Date: Tue, 20 Sep 2011 14:20:05 -0500
From: CAMERON BROCK III <cameronbrock3@gmail.com>
Subject: IF HE HOLLER$ MAKE HIM PAY PART 4 GAY AUTHORITARIAN

IF HE HOLLERS MAKE HIM PAY  PART 4.

by Cameron Brock III


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 read it if you can't stand the truth about adults.


You should laugh at fags--often.

They secretly love it.

Fags secretly love it when you laugh at them even though they might
act all fussy and indignant.

Even though they get all fussy and indignant they know their REAL
place is down on their knees sucking cock. Sucking YOUR cock. Sucking
ANY cock.

That's their place.

Even though some fags may act proud and stuck-up, what you and I both
know is that secretly the fag wants to be down on his knees obeying
your orders, pleasing you in some way, in general making sure you have
a good time, which means in particuar sucking your cock when, where
and how you want it.

That's their place. That's where they belong.

And deep down in its cocksucking soul the true fag knows this too.

Sometimes when me and a fag I don't even know (though I can TELL he's
a one of those ashamed fags desperately trying to hide his fagginess),
get into an elevator together, I'll turn to the fag and say
point-blank,

"I'll bet you wish you were sucking on my cock right now instead of
going to work at your stupid shit-job."

Then I'll laugh at him and get off the elevator.

I leave him with his stupid fag mouth gaping open in astonishment and
utter embarassment that I could tell he was a fag and he needed a cock
fit into that mouth of his. The stupid fag would be all worried that I
had known what he was thinking, like did he have the word FAG written
on his forehead or something [and YES, I think all FAGS SHOULD tattoo
it on their foreheads].

Yeah, you bet that's all the cock-crazy cuntboy thought about for the
next month! ME, the cock of his dreams, reminding him he needed to
suck my cock. Whenever the fag dweeb got home and got out his secret
little box of fagtoys and vibrators and dildos and jacked his fag
weenie, he'd be thinking of ME in the elevator telling him what an
obvious fag he was.

Or I might snicker in the gym lockerroom when I notice a fag sneaking
a peek at my cock, "Bet you wish you could even get CLOSE to a real
man's cock, faggot." Then saunter out.

And the poor stupid fag'd be dreaming about me bitch-slapping him
around for months!

Or sometimes I might just go up to a fag on the street (Fags are
REALLY soooo easy to recognize if you just let yourself see 'em) and
say something to the fag like,

"It must be difficult to be an uptight fag like you and not have any
REAL cock to suck."

And just leave the fag standing there while I laugh and walk away.

You can just bet that fag is getting on the internet tonight, eager as
hell to put any desperate ad or accepting the first offer he gets to
suck some dick, ANY dick he can get to gobble into his mouth.  Even
PAYING to suck any straight man's cock!

Or he's headed towards the adult bookshop tonight to suck as many
dicks as he possibly can in one night, ANYTHING just to get that
constant craving out of his system at least temporarily.

At the fraternity where I'm at we just started up Fag Night.

We put several naked fags down in the basement, and they have to stand
in front of us young frat boys while we kick back in our recliners and
we throw stuff at them. We have spitting contests. Eggs. Target
practice with paint ball guns. Spitting contests. Flipping them with
rubber bands. Dodge ball.

And of course the fags who are privileged to receive this sort of
treatment from the fraternity have to pay their membership dues of $50
for the evening.

All the fags thank me for it because they love to get treated this
way. They talk about how it's a relief after a long day of trying to
act respectable just to get naked and act all faggy while we laugh at
them.

I've had fratboys come up and say they've never had so much fun
because they've always hated fags and never realized they could spend
some time just ventilating their hostilities on a buncha naked and
eager cocksuckers.

So, yeah: laugh at fags. They fucking deserve it.


