cock
now." And the fag would obey.
In a properly functioning society, all faggots should
be made to suck at a minimum at least one cock per
day, if not more.
And worshipping cock like that is what cocksuckers
need to be doing. Just that our society doesn't always
provide them with the open opportunities that they
require to completely satisfy their needs to suck
cock.
In a properly run society where the fags were truly
free to do their natural duty, there would be fag
stations the way there are men's restrooms in metros
and airports. In a properly run society, it would be
the most natural thing in the world for a real man,
who has his balls filling with fresh cum several times
a day to step briefly into one of the fag stations and
achieve relief for his overloaded balls in the mouths
of some perpetually cum-hungry fags. No one would
think anything bad about this arrangement, just
natural bodily functions being taken care of.
A fag getting fed is like a cow that always needs
milking in the morning, or a bee needs to be making
honey, it's what a fag NEEDS to do in order to BE
itself.
In this society there are regular everyday things that
they, the cocksuckers, have to attend to, like
cleaning their cocksucker houses, washing their
cocksucker cars, paying their cocksucker bills, or
going to their boring cocksucker jobs. Stuff that we
alpha males have managed to figure out how to get
cocksuckers to do FOR us.
Anyway, during these so-called 'normal' times, or
times when there is no cock available for them to suck
upon, faggots start to feel like they are average
everyday people with normal aspirations and feelings
of equality and shit.
They hear news stories about how its legal for fags to
marry in some countries, and they lose all sight of
their true purpose in life. Hell, for all I know
there's probably a difference between gay guys and fag
cocksuckers. If so, then even the gay guys should be
sure to put the fag cocksuckers in their place. Hell,
at least give'em a cock to suck on, or fuck'em around
a little, treat'em like shit till they can find a real
man to break'em in right.
So a fag sometimes loses track of its purpose. Plus,
if it IS serving a guy, like Mr. Gifford is serving
me, you can sort of notice when it isn't as obedient
as a fag should be.
Maybe the fag takes a split-second longer to whip its
little clit-dick when you order it to. Or it gets a
little fussy when you surprise it by bringing a friend
over to use his cocksucking services. Or it gets
uppity and wants to watch while you fuck the team's
cheerleader. Or it seems a little reluctant, instead
of eager the way a fag should be, to put some
clothespins on its little ballsacks when you tell it
to.
Like when Mr. Gifford was supposed to put some paper
clamps on his tit-nipples and dance around the room
for me, but the stupid fag just didn't put the energy
into it that I was expecting from him. Usually he
would do it with such enthusiasm because he knew it
entertained me. But this time was kind of lackluster
so I sensed the pussyboy was having some doubts about
his purpose in life again. It was up to me to show him
his purpose.
Most Masters might've just whipped him silly, but I
knew this time it was better to sugar-coat the pill of
submission.
I made Mr. Gifford keep the clamps on his nipples so
he knew that he should always feel some kind of pain
for my entertainment, but I called him over to my
chair and made him stare at my cock while I spoke to
him in a soothing voice.
"Are you okay, Mr. Gifford? What's wrong, cocksucker?
You're not really entertaining me as enthusiastically
as I want you to do today. Hm? There must be something
going on your little cocksucker mind. Don't think I
don't notice, because I care about how you're serving
me. It's important to me that you serve me correctly,
and I know that you care about that too. So I want to
help you. It's okay. I want to help you serve me.
Here, put your mouth on my cock.
"That's it. Just suck on the head some. Just suckle it
there and try to concentrate on what I have to say to
you. That's it. That's right just suck on the shaft
and move your tongue around. You'll get a nice steady
stream of pre-cum in about a minute. Meanwhile, you
have to understand that I'm trying to get you to WANT
to help serve me better and better. You always have to
do better. You always have to do more. You do want to
do that, don't you? I thought so."
I patted his sucking head and said, "Hm, maybe you're
having some doubts about all you're doing to please
me. Well don't worry too much about that. Just relax
and be the cocksucker that you are. You'll be
surprised how much of a cocksucker fag you can be if
you just let yourself go. It's okay now. Don't be
ashamed. You have no reason to be ashamed. Just look
at the cock that you get to serve. Just look at the
cock that you get to have shoot off in your mouth
regularly. Most fags would consider themselves lucky
to even get a LOOK at it. But you, because you're a
good fag, you get more. You get to put your mouth on
it. You get to taste it. You get to suck the cum out
of it."
