Date: Sat, 25 Feb 2012 09:00:29 -0600
From: CAMERON BROCK III <cameronbrock3@gmail.com>
Subject: IF HE HOLLER$ MAKE HIM PAY PART 16 GAY / AUTHORITARIAN

IF HE HOLLER$ MAKE HIM PAY.   PART 16


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.


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This new fag I was fucking last Monday night. Damn. He had one of
these everready pussyboy cunts that ALWAYS seemed to make my cock feel
even harder and bigger.

I was treating him to one of his first really big buttfucks after lots
of slave grooming. You could tell the fag was really trying his best
to impress me. Really giving my cock a hundred percent of his
attention the way a good fag should, and the way that he'd learned to
do from weeks of my making him listening to FagRadio.

I was just trying him out, you know, just breaking him in. But damn!
You know, this fag had this ass-cunt like a fucking vacuum pump! Its
slushy tightness slathering around my fuckmeat, shit, made me want to
ballbust his butt into next week!

And when you slide your dick past the fag's inner clit, just grazing
that little pussyboy g-spot of his, mmmmm,  the fag'd jump and yelp
like a trained poodle!  It'd beg and cry for more and more harder and
harder. The sucking fucksounds when my cock plunged in and out of its
ass-slot! My balls slap-smacked his swollen red asslips. My cock just
seemed to fatten up and balloon inside his ass as I came and came load
after fucking load. It felt loamy and sucky and grasping for every
inch of my fuckmeat better than any cheerleader pussy. Damn. Shit.
Fuck. It made me think of every fag I'd ever fucked, even how I first
busted my fifteen-year-old nut into my neighbor Fag Gifford, it felt
so good, right as I was ready to jizz off.  Even thought of my geek
roommate who I've yet to fuck.

Sure, I'd started off fucking this particular fag's wife, (I like my MILFS!)

When he found out, first he got mad. And then he just wanted to watch.
And then (get this!) he wanted to HELP me put my cock in her!

And then he wanted to lick my balls while I fucked her. And THEN I
made him suck my cock to get me hard to stick my cock in his wife.

Then sometimes I'd just drop by when I knew his wife wasn't home so
that the fag'd eventually learn to just suck my cock all by himself
and learn to swallow all my cum. It showed him  what a fag he prolly
always was all along. He was a so-so cocksucker. Really needed some
training though.

Early on, we'd taught him that he was an inferior creature with a
useless dick and that when I, a superior man, entered the house, no
matter when, he was always to strip naked and crawl on the floor. I
made him put a clothespin on in his puny dick and on his tits while he
crawled around and served us and entertained us while we fucked.

Fag's wifey finally got tired of living with a spineless dickless wimp
and left him. The fag got momentarily uppity and fussy. Can't imagine
why.

When he realized he wasn't even gonna get any more of my dick and was
always going to be a faggot loser, he sent me a hundred dollar bill in
the mail with a long faggoty note about how he'd do anything anything
ANYTHING to get to swing on my cock again.

Alright, I decided to give the fag one more chance.

So I send him a copy of FagRadio and tell him he's supposed to slap
his little dick raw before he goes to bed at night and then listen to
the FagRadio with the earplugs on while he sleeps. even suck on
something, like a dildo or his thumb. I ordered the fag to report in
regularly, tell me in great detail (for my college research purposes)
how listening to the recording training sessions was effecting him.

First of all, as part of a fag's training, there's ALWAYS a little
pain. Even if it's self-inflicted (ha ha!).

A little pain never hurt anyone. It gets the fag's attention. The fag
gives you respect. It's a warning that if it doesn't cooperate, things
are gonna get worse, and that usually makes the fag respect you--fast.

A real fag learns that constant pain is always going to be a component
of its miserable cocksucking life.

Masters, remember it's always a good thing if a fag generally gets
beat up or smacked around or spanked till it cries, when it enters
your presence, all just for the privilege of pleasing your cock.

It's also just a reminder to the fag of who's boss.

Of course, you also do it for laughs.

PLUS because you just fucking CAN!