Get a load of some of the stuff some fags write me:



"Shit, you are sooooooo hot!  I'm a FAGGOT in Minneapols, where are you
located?  If I give you many examples of how to abuse a faggot (which
I am), will you give me a discount?  Please do not be nice, please be
mean to me and call me a faggot> cause that's what I am!!!! Oh, fuck,
how I would> love to licke your feet and suck your dick and slurp your
asshole!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

[Of course I never respond unless I see any immediate offers of
monetary tribute to my manliness. Still, the fags keep writing:]


"dude, u got some pretty fuckin serious and dead on insight into how a
mind like mine works, is cared for and fed ... Army Major here in
Maryland and loving your stories"


"Sir,
thank You for writing such great entries on nifty.org.  You clearly
know what a faggot's place in life is and how to use a faggot.  Your
words ring so true.
i would like to buy Your fagradio file.  is it on a physical CD-ROM,
or do You email it as a digital file?  let me know and i will send You
a paypal payment for it.  i need the kind of regular training and
enhanced degradation it will provide.  if it's a physical CD-ROM, i
can email You my address. thank You, Sir."


"Hi Master
Your cocksuker sissy slave is again fucking a newspapersroll and
thinking of Yuo Master
Your stories are so good Master
now your slave has a big dildo in your slaves big ass Master and your
slave is fucking the roll Master
Your total obedient and serving fag cocksucker"

"Sir,
i just read Your last installment, about how fags shouldn't cum and
how You control Your slaves by interfering or denying their pathetic
orgasms.  i agree totally.  i find that the longer it is between
orgasms, the more subservient i am.  and then when i do cum, it takes
forever because i am so ashamed of my fag cock, and the orgasms are
actually very weak and non-pleasurable.  i guess it will always be
that way.
i would like to buy the fagradio file when it's available for public
sale.  please let me know when that is.
thank You, Sir, for all You do"

"Dear Master Cameron,
This humble faggot loves to be humiliated by being treated like a
puppy, and it thinks that Your CD would benefit greatly from you
incorporating that into it. Force the fag bois of the world to bark as
they listen to Your CD driving down the road, or when the lil bitches
are home talk about how they should be naked and on all fours like the
dogs we are."

"Sir I envy the fags you have there sir. I would do whatever you told
me no matter what it was. I would lick you ass and balls and feet and
drool at the thought of the grateful gift of even being able to look
at a superior males dick. Sir I would wear your load on my face
proudly cause I know I am the lowest of creatures and I don't even
deserve to even lick the dirt off your feet. Sir as I right this I am
drooling at the thought of other fags serving you and having the
privilege to be used by you personally. Thank you sir for showing me
even more my place in life."


Some fags get a clue and pay tribute the way they should:

"hello sir,i have sent $50 fagtax plus $5 small cock tax,this reminds
me of what i am a little dick faggot sir only good enough to serve
real men,as i send it i am naked,on my hands and knees in respect to
you sir,i have put my little clit in a chastity device as you said
that fags should not be allowed to cum sir.thank you for accepting the
fagtax sir."



But ya still gotta laugh at 'em! Faggots are just soooo fuckin' funny!



In Junior High whenever we guys talked about getting our dicks sucked
we talked about girls, how it was always kind of tricky getting a girl
to suck our dicks.

But getting our dicks sucked was what we most wanted in the whole wide world.

That's, like, the fucking ULTIMATE for a fourteen year old: getting
his constantly rock-hard dick sucked.

Eventually, when we talked about getting our cocks sucked, we
mentioned fags. It was known that fags sucked cock all the time.
Sucking cocks is what fags do.

It was known that there was a fag in a certain apartment in a certain
part of town and it was rumored he had a gloryhole in his foyer
doorway made of plywood where all you had to do was go and stick your
dick in and get it sucked off.

Nobody ever really admitted to going there to get their dick sucked
off, but everybody talked about it all the time.

Now that I remember it, that gloryhole fag was probably the happiest
most cum-filled fag in the city, fulfilling his dream, his destiny.

So when we started talking about getting our hard young cocks sucked,
we laughed about fags, how eager they were a young guy's cock, and the
conversation might go something like:

"You could always go downtown and feed your cum to that fag at his
suckhole. I hear he pays you money if you're a teenager with a dick.
That's you, idn't it?"

"Gross. I wouldn't even let a fag touch me."

"I don't even like the idea of some fag LOOKING at me thinking all the
things he's prolly thinking about me."

"They're just gross. No matter how much he begged. Well maybe if he
paid me fifty bucks. Maybe if he bought me some porn showing sluts
with big titties."

"My dad said they had one fag in his platoon in the army, and they
kept him under the bed by their footlocker and they'd all feed him
their cum. He said the fag lived on nothing but hot cum rations for a
month!!"