I stood up abruptly plopping my cock out of his mouth
with a long string of his slobber and pre-cum.
Ï said, "Tell you what. Let's just have a look at your
ol' computer, huh? Now that you've told me all the
passwords I get to look at all the stuff you like to
look at. Of course now that you're a pussyboy slave
you have no expectation of privacy. Not that I
especially wanna look at your fag stuff. Let's take a
look at all the pictures you have stored here. All the
dirty dick pictures that you have collected on the
internet. It's ok. Just crawl over here and we'll take
a look at these pics together. I know you've got a
huge collection. You like looking at pictures of guys
dicks. And I guess you like looking at other
cocksuckers serving other guys when you jack off.
"You like to imagine you're them. C'mon just crawl
over here and sit right here by my chair while I take
a look around at what a fag likes to look it. I think
it's kind of sick and gross myself, but maybe you can
explain to me what you like about these pics. You can
tell me what you like to look at when you're alone
here and you I let you squick your clittie. For
instance, this one right here. I can see the dude's
got a really big dick, but what else do you like about
it? Go ahead? Tell me. What is it about that pic that
turns you into a hot and excited little faggot? Huh?"
He started quietly telling me, and I could hear the
excitement in his voice as he felt more and more
comfortable telling me stuff like,
"Well, Sir, see, it shows the guy's cock real real up
close, almost like I was close enough to look at it,
and, and, I can still see him looking down at me from
above, like I'm about to suck it for him. He's even
kind of laughing, the way you do, you know, smiling
or...smirking I guess. Cause it's like I'm a
cocksucker about to suck his big ol' cock while I look
up at him and try to swallow it all. I-I... can
imagine myself doing that. Sucking on it. Him looking
down at me. Or making me beg for it. Him slapping me
in the face with it. Making me stick out my tongue for
it, just the way you do, Begging some more. You know,
sort of the way you make me beg too. It helps me
practice my begging."
"That's good. I HAVE noticed your begging has
improved."
"Thank you, Sir."
And when we clicked on other pictures, more of his
sick fag stuff, he'd say things like, "And in this one
the master is holding his balls out like he's just
telling me to lick them."
Or we'd flip to another one and he'd say, "And here
you can see just a little drop of pre-cum cumming out
of the tip of his big fat cockhead. And-and he's just
holding it there, like, daring me to beg to lick it
off. Laughing at me being so hungry for a taste of his
man cream. Oh, yeah, here's where his cock is just
lying there and he's smiling down at me because he
just shot a big load all over his stomach. And-and
he's making me beg to lick it up. Sometimes I even
think he's inviting his friends over to watch how I'll
do anything for his load, and even after he whips me,
he just takes my face and smears it in his cum so that
it's all over my face and they all laugh at me."
"That's good you're telling me all this. Gives me more
ideas about how you can please me, faggot."
And it turned out there were among his sewer of perv
pics, pictures of some naked cocksuckers serving whole
groups of real men. There were pics of a naked fag
down on his knees, and the guys had obviously just had
a good time fucking him in every hole available and
they'd obviously jacked their jizz all over his body.
The cocksucker seemed grateful, even hungry for more.
His mouth still hanging open for their suspended
cocks.
Mr. Gifford would explain: "I like that one especially
because you can see the guy's, I mean, the fag's nuts
are tied up and his butt's red, so you can see they
had a little fun spanking him before they turned him
into a cum hole."
Or: "And here they're fitting all three of their cocks
inside the cocksucker's mouth."
And there were other sicko pics where it was obvious a
man was just getting his jollies using a fag. One
tattooed dude with a really huge dick had a fag
upside-down on a couch, the fag's head hanging off the
couch so its throat would open more, and tattooed dude
was really getting off sticking his cock down in there
as far as it could possibly go.
"There's other pics of the same guy using the guy, I
mean fag," and Mr. Gifford showed me other pics of the
tattooed guy smiling down at the fag on his knees
working like crazy to get the hardening cock out of
his master's pants. "Or this other pic. See. He's just
laughing at his cocksucker while he's hold his head
hard down in between his legs. Just the way you do me,
Sir. You can't even see the um, fag's face, but you
can definitely know that guy's getting his cock sucked
great. Look how much he seems to enjoy it. He's
grinning at the fag and how good it feels to use him."