All fags must accept that pain is always going to be a component of
their miserable submissive lives even if their Master is just fucking
their mouths so hard it hurts bruising the backs of their throats,
cracking their jaws further open, or busting their cocksucker lips
with hard thrusts, or ramming it home deep in their fag pussyholes on
the first jab so they yell out. Just HEARING a well-fucked fag scream
is its own reward.

Even afterwards I like to remind them that as fags their stupid lives
are pain, fucking, paying tribute, and MORE pain by kicking their
nuts, or whipping their little dicks till they lose the leaky erection
they have and crawl off into the corner crying and whimpering.

Thing is, it's sooooo fucking funny when fags VOLUNTARILY crawl back
between my legs for MORE!

Most fags eventually learn to accept this, and I have found through an
almost scientific process that fags learn it quicker when they are
trained with some regular brainwashing like FagRadio.

Sometimes, like this particular fag I was breaking in, for days, weeks
or months, they listen over and over again to the mantras of me and my
straight friends telling them that their only purpose and desire in
life is to serve the cocks of straight men. That the pain, humiliation
and degradation they feel is natural, normal, constant. A part of
their training. A part of their life.

As they suck cock, or dream about sucking cock, or fantasize about it,
that pain is from now on always going to be a part of it, because that
is the only way they are going to grow as obedient and submissive
cocksuckers, by suffering more and more just for the amusement of
dominant straight men.

Pain is just a sign for a fag that it truly IS submitting more and
more. Serving more. Paying more. Submitting till it fucking HURTS.

Fags learn this faster when I give them the recording to listen to.

Even other Masters have written to tell me how quick the recording
helps mold the minds and mouths of their cock-craving faggots. How
their faggots get used to the idea of pain as part of their lives, and
WANTING it. In order to please their Masters.

For example this one faggot I'd just fucked, he wasn't always like
that. Married. Middle-class. White bread. Cuckolded. Useless.

But now. Well, thanks to lots of brain-training and mind-molding, it
was total, pliable faggot putty around my cock stuck all the way to
the balls he was enthusiastically crying in pain and groaning in
ecstasy simultaneously all in his all-out effort to please ME, his
Master.

I'd turned its mind to faggot oatmeal so that every brain cell and
ever cent it owned had become what it was supposed to be: dedicated to
serving me and my happiness.

Hell,the faghole even had the earplugs in, listening to my recorded
words pounding away at his brain, while I pounded away at his
ass!!!!!!!!  (I highly recommend this combination when you train your
faggots, fellow Masters.)

First the fag paid me money for the recording.

Then I told him he had to listen to it all night, playing it with his
mp3 player on REPEAT while he slept. This way it crept into his
subconscious. Infiltrated its faggot dreams. I told him to report in
after a few days and tell me what was happening.

FagRadio works like those guided meditation recordings. Most of 'em
are sounds of oceans waves and meditations for relaxation. But
FagRadio is a recording pounding into your head, washing your brain
into realizing you're nothing but a cocksucker for real men to use,
guiding a cocksucker's mind to more and more cock...deeper and deeper
submission....

The little loser faggot sniffled a little bit, realizing he wasn't
going to get any more cock until he did EXACTLY what I told him.

First he started sending me email reports by the very next day:


"Dear Master Cameron,
I'm sorry I didn't listen to the FagRadio the way you told me to. I'm
sorry I  didn't listen to it while sucking on something. Like a dildo.
or a banana. or my own toes. or a real  man's cock like I know i
should. To be frank, it scared me some. The sounds  were telling me
every filthy disgusting thing I ever thought and felt and needed. And
to have it repeated to  me out loud, in my head, in both my  ears and
my brain....well, it is something that isn't easy for a new fag slut
to  take. I promise I will listen to it, and I will listen to it
gradually, and listen to it regularly,and then listen to it with more
and more frequency until it  is drilled into my head, because i know
now it is just what this stupid fag needs. To be honest, just
listening to the first few minutes of it made me want to run out into
the street and BEG (BEG!) to suck the cock of the first man I met.
Honestly, I didn't care if it was the cock of a wino, or a cop or some
little gangsta kid, I just knew deep down that I NEEDED some cock in
my mouth!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I confess that if just a little listening did that, then i was afraid
of what i would be forcing my own self to do if i heard it all,
aborbed it all, what I would do or what i would become, even if it was
really what I always wanted. you speak true. Your words seem to echo
what i've always always always heard from my little fag soul. It sort
of scares me to hear my own sick fag fantasies being put into words
and having them run through my head but it was exactly what I had
always thought and knew and told myself deepdown.  I got all hard just
imagining putting on those earplugs while sucking on the cock of a
REAL master. A real master training me that way. Me, a lowly fag,
serving a REAL man while listening to all that training. Or being tied
up and spanked or whipped or tit tortured or ball-tortured while
having to listen to the recording telling me it was okay, and that i
really wanted to do that to entertain my master and to always please
like the way you do the fags you write about.  Even though I  know it
is exactly what i wanted and it is exactly what will help me get there
 it is sometimes difficult realizing fag dreams, to know that that is
my destiny. Or even having a Master lock me naked in a closet all
weekend and ordering me to put the recording on an endless loop so
that that is all i hear over and over and over and over and over and
it is ingrained in my fag head. Just the thought of it gets me hard
and scared and hard some more.  From now on i will always listen to
FagRadio with some kind of cockshaped dildo or buttplug in my mouth,
and I'm sorry for not having done it the first time because now i know
how much i crave it. As part of my punishment for not having followed
you instructions to the letter I am sending you all the money that I
have been able to find in the house at the moment.
I'm sorry!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"


Fags are always apologizing for something, and really, that's the way
you want'em to be, always eager and guilty to make up for their
natural inferiority.  Even GRATEFULfor the opportunity to say it's
sorry.

The next day's fagmail was:


"Sir, I did like you told me. I bought a small buttplug which I
strapped into my cocksucker mouth. I put the recording on repeat and
listened to it over and over last night as i lay naked in bed.  I
could barely get to sleep I was so overawed by it. In fact, I just
stayed awake half the night just listening, listening to it over and
over, and hearing new stuff each time, and feeling myself getting more
and more involved with the words and all it was saying, about how I
was a total cocksucker, and that I would always be one and that it
really was my purpose in life and that I could always strive to be
more dedicated to serving superior men. It felt like an insult, it
felt like it hurt to hear,but then it felt like a GOOD kind of hurt,
and felt like a healing kind of hurt, and i wanted to hear more and
more, and WANTED to be hurt more and more. In a way it felt like a
relief to finally hear the words i had heard so often in my head, a
relief finally like ripping a bandage off a wound, and even the words
that i knew other guys were actually thinking about me or whispering
about me behind my fag back...but to actually have them SAID to me,
SPOKEN out loud, god, it was such a relief, a relief and even a
turn-on! I can't even remember if I slept at all, it was just sooooo
captivating. But there were so many phrases, so many sayings that rang
true. Sir, it was like a religious revelation to me to hear so much of
this the way you instruct me. I promise I will continue to do it in
order that I can be a better faggot and you'll permit me to taste your
cock again!!"


Obviously the fag was already enthralled. It wanted more. It needed
more. Just like the training was telling it. (Also, for brain-washing
a faggot, sleep deprivation can be very helpful to break down its
defenses.)

The next day, the faggot-in-training sent me fifty bucks and wrote me:


"Sir, I shall continue to follow your instructions and last night on
going to bed I listened once again to your training recording and it
seemed to me slightly different this time. It was sort of like, well,
you know how you can stare at clouds and can sometimes see different
formations in clouds the more you look at them. Well it was like that.
It was like the recording was NEW to me, like my subconscious had
processed what I heard the previous night in the daytime and now it
was hearing the recording with fresher ears, and absorbing more
details.  I even found myself getting erections in the middle of the
day for what seemed like no reason at all but then I realized I was
recalling snippets of the recording that was streaming through my head
the previous night, the arrogant tone of your voice, it seemed to be
eroding my resistance, reminding me what a stupid faggot I am, and how
my true fulfillment is in serving other men, and in being more and
more submissive."