"My dad said every troop had at least one fag in the barracks. There
was always one guy who became the designated cumdump."

"They're not really like human beings, ya know, fags are more like
animals, animals that live on cum."

"They GOTTA eat cum."

"They Gotta suck dick."

"Fags like that actually NEED cum to survive. They LIVE on it. They
can't live without it. It's almost cruel not to give it to 'em."

"I know. They're like pigs or horses or something that we just use for
our convenience. Like a public restroom.  I don't know if I'd let a
degenerate like that get near me. I guess for fifty bucks he could
suck me off. Maybe if he bought me a new pair of tennis shoes. And
begged real good."

"I dunno. If he bought beers for me and I was horned up I might let a
fag suck my cock. I'd take his wallet and his credit cards too."

"It'd be fun if he were married, you know. Some fags are. Then you
could maybe screw his wife's pussy while he served you. Tell him
you're going to fuck his wife good the way he never could if he
doesn't suck your cock good or pay you more."

"Yeah, fuck his wife while he licked your balls."

"Make him put your cock inside his wife's pussy."

"Make him WATCH while you fucked his wife."

"Make him eat your cum out of his wife's pussy after you pumped her full of it."

"Hell, make him go wash dishes while you fucked his wife all night.
Then make him eat your cream out of her pussy and then clean the
fuckjuice off your cock and suck you hard again so he could put your
cock back inside her pussy and fuck her again."

"My dad did that with this one fag. The fag was all married but he had
this teeny-tiny dick and he needed a real man to fuck his wife for him
so he invited my dad to fuck her. The fag said he wanted to be a
fagslave cuckold or something. They had this thing going where the
fag'd just watch while my dad pounded the wife's pussy then they
laughed while the fag ate his cum out of his wife's pussy. They called
it, like, creampie eating.  Eventually the fag was just sucking my
dad's cock, even when the woman wasn't around my dad would go over
just to get his cock sucked."

"I don't know. It still sounds queer."

"Sure.  The fag is the one who's QUEER--for my dick. It just means
you're using a fag's mouth to get off. Just to get your nut. Just to
cream.  Same thing as jackin it. Only you get to show 'em who's boss.
You're just USING their holes. Just using their mouths like pussies.
Fuck, just close your eyes and kick back. And it feels so damn good
telling a fag what to do. And usually they'll do ANYTHING to suck your
cock. ANYTHING. Usually it's tons better'n pussy, or even when a girl
blows you. And those fags even fuckin' PAY you."

"You sound like you know what you're talking about."

"Hell yeah. I got me two or three fags I like to use."

"Really? No shit? And they pay you money to swing on your cock?"

"They're like fucking ATMs, man. They're fucking happy to pay, dude.
They love it. I don't even have to talk to em or fuckin' buy 'em
dinner, I just hold out my hand after they finish cleaning off my cock
and they give me money.  It getS my rocks off. They pay me enough
money to take my girlfriend partying. And he gets my sweet load. I go
over to one of 'em right before a date, see. The fag says he likes the
"top cream" he gets first so that when I fuck my girlfriend it lasts
longer and she gets the stuff backed up in my nuts. If he pays me
extra, he can take his time cleaning my cock off. I might even come
over afterwards so he can suck off her pussyjuices, maybe even feed
him another load."







That's when I figured out there must be guys like Mr.Gifford all over
the fucking place.

Fags, a secret lower species of animal, creatures walking amongst us,
who secretly dream of doing nothing but serving real men. Natural
slaves, natural-born pussyboys, lower forms of life, available to suck
off the constantly hard cocks of horny fifteen-year-old kids, like me.

Even then I sort of realized that fags weren't really like us real
men. They couldn't be. Hard as fags like Mr.Gifford might try to
imitate us or fit in. They never can.

A cocksucker is ALWAYS a cocksucker. And a fag can ALWAYS be made to
suck your cock. Suck your cock and LOVE it. Suck your cock and PAY for
the privilege. Suck your cock--and more.

Fags really are a whole different species cause normal real men don't
think or act like that.

Fags like Mr.Gifford ultimately discover they are at their happiest
sucking on some teenager's cock. Meanwhile we laugh at them and take
their money and get our cocks sucked!

That's what I first started learning about natural-born cocksuckers
like Mr.Gifford.

