Date: Sun, 9 Sep 2012 13:51:51 -0500
From: CAMERON BROCK III <cameronbrock3@gmail.com>
Subject: IF HE HOLLER$ MAKE HIM PAY PART 17

IF HE HOLLER$ MAKE HIM PAY.   PART 17


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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For my on-going research project, I just GOTTA note here an
interesting  "incident" of the new semester.

I got called into Dean Deere's office. You know the officious little
fag prick who got all prissy and sanctimonious about me having a
frathouse for jocks to turn fags into slaves.   [see Part 11 of this
series]  I noticed he locked the door to his office and fidgeted
behind his big oak desk. Licked his pursed dry lips all the time but
that didn't keep those lips from looking like a palpating fag's anus.

Poor stupid closet fag. He'd prolly been fantasizing about the
goings-on of my fraternity experiment all summer. Imagining himself
finally being able to act out his personal fantasies of degradation in
front of a real man. No doubt he'd heard all the anecdotes, all the
gossip. He'd probably seen some of our pictures that made it out to
the internet. I'm sure he jacked his dick to them in his home while he
still jealously acted disapproving in his typical high-handed manner.

"Mr. Brock, I hope this new semester in school is starting off well
for you" he started to say, "I was wondering if I could ask a favor of
you."

Sometimes when a person in a supervisory position claims to want to
ask a 'favor' of you, it's usually just a chickenshit way of trying to
boss you around.

A favor? After all his disapproval and hypocritcal morality shit he
was giving me last year?

(Sigh). There really is nothing more sorry than a jealous fag who is
afraid to admit his own desires. His cock-hunger, his spitefulness and
tortured logic just come out in so many twisted forms.


I'd known someone like like Fag Deere before. A self-righteous little
twerp who strongly expressed to me his disapproval of that fact that
my fags offered up cash and gifts from my amazon wishlist as a tribute
to my true male superiority.
    Said twerp couldn't provided any real logical reasons.
    He just sputtered it was wrong. Just wrong.
   Then one month the same self-righteous twerp came groveling to me
for a loan because he had trouble paying his electric bill that month.
   The reader might expect this to be some dramatic example of
charitable turn-the-other-cheek generosity on my part.
    But no. Such bullshit deserves to be called out. I flat-out
refused the tight-ass closet-case saying,
    "Surely you don't want any part of what you clearly disdain as
ill-gotten goods.I wouldn't want to taint your...precious INTEGRITY
with proceeds from activities which you have so clearly despised. That
would be...wrong. Just wrong."


And so I didn't even care what the "favor" was that Dean Deere wanted.

I stretched out in the chair so he could stare at the bulge of my
crotch and told him, "No, but I WILL let you hand me that rather large
folder with my name on it that you have at your elbow."

Fag Deere looked like I'd just swatted him but he quickly offered the
folder up to me.

I sat quietly reading the folder with my name on it, while he sat like
a scolded child waiting to be meted out his punishment.
   It was juicy stuff. More gossip, denunciations from other jealous
and sexually frustrated entities. It was mostly true, but the parts
that weren't true gave me some excellent ideas for further activities.
Sometimes the filthy imaginings of the envious are far filthier than
anything I could concoct.

I looked up unexpectedly from the folder and looked him in his buggy
eyes and said, "How small is your penis, Fag Deere?"

The buggy eyes got buggier. His scrawny throat gulped. Hands fidgeted
like little pale moths.

"I don't--"

"Just answer the question and be quick about it."

"Five..." he gulped and looked between his knees. "five inches."

I snorted. "And do you have a dildo? Don't lie to me because I can tell."

"No, sir, I don't have a....I don't have one."

"I didn't think so. And what does a little fag like you do when you
need to sexually satisfy yourself. It's okay, if you tell the truth
you'll start to feel better."

"Sometimes, sometimes I use my finger, um, fingers, and and sometimes
I use a pencil."

(I couldn't resist a smirk picturing the fag rolling around naked in
his apartment, his pale scrawny butt in the air with a yellow No.2
pencil wiggling around in his little puckered sphincter, while he
jacked his puny dick, probably trying to catch the dribbles of his own
goo on his tongue so he wouldn't stain his nice hardwood floors.)