Next:

"I've been having dreams, sir. First it was dreams about sucking YOUR
cock, or your telling me to get on my knees and serve you. Now all I'm
seeing in my dreams is, well, cock. All different kinds of cocks.
Cocks just stuck in my face all night long. Cocks thrusting down my
throat. Some cocks just perpetually out of reach my lips that WANT to
suck them. Now its like I have portions of the recording MEMORIZED and
it's like some things happen during my day at work and I remember you
voice reminding me I'm just a cocksucker and how little I truly
deserve and it triggers this extreme horniness and submissiveness in
me, releases it, and I find myself dreaming about sucking off guys I
meet in the elevator because you tell me its okay and it's really kind
of a relief to know its all natural and good and what I'm SUPPOSeD to
do."


So my recording was already bringing out the natural cocksucking
faggot him in. I let him stew longer, knowing now he was addicted to
the recording. Couldn't go to sleep without it now.

By now I was even getting messages in my voicemail from the cock-starving fag:



"Please sir, I've been listening to your recording regularly. Just
like you ordered me to. Even during the daytime, it's like I'm
starting to hear your voice in my head, and I've memorized your words
like some kind of holy scripture. It's like I hear you laughing at me
while I crawl at your feet and it seems like I can hear all the guys
at work laughing at me secretly, talking about what a loser cocksucker
I am. I really need to...I really need..."



After that he sort of broke down into babbling about his cocksucking
fantasies. But he ended up saying he would keep listening.

Like a good fag, he was always paying his fag tax every week when he
contacted me. And he kept increasing the contact. Hoping to get my
attention. Or maybe the FagRadio was working its subliminal magic.

The fag wrote me dutifully:


"Sir, I mean, Superior Sir, I was just listening to the recording
after supper tonight. You know, I even felt kind of guilty that I had
eaten supper without having tasted some guy's cum first....It's almost
like I'm not hungry for anything now but cock. I realize now
everything you say in the recording is true. It's not just that I'm a
cocksucker, it's that I really NEED to suck cock in order to live.
It's like it's more important to me than food. Not only are my dreams
getting stronger, but my daydreams are getting stronger and more
vivid, more disgusting and perverted, and it's weird but i'm even kind
of proud of it."

And later:

"Sir, even just to hear your voice is an honor, and reminds me that I
really AM a cocksucker. I realise that now. That's what I was meant to
be. I would be SOO honored to serve your cock, or the cock of a guy
like you..."

And more, long rambling confused tortured messages in my voice mail
like he was really about to crack with cocksucker desperation:

"I-I think I'm starting to lose it sir. It's strange, the more I
listen to the recording, I mean, FagRadio, the more I want to listen
to it more and more. so I've started playing it in my car when I drive
to work, and it's got me thinking about all the straight guys in the
other cars, and the other day I stopped off at a welcome station
bathroom, and, well, I can't believe I did it, it was so, so
degrading, but I sucked off the smelly dick of some trucker in one of
the stalls. I-I felt so ashamed afterwards, but, well, in a way,
PROUD. And when I listened to your recording again, I somehow knew
that it was the right thing to do, the natural thing to do, me sucking
off guys like that, I felt better and better about doing it, and that
maybe I even LIKED being degraded like that, and that maybe I should
do it again..."

Every faggot who writes me knows that their email receive absolutely
no attention from me unless it includes some kind of cash or gift
tribute. So everytime he called or wrote the fag-in-training always
sent me money, just for the honor of contact with my superiority.

The brainwashed fag was leaving messages in my voicemail daily,
hourly, sometimes:

"God, sir, I really AM feeling more and more like a hole. Just like
you say  on the recording. I really MuST be a hole. I mean, really,
it's like when I'm around straight men, at the office, all I can think
about is being on my knees. All I can think about is being between my
legs. It's kind of scarey cause I know if I really did it, it would
ruin my chances at work. I know I would become known as a faggot. The
straight guys would laugh at me for being a cocksucker. I really  NEED
to suck your cock soon, PLEASE...!!!! [and here I especially liked
that there seemed to be almost desperate tears or sobs in his voice]
please, I really neeeeed to serve you!!!!!!!"