It wasn't all at once. And right now, after five years of breaking him
in as my personal pussyboy, now that I've got him chipping in on my
college fund,  it's hard for me to sort out just how I discovered all
the perverted kinky pussyboy ways that the fag mind works and ways to
control it, because it all happened over several years, ever since I
let Mr. Gifford suck my toes and cock when I was 15 years old.

One of the first things I noticed about Mr. Gifford after that first
day he broke down and cried and sucked my toes, and then the next day
when he was naked on his knees awaiting further orders from a
fifteen-year-old kid (me), was his eagerness to obey and pay.

Or pay to obey.

He would do anything I told him to do, me, a fifteen year old kid
bossing around this middle-aged fag. Eventually I realized that was
the natural order of things, but at the time....well I was just having
a helluva lot of fun!

Over the next few weeks I learned that I could do all sorts of things to him.

I would spank his ass. I would make him crawl to the kitchen to get me
a beer. I'd make him lay back and spread his legs and play with his
fag clittie and push his fingers into his fag-ass-pussy like he's was
a real woman all horny for dick.

I'd stick the neck of my beer bottle up his ass and clench it there in
his tight little asspussy until I was ready to pop it out and drink
it.

I'd tell him to shave his pubes so I could step on his little clittie
easier, and for the next visit his little piggie clittie would be
bare-shaved.

Hard to believe you could make a mature grown middle-aged man behave
like that. But then, he wasn't really a man. And that tiny worm
jiggling out there between his thighs proved it, it looked disgusting,
more like some slut with a fat clit. That just made it all the easier
to want to kick him there.  And he'd pay me for it!

And he WAS such a piggie. A true pig slave.  I'd take pictures of him
with his mouth full of my cum. Pics of him with his mouth stretched
wide around my dick, his stupid fag face distorted beyond all
recognition in an attempt to keep fagging out on my fifteen-year-old
cock. Or pics of him puckering up, hoping for permission to suck my
teen dick.

I'd jerk off on the coffeetable where he put his fag-tax money, then
make him lap up my fresh teen cum-splatterlike a dog.

Sometimes I'd make Mr. Gifford hold my teen cum in his fag mouth all
evening while I spanked him about fifty times. Slapped him around.
Whipped him with his own belt. Or I'd make him bring me the spatula
from the kitchen, crawling to me while he held it in his mouth. Make
him hike his butt up so I could just smack him all the harder in his
little nutsack.

Even after all that yelling, I'd make him open his mouth and he would
tearfully show me that he had obeyed my orders and still had the
residue of globs of my teen cum stored in his chubby little cheeks
like a chipmunk.

I learned later that this sort of "conditioning and reinforcement" was
important for a fag.

And when I finally gave him a taste of my cock, when I finally told
him he could suck my cock to his little fag heart's content, and that
he'd better get used to sucking it and sucking it regularly night and
day, you'd think I'd rewarded him with a sugarcube, like an obedient
little pony.

But then, well...

I don't know how to describe it.

I guess you could say Mr. Gifford sort of...chickened out.

That first time I allowed him to suck my cock, I wanted him to remember it.

Masters, The first time a fag sucks your cock, you definitely need to
make an impression upon him. Let him KNOW you OWN him. Demolish his
throat. Slap him around. Yank his hair. Piss on him. Kick him hard in
his nuggets.That's just the price he has to pay for being a fag.

A fag needs to remember the first time he sucked your cock for the
rest of his life.

The memory of sucking your cock needs to be his first thought when he
wakes up in the morning, and his last thought when he goes to sleep at
night.

So I fucked pussyboy Gifford's mouth--hard.

Even gagged the fag.  His face got all red and desperate for air. I
let him gulp oxygen for a second before I shoved my cock back down his
throat. I pinched his nose so he held his mouth open and kept gasping,
gasping for some moment when he didn't have my big fat cock filling
his throat. Even then the fag seemed to want my cock more than he
wanted oxygen. Sometimes it would seem like i'd hit his gag reflex,
and more fluids started gurgling up his throat, frothing around my
pubes, more fag-slime upchucked.

I made him lick it all up. All around my pubes and nuts.  Sometimes
when I felt like giving him a rest, I made him try to fit both my big
balls in his mouth.  He couldn't just yet, that would require some
further training. But when He couldn't swallow both my balls, I told
him he was gonna get my dick shoved down his throat again.  This got
him all excited but in a scared way because he didn't wanna get gagged
again, but still needed to suck on my fucking fifteen-year-old juicy
cock.

