Date: Mon, 16 Jan 2012 15:25:14 -0600
From: CAMERON BROCK III <cameronbrock3@gmail.com>
Subject: IF HE HOLLER$ MAKE HIM PAY PART 14 (GAY AUTHORITARIAN)

IF HE HOLLER$ MAKE HIM PAY   PART 14
by
Cameron Brock III

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 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 fucking read it if you can't stand the truth about
men and their fags.



Lemme tell ya something about fags.

Fags are BORN to serve real men. You can spot'em easy. Fags are born
to SUCK real men's cocks.

Fags've got a built in trigger deep in the back of their throats that
just makes them shiver with pleasure whenever they feel a cock rubbing
against it. They've gotta have cock there. Plus there's a built-in
need to suck and please. They're just genetically fucking coded to
NEED a real man's cock in their holes. They don't feel complete
without it.

A fag without a cock is just an empty hole. When fags see a cock, you
can practically see them wagging their little fag tails like happy
puppies.

And just because of that fact, fags will do anything. Anytime.
Anywhere. For ANY man.

ANYTHING else. Fags send me money. Fags send me gifts off my amazon
wishlist. Well-trained fags do pretty much just about anything they
can to make sure that the real men who fags know are superior them are
comfortable in every way possible. When they make know that a superior
man like myself is comfortable, they know that my cock is comfortable
and at optimal position to be pleased.

Fags send me paypal tribute because they know I deserve it and it is
their way to honor me. And making sure my cock gets pleased (or the
cock of ANY of their superiors) can become the sole purpose in the
life of a well-broken fag. Like my fag roommate (who doesn't even know
he is a slave yet) just naturally LOVES to clean our dormitory for me,
and do my laundry, and carry my books to class for me.

That's what I was telling the fag at the IRS.

Mr.Fag started mumbling something about leather fuckslings being a
questionable business expense but I cut him off. Even before I sat
down at his desk, I spotted him for a bonafide cum-hungry faggot
pussyboy cocksucker. Hell, guys like him might as well have COCKSUCKER
written across his forehead.

I said, "Hell, wormy fagfreaks like you might as well have COCKSUCKER
written across your forehead."

The fag looked shocked--nervous--caught--exposed. He glanced out his
closet-sized office at his fellow workers to see if anybody heard what
I'd said.

I didn't give a shit. It was the truth, wasn't it?

"Look, you wanna suck me, right?" I saw Mr.Fag squirm in his seat like
he wanted to crawl under his desk.  "Yeah, of course you wanna suck
it. That's why you got your mouth open right now, right? Yeah, that
mouth. That mouth's already puffy and moist. Making a nice hole. Even
looks like a coupla pussy lips. Anybody can see you've got a pussy
right in the middle of your fag face. That's alright. All fags wanna
suck my cock. And you're a fag, right? You don't really want to AUDIT
me. You want to SUCK me. Ever since I sat down here you've been
thinking about burying your face in my crotch and getting your mouth
in my fly and tonguing my cock out so you can slurp it down my throat
until I cum. You'd like the taste of teen cum filling out your cheeks,
wads of it going down your gullet, spewing out your nose. Your lips
just slobbering with it. You've got pictures of big-dicked guys like
me on your computer stringing up scrawny little faggot cunts like you
and gang-fucking their sorry pussy-asses, and every night you jack
that little faggot clit wishing and hoping and praying you could get
somebody to treat you just like those guys your in your pathetic
little cyber-porn collection."

The stupid dumbfounded fag, hypnotized, pole-axed, nodded his head. He
shivered wild-eyed and licked his lips, fixated on my crotch. Maybe
he'd never had a real man talk to him like that before.

But he needed it.

"Well you gotta get naked to suck my cock."

The fag jumped up to shut the door to his tiny little office.

I laughed at hime, "I only let naked fags suck me. That puts'em in
their place. Strip, fuckhead."

He was a hairy little piggy. If I ever decided to use him again I'd
make him shave all over, and his already tiny dick would look
minuscule on his pink hairless body.