Next message:

"Sir, after listening to your recording so many times I've just
started feeling like such a useless little stupid cocksucker that I
can't seem to even get my little dick hard anymore, unless I imagine
I'm sucking and serving a real man with a cock in my mouth or in my
ass, please sir, without you around I'm starting to fixate on one of
my co-workers who is kind of a jock and i notice that he has caught me
staring at his crotch, but I can't help but stare at it, and i think
he even smirked and adjusted himself when he caught me drooling, and
lately it's like I don't even CARE if he sees me drooling over the
bulge of his crotch, he's just so superior to me, and i feel like suck
a faggot worm around him I would do anything for him, and i know if i
get caught as a cocksucker it will ruin my chances of promotion at
work,but its almost as if i'm so cock-hungry now, I don't care, and
that I'm starting to know deep down that i'm meant to be doing
something else, like cocksucking is really my...well, my career, my
vocation, or something. Today at lunch all i did was suck on a hotdog
while i listened to your recording on the mp3 player and i know the
other guys in the breakroom were laughing their asses off at the way i
did it, but now i was just happier and happier that i was making these
superior men laugh,  so please sir, i'm sending you another fifty
dollars to your paypal account so that you will consider the
possibility of at least allowing me to kiss your cock while i'm
serving you naked. If you will just let me clean up your house naked
or something, please, or even do me the honor of slapping my stupid
fag face, or let me smear my face in your cumsoaked shorts, I would be
soooo honored...."

More fag reports:

"In a way, sir, thanks to listening to the recording,  I feel like I'm
 already NAKED in front of the men I work with. Already a naked fag. A
naked useless fag. At least it feels like the superior men can already
see right through me. Like they can read my every perverted thought.
And every man I see on the street. Now I automatically think about
what their cocks must look like. I think about myself sucking and
serving about every man I meet. Your words just keep ringing in my
head at every step i turn. It's like I begin seeing  them first and
foremost as walking superior cocks to serve and obey. Your words, your
phrases your commands, damn, it's like all I think about now, and I
keep wanting to listen more and more and I keep wanting to DO more and
more. It makes me sick and scared and proud and eager and horny all at
the same time! Oh sir, I'm sooooo confused, won't you please allow me
some relief by worshipping you sometime in person, please? please??"


And:

"Superior Sir, this lowly cumslurping cocksucker has even been finding
ways to listen to your recording more and more constantly. Now I
listen to it in my car whenever I am driving anywhere alone. Now I
also play it at work whenever I can get away with it. I play it during
lunchtime, or when I'm at the gym and it makes me just feel like a
true cocksucker when I'm in the lockerroom and want to get down on my
knees. I listen to it at my desk whenever I can do it."



As a Master who can have a dozen replaceable cocksuckers, you can
afford to take your time enjoying the breakdown of a fag's civilized
exterior.

Here's a cool thing for you Masters to do:

Let your fag know what an easily replaceable hole it is.
.
This makes the fag work all the harder to please you.

Introduce a little bit of rivalry and competition into their cocksucking.

Let your cocksucker know that you have a cocksucker available to you
for every day of the week. Morning, noon  and night, if you want 'em.
Let him know that the Friday or the Saturday Night Cocksucker is,
like, the "Cocksucker Place of Honor", or some shit like that. That
way, your regular Monday Night Cocksucker will consider it an honor if
you start upgrading its rank to, say, Thursday Night Cocksucker.

You can always say something to the fag like, "If you keep sucking my
cock this good, you might get to replace my regular Saturday Night
Cocksucker." This usually gets
em all gooey. Then pat it on the head as it kisses your cock goodbye
for another week. This always keeps them trying.