When I felt like I'd showed him who controlled the show here at my
crotch, I let him back off a little, let him just enjoy sucking the
head, suckling the juices out of it.

You should've heard the sweet little appreciative gurgling noises the
cash fag made around my cockhead. LIke a fucking baby on a pacifier!

But it scared him, the fact that he was finally exploring his true fagginess.

The fact that he was finally getting what he wanted, the idea that he
was truly realizing his fantasies, that he was becoming the faggot
cocksucker that he wanted to become scared the shit out of him.

He wanted it, and yet it scared him to want it. He needed it, yet he
didn't want to admit to himself that he needed it. He wanted more than
anything in the world to be down on his knees serving a  young hot
hard cock of a fifteen-year-old master.

Faggy wanted to be worshipping my body in every way, he wanted
SOMEBODY to dominate him. He NEEDED somebody to serve.

And yet it scared him shitless to actually be GETTING it!

That's some sick stupid fucked-up shit, huh?

A fag has definitely got to learn to trust you.  Masters, think of all
those naturalists who spend a long time just sitting still near the
creatures whose trust they want to gain, or leaving food closer and
closer to their trap.

The animal (fag) doesn't just walk right into the trap.  It (the
cocksucker) has to get used to the idea. It has to approach the area
slowly. In fact, you have to make it so that it doesn't even know its
trapped. Or maybe make it so that the fag is actually finally GLAD
that it's trapped.

This is the key.

This is where I learned what every dominant guy should probably learn
if they want to train some real long-term cocksuckers.

If they want to take a faggot deeply and completely, if you want to
use and abuse a faggot regularly, a faggot broken into his true faggot
space: GO SLOW!!!

After much on-line correspondence and talk with other Masters in
person, what I've learned is that too many would-be Masters, when they
meet a would-be fag, they think that the way to keep a good regular
cocksucker is to barge into his house for the first time, tie him up,
slap him around, fuck him hard without lube, take his wallet, and walk
out the door. Sure, this may be exactly what the stupid little faggot
really wants, but "societal conditioning" (I've been reading this
year's textbooks) tells him this goes against everything the fag has
learned.

So the little faggot fucking freaks!

This might work if you only want a quickie.  But this now-or-never
method, this my-way-or-the-highway mastering, is almost guarenteed to
scare the faggot back into his own little closet of fantasies, and
NEVER try out his faggotry with a real dominant straight guy again.

Sure, he really DOES want all of that. And you really CAN eventually get it.

It's just that his poor cocksucker brain is soooo conflicted, soooo
scared of being exposed, so frightened to see his fantasies become so
suddenly true, that the faggot invariably retreats.

He can't believe he's doing half the stupid-ass stuff you've got him
doing. The faggot can't believe he actually has real access to a real
man's cock. The faggot can't believe he's actually realized his
fantasy of having a real straight guy's cock in his mouth.

He's confused. He's titillated. He's scared.  That's why he doesn't
answer your phone calls after the first visit.

I learned all this through Mr.Gifford.

After pussyboy Gifford sucked my cock and I whupped his little faggot
butt red for being such a faggot. I noticed he got all quiet all the
sudden.

Over the next few days, I didn't get the usual phone calls from him
begging me to come over.

I didn't get the usual presents in the mail. Or the gift certificates
and the little offerings of devotion.

When I went over to his house, expecting the door to be open at our
designated time,it was locked. The curtains were drawn. When I rang
the bell nobody answered.

When I phoned, it just went to voice mail.

Hell, I knew the little faggot was probably cowering naked behind the
couch cupping his hard little clitlet.  Or when he saw my phone number
calling, he sprang an instant hard-on and panicked.

That's the thing.  If you think you're going to go in there all
wham-bam, you're going to meet some resistance. Your faggot is going
to fucking freak.

Or the faggot is going to do a complete about-face and never attempt
getting into his fag-space again.

That's when I learned. Go slow!

Go slow and you're going to get a lot more use, tons more dedication
out of your faggot cocksucker, than if you force things.

If you force things, the faggot who would otherwise be a perfectly
suitable cocksucker and servant for you, will run back into his shell.