"Those are all good things for a faggot to start to play with his
fuckhole while he imagines something better up his ass and jack off
his... five inch penis, did you say? But you know you will feel better
if someday in your sad pathetic frustrated fag life if you get an
actual real man's cock in you, and you can start doing that by going
to that adult toy store out by the airport and buying yourself a
series of variously sized dildos and buttplugs to use every evening
and, (why not?) even during the day when you're around the office
here, but just get alot of them from almost pencil size to something
about the size of an arm, something you can one day aspire to, not the
size of YOUR arm, but rather about the size of MY arm, or my cock, and
you can really feel inspired to want to gradually have them up your
butt and eventually, you know, you will find yourself turned into a
pussy, a pussy that wants to serve, even craves to serve. You will
have to invest some time, money and effort to become a real pussyboy,
but i know that even at your age you can manage to achieve it, after
all you've been walking around acting like you've had a big stick up
your ass for most of your life anyway."

Deere was just sort of transfixed by my blitzkrieg instructions,
possibly a tiny erection in his pants, and just a little drool out of
the corner of his mouth.

I went on,
   "So yeah, go out and buy all those dildos and buttplugs and things
like I told you from the adult toy store. Ask for Dave and tell him I
sent you and he can even recommend an appropriate lubricant for a
tight-ass like your. And when you get them home put them all in a box
and write on it something like "My Fag Toys", and starting this
evening I want you to lube up that little pussyhole of yours and start
sittin' on them dildos.Yeah, you know, it's really quite alright if
you start thinking of it as your little pussyhole. Because that's what
it is. It's your little pussyhole. Yeah. Every night. Lots and lots of
dildo sittin'. Get so you even go to sleep with'em up your buttpussy.
Get so you can't even get to sleep unless you've got a big fat dildo
plugged up your ass. No more pencils or fingers for you, boy. You're
gonna train yourself more and more on those dildos everynight when you
go home put some bigger and bigger dildos up your tight little
poot-hole while you're getting drunk on your nightly six-pack of cheap
beer. I guess you can jack your weenie, but I really don't want you to
cum any more, that way you can concentrate more and more of your
energies on making yourself into a juicy pussyhole. You can do that,
can't you?  I mean, finally, you'll actually make yourself into
something useful. Now I might be inspecting you or I might get one of
my buds to check in on you, and, believe you me, we are going to be
keeping a file on your activities and we're going to be monitoring
your progress, a file, "  I patted the folder with my name on it,
"Just like this one. So make sure you do exactly like I tell you and
who knows, one day, one day you might just graduate to the real thing.
You might become a real fag fuckboy. Somebody who's actually USEFUL to
real men. So, Fag Deere, I know you've probably got a lot to think
about today, and things to plan on when you get home, and I trust
we'll be having many more productive conversations like this. But--"

I gathered the folder and stood up, seeing Deere's widening eyes
rivetted to my crotch.

"But from now on. The next time we talk, I don't think it's suitable
for a person of my stature to be "called" to your office.  You can
certainly feel free to arrange an appointment to come see me if you
think you have anything to discuss concerning your future education as
a pussyboy. Who knows? You might discover you have plenty of
revelations as you finally permit yourself to explore some of your
deepest desires. Have a good night, tonight."
    And as I walked out, I couldn't be sure, but I think possibly I
heard that tiniest little raspy faggoty whisper of a "Thank you
sir...."

(Ok, ok, I had no idea the fag would fold so easily! Or did I? Really,
a proud straight guy like me just eventually gets a sense about these
things, about how far he can go in pushing a faggot pussyboy
cocksucker around if he just takes the initiative and doesn't give the
unsuspecting faggot a chance to put up his standard defenses. I'm even
going to have Fag Deere listening to FagRadio as one of his "homework
assignments".  Shit, I don't even know what the favor was Fag Deere
was going to ask me. But I know what it will be the next time he sees
me. Ha ha!)



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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 Dean Deere.