And of course your real Saturday Night Cocksucker should always feel
insecure that it is going to lose its coveted position. If it does a
so-so job, you can always threaten to demote it to Wednesday Night
Cocksucker.  In fact, you SHOULD occasionally demote it--so that it
will try harder to please you in order to get back into the
most-favored position. Constant insecurity is a great way to control a
faggot's mind. Always keep it guessing. Always keep it on its toes (or
knees, as the case may be).



By now my fag-in-training was becoming a complete and total fag. The
recording was carving it a new brain, transforming its life totally.
Slowly, it was leaving the fag no space to think for itself. The fag
was now reporting in after weeks of listening to his training
recording:


"Sir, this faghole is sending its usual fifty dollar tribute, and
after listening to your recording night after night. Now it's even
when I can sneak a chance while I'm working at my desk during the day,
i was so hypnotized by it that i  was just staring blankly at my
computer screen, imagining serving you, your friends, my fellow
straight workers or any straight man that i totally blanked out in
that sort of faggot bliss that you talk about and didn't even realize
that i was working alone in the office two hours late. Then Joe the
custodian came in and interrupted me while  i was in the middle of
tweaking both of my nipples underneath my shirt, and sucking on the
buttplug in my mouth.  I was so tuned into the recording of you
telling me what a worthless faggot cocksucker I was that I don't know
how long he had been standing there, watching me rubbing myself, my
nipples, my crotch, licking my lips, sucking on the buttplug shaped
like a cockhead. I don't know, but he was standing there with a big
lewd smile on his face. Joe is an older man, but you can tell tell
he's got a lean muscular black body beneath that custodian's uniform,
and of course my cockhungry faggot eyes went to the snake-like
formation that went down one thigh of his pants. I could see it sort
of wobble and throb there. He laughed at me and called me a little
cocksucking faggot whiteboy and you know, after listening to so much
of the recording, it actually sounded like a compliment and it was
even a relief to hear a real man with a real cock saying it right to
my face.  Joe made me strip down and suck his cock until he came. He
had a really long black cock and he totally used my fagface, and he
barely rested before he decided to use my fag ass and fucked me hard
doggie style. I don't know now if it was wrong or right to serve
another man besides you but I was just so horny I had to, and i think
maybe i'm breaking through and learning to be the slut you know i'm
supposed to be by serving any superior cock of any superior man. well
anyway Joe said he sensed i was a cocksucker and that he'd even heard
talk among the guys at the office that i probably was, so now Joe says
that since I'm such a good cocksucker he wanted me to stay late after
work every day so that he could use my mouth and ass and he would use
it good. he always had lots of cum, he said. he said he'd be my big
dicked black daddy and i would be his personal cocksucker pussyboy and
other dirty stuff.  he said he even had some friends that might want
to come in after-hours and use me.  Sir, it seemed strange but i was
not scared at all by this but actually WELCOMED and RELISHED the idea
of it, of Joe's big black cock using me regularly and some more of his
black friends sitting around and laughing at me using me for a
pussyboy. It's strange to say, but it  seems to be the fulfillment of
a dream, and when I'm serving them, it's like I'm hearing the voice
from the recording ALWAYS playing in my head now!!!!  I can't tell you
how many gallons of black guy's cum this fag swallowed in the last
week!"


Finally after weeks of making him listen to FagRadio, I hauled off and
went over to his house one weekend where he instantly stripped naked,
got down on all fours and wagged his butt in the air, and I fucked the
everliving shit out of him. Used every hole a dozen times. Pumped him
till he puked my cum. You never saw such a happy faggot.

Even when I spunked off in his suctioning ass I made the screwed fag
lay there impaled on my fuckstick, soaking my bloated cock in his ass
while I kicked back, lit a cigar and read some of my comic book
collections that the fags send me from amazon.

Sure the fag squirmed a little, like it needed more cock, but I
ignored it just treating his asshole like it was a snug cumrag
grasping tight around my fuckmeat, sponging up my jizz with its
well-fucked guts.

The fag hadn't been allowed to cum in about two months. Even when he
was being fucked by the entire custodial staff at his job, I had
instructed him he was not allowed to cum. Nobody was interested in the
minor pleasures of a little fag anyway. So it was leaking pre-cum, but
it knew to lap  it up as soon as some of it puddled up around my
pubes.