There was barely room for me to stretch my legs out and him to grovel
around at my feet and pull my shoes off. He inhaled my socks, finally
caught the cuff with his teeth and pulled them off with his mouth,
then started licking my feet like they were ice cream or cotton candy
or something.

Damn, you could tell this was something the fag was starving for.

He gulped, squeaked, "But what if someone comes in?"

Shrug. "Well someone comes in." I crammed my foot against his face.
"All they'll see is what they've all half-suspected all along. That
you're a fag and that you're finally doing your duty and serving real
men." I smashed his nose against the sole of my foot. "See, people
really already know deep down what their position is in society, and
where other people are in the pecking order, it's just that some are
better trained to recognized and accept it. Isn't that right Mr.Fag?"

His eyes practically devoured the hard-on filling my pants. "I think
you've got a point there."

"If you overlook this little audit, I'll see that you get into the
proper hands, bitchboy. I'm building up a little off-campus fraternity
that's meant to train fags, fags just like you who've spent their sad
little lives only fantasizing about sucking a real man's cock,
training them to serve and entertain superior men. And PAY for the
privilege, of course. We're taking over the house of a lawyer fag, but
you'll get tons of fratboy cock to suck and be able to serve them all
in so many ways if you just do what I say. I mean, wouldn't you like
to have an endless line of hard-dripping jock cocks to suck all day
long?  Wouldn't you like to get that fag pussy of yours opened out
good in the leather fucksling we installed in the basement?"

He just sniffled in between my toes, trying to mouth my big toe, like
it was a cock, eager to taste more,  now that he was down there,
degraded and squirming for more.

I chuckled, "By the way, get your wallet and gimme all your money."

"But I haven't paid my rent yet this month--"

"I don't care, maybe you can go to that glory hole in the basement of
the university library and you can give blowjobs for two dollars a
pop. Just fork it over, fagface. That's a good boy. Good little
pussyboy. Good cocksucker."

As I watched the fag snack on my feet, revelling in his abject
subservience, I had visions of throwing him in the closet with Fag
Gifford. who'd have him listening to FagRadio regularly and teach him
to learn his fag place by watching how much fun I had while Gifford
sucked my cock and he watched me thrash Fag Gifford with the belt
Gifford bought me.

With FagRadio and a little training, this little IRS Fag'd learn to
associate his pain and the pain of other grovelling cum-hungry fags
with pleasure, MY pleasure. A fag reader bought me a wireless router
off my amazon wishlist and now we're piping my "FagRadio" into the
ears of fags in the frat basement, brain training'em into being better
fagpigs via wifi.

This stupid IRS fag would finally be useful for something. Like he
always dreamed he'd be.

Or maybe he'd just be a handy mouth for my regular midday blowjob right now.

See, a lot of Masters don't understand the practical aspects of
day-to-day dominance.

24/7 servitude and constant dungeon torture in a sling may be great
for these fantasy stories you read on the Internet, but not for real
life like mine.

The truth of the matter is many natural fags have responsibilities,
families. And honestly, a 24/7 Master would be exhausted if he were
'on' all the time.

The trick is to time-share the subservience. Integrate the various
availabilities of the obedient cocksuckers into your everyday life.
Hell there's more than enough slaves to go around anyway! For example,
one pussyboy might LIVE to get fucked once a month when his wife is
away visiting her mom.

Another, like my lawyer fag, loves to  crawl naked and serve my
fraternity beers on Wednesday evenings while we have fun spanking his
fag-ass.

Another fag I know pays me fifty dollars to come over to my house and
beg me to spit in his face once a week.

And of course I know lots of you fags get your little dicks hard just
sending me tribute money by paypal or gifting  me at amazon. Thing is,
not all fags can  do everything all  the time, but a TRUE fag does
what he can to serve.

If you put them all together, if you let the fags offer what they can,
whether it's time or  services or money or entertainment, then you've
got a life of ease and leisure as a superior male.

