Date: Fri, 9 Sep 2011 21:06:22 -0500
From: CAMERON BROCK III <cameronbrock3@gmail.com>
Subject: IF HE HOLLER$ MAKE HIM PAY PART 1 GAY AUTHORITARIAN

IF HE HOLLER$ MAKE HIM PAY     Part 1

by

Cameron Brock III (cameronbrock3@gmail.com)

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 its 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 wishlist 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, its 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 highschool 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 highschool
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 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, 15 year old kid
bossing this middle-aged faggot cuntface around.

There was double the money laying there on the coffeetable 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 waitng
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 grovelling 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.  W

hen 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 its 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
humliate them. The more the fucking fags want it!!!!!!!

After some fag-training they're wanting it everyday. 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 let's them gradually come to acknowledge and
enjoy their "inner fag".

Thing is, after awhile, 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 its 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. breath 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 tho 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.

Nowadys 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 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.

Alot 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 snivelling
crawling cocksucker sucking sperm out of real men in ever 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 purporse 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, "Ökay 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
bedsheets 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."

 "Öh 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 squicked 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
focussed 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. Ï'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 awhile 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. Itknows 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
it's eyes realizing what a stupid piece of shit fag it must really be
to be grovelling 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 highschool
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 appreciaton
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 wa$te time
just playing with fag$ who don't know how to show their immediate and
con$tant 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 CD which is a
sort of guided meditation CD 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!


Hell, even send some donation to Nifty.org for even giving you the ability
to fanta$ize your $icko fantasies like Dean Deere.

Later!