Once you fuck a little fag like that you find his head makes a great
prop for a book or your laptop computer, and his back makes a great
prop for your ashtray, or a good place to put your beer.  Its ass was
almost purring with well-fucked contentment, or the sort of pleasure a
fag like it gets from serving a true mancock. I just let him squirm
there, with his earplugs playing the recording at full blast so it
could hear and think of nothing else while I snapped the clothespin on
its tits and felt how it's fag-ass clasped around my cock every time I
did it.

I might even make him my Wednesday Night Cocksucker.


Idiot fags get that way like that after awhile. Just sort of babbling
their cock-crazed desires. That's exactly how you want'em. Slobbering
holes, mouths, asses and wallets always open to serve you.

In training fags, I've discovered a little pain does a lot of good.

Fags eventually understand this too, and they learn to accept the pain
as part of their training. In fact they start to crave it. They begin
to understand that some measure of pain is just a way to take them one
step lower in the submission that they want. After they get this, they
start to ask for it.

Like when I was over at the fraternity house where I had the fag
lawyer down naked on his knees, wearing his dog collar and happily
sucking on my toes. I had the computer the lawyer fag had bought me
and was accessing my geekfag roommate's email, looking for personal
stuff so I'd find new ways to slowly torture him and break him in to
submission.


The lawyerfag asked for permission to speak while he still had my big
toe in his mouth:  "Thpeaking of worship, thir."

"Yeah?" I smeared my foot in its face and the fag knew instantly to
start licking for its life.

"I was wondering-- if you might consider--the idea making what's going
on here a sort of, well--official church."

"Hmm." His pulsing pre-cum puddling cocklet amused me. "What would
good would making a church for Superior Men do me?"

"Well, sir, it would give you all sorts of protection from any sort of
government interference because everything you do here would be
considered part of a religious ritual protected by the Constitution."

"Oh--that."

"Lots of tax dodges. Plus your fags would be even more dedicated if
they considered cockworship as a real sort of religious dedication. It
would start a movement. it wouldn't just be a fraternity house. It
could be houses of cockworship that could spread all over the world.
Fags would be paying tribute from everywhere to promote the cause.
Besides you're already kind of like a god to all the fags who worship
you around here."

"Hm. True."

It's true. My dream is that the natural inferiority of faggots and the
superiority of straight men one day be openly recognized as a natural
thing. Straights would basically use fags as their natural-born
slaves, and a church spreading the gospel of cockworship might be a
good way to start. Many societies had religions of cockworship,
fertility gods, giant statues of giant hard cocks....Hmmm.

Maybe it WAS time to bring true Cock-Worshipping back into style again.

I said, "Hmm, not a bad idea faggot. I like that you're using your
talents to always think of ways to serve me and my friends better.
Just for that I'm going to give you a special treat.

"Oh sir. Thank you sir." And it kissed my toes gratefully.

"I'm going to beat your faggot ass with my belt. Now bend over."

And the faggot did, saying through gritted teeth, "Oh thank you, sir!
Thank you for giving me a special treat! Oh! God! What-a SPECIAL Oh!
Treat!"

LOL! Obediently. Gratefully. Fucking GLAD to take ten lashes of my
belt as if getting its fag ass beat by me were the greatest honor in
the world!

Sure the naked fag cried and hollered, but his little faggot dick
actually spewed wads of fagjuice it was soooo turned on by the pain.



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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 or
the Wednesday night cocksucker) 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.


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Any fag$ that wanna $how 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.

BTW, THE FRATHOUSE WANTS A NICE NEW FLAT SCREEN HDTV TO WATCH PORN AND
SOME OF ITS OWN VIDEOS IT MAKES OF ITS COCKSUCKERS.  SO SOME GENEROUS
FAGGOT CAN PLEASE A LOT OF FRATJOCKS AT ONCE BY GOING TO AMAZON,
LOOKING UP MY WISHLIST AND BUYING US THAT NEW TV SCREEN WE WANT.

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