Like I've got one fag who likes nothing better in the  world than the
honor of being my chauffeur.  He's always begged me that any time I
ever need a ride anywhere to just give him a call and he'd come. Fuck,
whatever floats his little fag boat. He even waits outside some other
fag's house while I go in and abuse some other little fag for an hour.
See, for him, he feels like he's doing at least the very best he can
manage in this life to serve ME. The chauffeur fag always makes sure
his BMW is immaculate because he knows his Master wants transportation
of the utmost quality.

Some fags get a kick writing my term papers. Other fags actually BEG
me to rent them out to some of my fellow MEN on campus. These lowly
creatures LIKE the idea of earning money for me.

Some fags you just need to use once in order to mark them for life as a fag.

Most fags are grateful that I've showed them their path in life, given
them a purpose, and they usually pay me for it. Gratefully.

This particular naked fag in the IRS office was just going to be
useful to suck my midday load.

I spread my legs out in front him, showed him my bulging crotch, "Go
ahead. Take it out. Unzip me, pussyboy. Unzip me, take my cock out and
suck it. Just kiss the head of it first. I want to see that you really
appreciate it."

I don't know if it was the first time in his pitiful pussyboy life
that he'd ever really sucked a real cock, but he was pretty flustered
by it all, fumbling at my zipper but somehow finally managing to get
my cock out, towering in front of his face. He was inhaling the heat
of it.

"Okay, now just stick your tongue out. Let me see that little
cocksucker tongue of yours."

He opened his pussylips and his little pink tongue darted out,
wiggling in mid-air, aiming towards my cock awaiting direction.

I gave my cock a throb. He gulped. A shining thread of pre-cum rolled
down the bottom ridges of my prick.

"Go ahead cocksucker. Taste it."

His tongue darted to it. Lapping. Sipping. That pink cocksucker tongue
tickled the underside of my cock trying to lap up all the leaking sap
of my meaty log. He couldn't resist touching my balls.

"Oh yeah, you'll like the taste of my balls. They're always sweaty and
tasty. Why don't you clean'em up a little for me with that
ball-slurping tongue of yours. Some fags say they can almost taste and
smell the cum inside my ballsacks."

That tongue darted tentatively all around the folds and crinkles of my
nutsacks. The fag's nostrils were trying to inhale that manly cum
smell while he slurped. And slurped. And slurped. Then he got addicted
to the taste and started slurping'em faster, bouncing my balls on his
tongue. His slobber just wouldn't stop and he got them nice and wet.

Finally his natural cum-hunger got the better of him and he rolled his
tongue around the contours of my balls and I heard him groan because
he'd probably never been near balls as big as mine.

It's fun feeling a fag explore for the first time. the cock of his
dreams, tonguing into the ballsacks, the spermbag like he wanted to
smother himself in them, nosing and snuffling into the very roots of
the manliness he only wished  he had.

Cumpigs like him start making noises then, they lose all dignity cause
they'll do anything for you now that they've gotten below a certain
point of pigginess.

He could hardly get his eager little tongue around even one of my
testicles, but boy did he try, and slathered all up, in,  and around,
my ballsack,  worshipping my absolute ballsiness, burying his snout up
in between the base of my cock, smearing his face in his own spittle
and my ballsweat.

"Now kiss it." I said down to my little crotch-piggy. "Kiss my cock, cuntface."

The cuntface looked up at me from between my legs, still in the midst
of mouthing one of balls.

"Kiss my cock, and show me what those pussylips were really meant to do."

He looked up at my drooling fat cock towering above his spattered face
and right into my eyes, and without ever taking his eyes off me,
trailed his tongue from my testicles, all the way up the wavering
ridges and folds of my red throbbing cock, up til it finally traced
its way up to the tipend of my pre-cum dribbling pisslit, right up to
the mighty pulsing head of it, still looking worshipfully into my
eyes.

"Do it, fagface.  Kiss my cock. KISS it!"

He puckered his lips towards it.

Those swollen red drooly lips of his puckered out. quivering, mouthing
the air in a hungry pout, his wide eyes still looking up at me
worshipfully.

"It's okay. You're a cocksucker. It's what you're sposed to do," I
laughed.  "Kiss it. Kiss my cock. Show me how much you love and
worship and respect cocks."

