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. $$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$ 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! $$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$ 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