It was true. There was filthy pic after filthy pic of
fags sucking and serving. Sometimes there were just
pics of guys looking down at the cameras while the
camera looked up from the cocksucker's eye-view, so
Mr. Gifford could imagine being that guy's personal
fag.
"Well one thing's for sure," I said after some more
flipping through. "You definitely need a big old close
up pic of my dick right here as the main pic on your
desktop. My dick needs to stay in your face and your
mind at all times. I guess it's alright for you to
have your little piggy fag fantasies, but we're going
to arrange something a little better than that."
Mr. Gifford gulped. He was probably worried I was
going to delete his little fantasy world he had
collected to use to jack off to when I wasn't around.
But no. I was going to do something different.
I was going to USE those pictures. I would use those
pictures to teach him to be a better cocksucker. A
better worshipper of cock. I told him to get together
a little slideshow program of all his disgusting pics.
I told him that it should be a full-screen, hours-long
slide show of his huge pic collection of dicks, cocks,
pricks, cum, cocksuckers, balls, fags acting faggy,
fags being punished. It should run for hours.
I told him that when he had spare time, like when he
wasn't doing my laundry, or typing up my homework,
then it would probably please me most if he spent his
time watching his cocksucker slideshow.
In fact, he might as well consider it would be his
favorite TV program from now on. Instead of watching
some sitcom, or some reality dancing contest shit, he
would have to tune into FAG TV.
I told him at first I wanted him to just sit naked and
watch the repeating slideshow for one hour every
night. Every night without fail. If I felt like he was
slacking off in his servicing of me in some way, then
I might then up the amount of time he spent watching
FAG TV to two hours per night. Over the years, I would
sometimes even tell him he couldn't sleep at all and
had to spend all night in his closet watching his FAG
TV.
He could add some pretty music to it if he wanted to,
I didn't care, but I definitely wanted his fag face
pushed face first watching every detail of those
pictures as they faded and glided and twirled across
his screen, all those cocks, pricks, dicks, schlongs--
and fags devoting themselves to serving them. And he
would always see it up close, and even when they
repeated he would be able to see NEW things about them
that he admired and he might tell me about it, and
SHOULD be ready to tell me about at a moment's notice.
Plus he'd see all those pics of fags serving other
men. I told him to start taking more notes in his head
about what he imagined was happening, how that fag had
become such a good cock worshipping fag while he
watched the pictures flash by. When he saw them again,
I wanted him to imagine ways in which he might better
serve me in the same way.
And that, my fellow Masters, is how FAG TV was born.
This, I discovered, was my first method of
brainwashing the cocksucker into being a more ready,
willing and suppliant faggot.
It would help fill up those hours when he wasn't
thinking about me, and would always keep him all the
more concentrated on the act of cocksucking, so that
his little brain wouldn't have so much time to have
any more of those doubts that were interfering with
his constant attention to what should be my perpetual
pleasure.
Mr. Gifford would be so concentrated on his serious
watching of FAG TV that he wouldn't be able to
consider chickening out any more.
He'd just be all the more dedicated.
He really took to it, too.
After he realized it was that watching FAG TV was
focusing his mind more, after he realized he was no
longer having the same internal conflicts about his
faggotry, how it soothed him, and how it really did
help him a lot when he was down on his knees in front
of me (having all those other pictures engraved in his
mind now of all those other cocksuckers sucking all
those other cocks), he loved watching FAG TV.
There was even times when I hadn't ordered him to
watch FAGTV, but I would walk in and discovered he was
tuned into that. Naked on his knees, butt high up in
the air, face up close to the computer screen, blissed
out in his complete and total faggotry practically
hypnotized by all those cocks he was watching over and
over and over again.
The freshly motivated fag would even work more
efficiently to get my laundry and my homework finished
early so he could tune in once again to the latest FAG
TV. That was also when I began to add the aural
dimension of FagRadio, a sort of soundtrack with
earplugs of me just reminding him he was a fag, and
that he felt better submitting to real men.
I even noticed he FELT so much more submissive, and so
much more grateful that I was forcing him to submit,
that he left fifty more dollars on the coffee table
for me to take after I'd finished abusing him for the
evening or the weekend.
Of course, I didn't want that computer with all those
faggy pictures just hanging around the house when I
had some of my girlfriends over.