He moved those pussylips forward pooching them out, looking just like
the anxious cuntlips of the cheerleaders I fucked regularly.

Then: contact.

The fag kissed the bloated head of my cock and you could tell he was
in cocksucker heaven.

They always moan,  always look up at me gratefully.

I laughed at him. "Geez, I knew it. I knew you were a fucking
cocksucker pig. Look at you, just squirming and begging to kiss my
cock. Ha ha!"

I slapped him around with it some and he groaned more, the spume of my
pre-cum splattering his face.

"Well, let's go ahead and see how much of it you can suck.  And no
touching your own useless prick. Get your hand off your little
weenie." I dickslapped him. "Just concentrate on ME, got it? Just
concentrate on pleasing MY cock. I want you all horny and piggy. Just
do a good job focusing on sucking down all of MY cock."

And he tried. Boy did the fagboy cuntface try!

He truly was converting into a real cuntmouth now, trying to make his
throat open like a slut cheerleader's gaping twat, saliva mopping and
sloshing all over my meat while his lips and tongue scrubbed around
the circumference. His mouth stretched like a taunt rubberband about
to snap, his face contorting into tight cock-engorged holes,
practically gagging with cockmeat.

And I even like it when a fag sorta gags around my cock. That shows
he's really trying. He's pushing his limits. He's expanding his
throat-pussy. Desperate for the gigantic meatpole he's trying to
please, throat crammed with the fist-sized head of my cock. Damn, I
could see his scrawny throat glomming onto my cockhead, wrapping it,
trying to ripple my foreskin back and forth on my cockhead,
simultaneously milking my pre-cum out of it.

I tweaked his ears, "Not bad, piggy! See if you can take it down a
little further. That's it. Just think of your throat as a big ol' hot
pussy. Cause that's all it's gonna be from now on. A pussy that wants
to take ALLLLLL that cock. It's just GOTTA get all that cock up in it.
Make it your goal in life to fit a guy's cock all the way down to the
balls when you suck  on him.  Make it your goal so your lips are
nibbling his pubic hair and you're slobbering all over his ballsacks,
got it?"  A well-trained cocksucker should always come away with pubic
hairs stuck in his teeth.

Mr. Fag barely groaned, then gagged, spewing more of his fagjuice over
my cock. The better to suck me with.

I slapped the back of his cocksucker head and smirked at the skullfuck
he was giving himself, "Concentrate, dammit! Suck HARDER you stupid
cocksucker!  Remember: just when you think you've sucked and swallowed
as much as you possibly can, that's when you can always ALWAYS suck
and swallow just a little bit more!"

His fag face, pigging on my meat, fagging out on his own fagginess,
just squinched beyond all recognition, trying to suck and swallow just
a little bit more, then a bit more and a bit more, widening and
stretching, gag reflexing, his nose running, eyes watering.  Sometimes
for faggy pigs like him having your dreams come true can be a
nightmare. His throat plastered my cockmeat, squeezing and squirming
and squishing it down.

See there is always this little cum-button inside a fag's throat, a
natural landmark of pleasure that hurts so fucking good that the fag
can't get enough of it. Fags have a natural G-spot in their throats,
and once they hit it, like this piggy just did, there's no turning
back, the suctioning just turns his whole body into a fuckhole, and
when a guy feels a faggot sucking so much that it feels like the fag's
whole fucking BODY is wrapped around his cock, well, it's just so
funny, so fucking funny that you can't help but shoot all a huge load.

Even though the newbie cocksucker couldn't get all the way down to my
pubes, my cumwads really started flying out of my meat. My cock popped
out of his blubbering mouth sounding like a cork from a champagn
bottle, spewing and fizzing cum geysering into the air. Piggy just
gulped in astonishment at the constant stream of teen jizz. These were
cumloads from deep in my ballsacks, racked my nuts pumping out load
after load, hot loogies of cum that splattered his face, his office
walls, everywhere. I swear what wasn't dripping off his fagface was
puddling up on his desk, covering his paperwork with my cream.  Poor
fag was on his knees lapping at  the air like a trained poodle trying
to catch all the spritzing droplets of my cumwads.