That was when I Fag Gifford clean out his walk-in
closet and make a little space where he could live. I
made him hook up his FAGTV there in the walk-in
closet. And when I was entertaining some women guests,
I'd sometimes tell him to go in there and watch FAGTV
with the earphones on while we were busy fucking.
It got him out of the way, kept him quiet, even happy,
and he eliminated all that time where he had time to
think about whether or not he really wanted to be the
faggot I was turning him into.
He even enjoyed scouring the internet for new and
better pics of cocks for him to add to his collection.
It got to the point where I wanted to refine his
brainwashing a little bit. Depending on how he behaved
I might have him watch everything, all the pics, but
there might be other days when I thought he should
work on being more submissive, in which case I would
tell him to watch only the pics where a cocksucker was
being used by a superior alpha male. Other times I
might want him to just be more cockhungry, so I'd tell
him to only watch a loop where there was nothing but
pics of alpha males with big dicks showing off above
the camera.
In fact, now that he knew he was going to be watching
more and more FAG TV in his spare time, he
enthusiastically took to heart my orders when I told
him that I wanted to seek out even more pics of the
big dicks that he drooled over to suck. The ones that
put him always in the position of the cocksucker about
to take it in the mouth. Or watch scenes where some
cocksuckers was tied up and whipped before he was
forced to suck a whole fraternity of long hard cocks.
This really became more and more his reality.
***
Over the next few years of course we refined this
perpetual brainwashing process even more even with
phone apps, but the next best thing we did was when we
refined it with recordings of me telling him what a
faggot he was, how it was okay for him to be a
disgusting faggot, how he should be proud to be a
faggot and a cocksucker, how he never felt comfortable
unless he had a cock in his mouth, how he loved the
taste of cum, couldn't live without cock and cum and
would do anything to get it, how he should always try
to ask a man if he might please suck the man's cock.
Stuff like that.
Even including sounds of Mr. Gifford sucking-slurping
on my cock. Once we got down several hours of that, we
filled up his portable player with that recording and
that's all he ever listens to now. I'm thinking about
eventually releasing it for the benefit of other
faggots who need more positive reinforcement of their
place in this world. It sure as hell works for Mr.
Gifford!
Of course I've talked a lot about the slow and gentle
approach. Subtle methods of breaking a faggot so that
he almost doesn't even realize he's turned into an
out-and out-depraved cocksucker.
This type of bonding between a cocksucker and the cock
that he serves is always the best way. Gradually
filling his mind with more and more images, more and
more words and phrases, which remind him that serving
superior men is his only reason to exist. Until his
mind is finally so full, that a man-serving hole is
all he is.
There are however, times when a fag's natural
submissiveness needs to be pushed.
Pushed into even deeper levels. Your standard free-
range fag will balk, but that's when you have to be
firm--even brutal.
It's important when breaking in a fag that he never
really knows what's coming next. It keeps him on his
toes--or at least on all fours, LOL!!
So yeah, there's also a time when ya gotta be
absolutely firm and demanding with a faggot. Mixed in
among all those compliments and good strokes, also
comes the true excruciating discipline that always
puts him in his place.
Remember that first time Mr. Gifford balked? Well, as
gentle as I was at first, the fagslave still
definitely had some punishment coming for his
disobedience, and it was important for the faggot to
receive that discipline as well. All of which I'll
talk about in the next part.
***
Any fags that wanna show their appreciation to a
$uperior alpha male like myself, feel free to $how me
your appreciation at PayPal (cameronbrock3@gmail)
and/or show me your gratitude by getting me something
from my gift list at amazon under
cameronbrock3@gmail.com. If you send me an email at
cameronbrock3@gmail.com just remember I don't wa$te
time just playing with fags who don't know how to show
their immediate and con$tant appreciation. Hell, even
send some donation to Nifty.org for even giving you
the ability to fantasize your sicko fantasies like Mr.
Gifford's.
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 mp3 which
is a sort of guided meditation of 45 minutes ME
brainwashing YOU as a constant reminder of what a
lowlife cocksucker you are! 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.
That's available for 40 bucks plus 5 bucks shipping
and manhandling and fagtax at my PayPal account of
cameronbrock3@gmail.com.
Pay and obey!
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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. 4-million people around the world
contract HIV every year. You only have one body per
lifetime, so take good care of it!
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