I laughed at the naked little tax fag crawling around trying to lick
up all the cum all around his office.  "Don't worry, there's enough
cum on your desk so you can have fag leftovers tomorrow."

 Stupid fag was going to have a lot of sticky paperstains to explain, ha-ha.

I let him crawl and lick for a little while. Hell I figured he'd
fagged out so hard, he deserved a sampling my cum as a reward.  Then I
snapped my fingers and had him clean off my cock  with this throat.
While my cock soaked down his gullet, I held his head still, his
chipmunk cheeks suctioning off my cum-sludge.

I reached over and grabbed a marker off his desk.

"Hold still."  I wrote COCKSUCKER across his forehead.

The cocksucker was probably still so caught up in his new level of
faggotry that he didn't realize it, but I had marked him in more ways
than one. After today, he would do anything to suck cock again.
ANYTHING.

While he looked up at me, his mouth mouthing my softening cock, I
said, "That wasn't half-bad for starters, cocksucker.  But remember
what I said about cocksucking being your true calling in life, and how
a truly dedicated cocksucker, always has room for improvement, and
just when you think you've sucked your best, in fact, ESPECIALLY when
you think you've sucked your best, THAT's when you  know you can
ALWAYs try harder. You can always suck harder. You can always swallow
better. You can always refine your technique. You can always take it
deeper. Just when you think you've sucked as many cocks as you can,
that's when you know you can always still try to suck even MORE cocks,
got it?" I could feel his throat gulp around my cock as
acknowledgement of my superior wisdom. I slapped him. "Good. Now,
Cocksucker,  I want you to go into the men's room the rest of the day
and stay there. Sit there naked with the stall open and my cum
dripping on your face. You're to tell any man that looks in that
you're a cocksucker and that you'll suck  off their cocks for 20
bucks. Of course you will send all that undeclared income to me. Is
that understood?

Mr. Faggie sniffled yes. His head bobbed. Blobs of my cum dribbled out
his nostril. What a pathetic sight.

"Just to make sure you do what I tell you. I'll send some of my
friends from the frathouse to try out your mouth, so you better be
working hard all day, sucking as many cocks as you can, is that
clear?"

His well-fucked head bobbed again.

I laughed at him and tucked my well-drained cock into my pants.  "I'll
expect at least 500 bucks by the end of the day, got it, Mr. Fag? You
think you can suck that many cocks, fag?"

I slapped his face each time. (Sometimes you really gotta hammer home
a point to a fag cause their inferior minds are just instinctively
absorbed in the idea of cocksucking.)

He looked up at me like I was his fucking god. He LOVED it!!!!

I spit on him, "Then go DO it, dammit!" Then I kicked his fagbag hard
and he jumped into his pants and scrambled towards the public toilets
as I pocketed his wallet. "By the way, as an IRS agent, you might be
interested to know of the special Fag Tax I've imposed on all you
pussyboys. Just for being such low-life cocksuckers you better pay up
fifty bucks a month or I report you to your supervisor. You've got my
email on your paperwork. Make your first Fag Tax payment is tonight."

With that the newly converted fag went scurrying down the hallway to
instal himself as the official government cocksucker in the building,
and I snickered at all the guys who were going to enjoy finding a
fresh fag there to feed his his lunchtime cumwad.


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INSTRUCTIONS AND EXPLANATIONS FOR FAGS AND THEIR MASTERS

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.

Current fags and their Masters already report 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 their fags to make them more
dedicated!!!!!! Make 'em wear it while their sucking you!

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Any fag$ that wanna show their appreciation to a $uperior alpha male
like my$elf, feel free to $how me your appreciaton at paypal
(cameronbrock3@gmail) and/or $how me your gratitude by getting me
something off my gift list at amazon under cameronbrock3@gmail.com.

If you $end me an email at cameronbrock3@gmail.com just remember I
don't wa$te time just playing with fags who don't know how to $how
their immediate and con$tant appreciation. Hell, even send some
donation to Nifty.org for even giving you the ability to fanta$ize
your $icko fantasies like Mr.Gifford's