You will have lost a pussyboy who you could otherwise take to such
depths of humiliation and total abject submission that he would be a
subject of entertainment and enjoyment for you and your friends for
years to come.

It's not really his fault.

Like with Fag Gifford, society has taught the faggot all this bullshit
 about "all men being created equal". Society has said fag to
camouflage his need to submit.

Hell, Mr.Gifford bought this line so much that he even got married and
somehow managed (even with that wiener of a clit of his) to have a
daughter. His wife probably realized something was wrong before HE
did.

Mr.Gifford was probably beginning a life of going to bathhouse
gloryholes, trying to suck anonymous cocks, or worse, all he could do
was jack off thinking of the one and only time he had sucked off the
drunk jock in high school.

When a cocksucker's head is filled with so much conflict, it's only
natural that the fag should run and hide when it's confronted with the
true nature of it's being.

All you straight guys should understand that fags really DO worship
the ground you walk on. Hell, the fags will even BE the ground you
walk on!
It's just that, well, nowadays fags just don't know how to be fags.
Their little cocksucking heads are filled with ideas about equality
and fairness. They're uppity. They're selfish. They're confused.

They don't understand they were MEANT to be our slaves. Born to be
slaves. Nature made them that way. They are always happiest when they
are serving a straight man. Making a straight man's cock happy. When
they have a mouthful of cum, or are working hard to get a mouthful of
cum out of our superior cocks.

They don't half-understand it themselves, just why this is. Just why
they feel better when they have a cock in their mouths, but it's just
the way it is.

It's always better when they just accept it, but they've had years of
society telling them otherwise, filling their little pea-brains with
ideas about reciprocation, or romance, or love. When all they're
really put on this earth to do is to serve a Real Man's Cock.

So they're confused. They're frightened. They're conflicted. And this
makes fags act up from time to time.

Poor little fags end up like Mr.Gifford, middle-aged, naked, horny,
dripping from every hole,  cowering behind the sofa whenever the
straight man who has found out their secret, rings their doorbell to
get his cock serviced.

This is a crucial time in the life of a 21st century faggot, but guys,
I tell ya, if you take it slow,  be a little patient but firm, always
insisting on more at the same time you sugarcoat the pill with little
rewards and soothing words when he obeys you, you're gonna have a long
line of natural fags broken-in just the way you like'em. You'll always
have a hot mouth ready to holster your cock!

So on that day when Mr. Gifford didn't answer the doorbell the way I
instructed him, I sorta figured he was getting cold feet over all
this.

I didn't get upset, just sort of chalked it up in my mind that I would
somehow someday punish the silly little fag for all this bother.

How I handled it was easy: I just ignored him completely.

Anyway I decided I needed some time to go out on some real dates,
stick my dick in a few cheerleaders, get some pussyfuckin' in anyway.

I spent the week doing that. Some of the girls would sneak into my
parents' house and bounce around on my dick in the bedroom. Or I would
make'em suck on my cock, promising I would ask them out for more
dates.  My cock always turned them into good regular useable sluts
anyway.

Meantime, Mr. Gifford slowly slinked out of hiding.

One day on my way to school Mr.Gifford passed me in the car and
squeaked, "Hi Cameron!" And blew his horn. I ignored him.

He kept calling my phone. I ignored him. Didn't even listen to
whatever groveling messages he left.

Next he popped his head over the back fence while I was doing laps in
the pool. He said hi again, but I just ignored him, but could feel him
still looking at my body while I did my laps and dried myself off with
the beach towel.

He started babbling on, "I'm sorry I wasn't home the other day like we
agreed...like you told me to." I kept ignoring him. "I'm sorry I
wasn't ready for you...it...that. It's just that I had a lot of work
at the office and...."

It was truly pathetic seeing a grown man breaking down and apologizing
to a fifteen year old kid.

I remember telling him something like his car was in the driveway and
I knew he was home and he might as well admit it, he was just afraid
to answer the door.

"Now why was that?" I looked straight at him, sort of idly drying my
crotch with the towel. "Why didn't you answer the door like you were
told to, fag?"

I could see he got all red and nervousy. The fag both hated and liked
the feeling at the same time, I could tell.  He wanted to run away,
and yet he sorta wanted, needed, craved to stay there and get more of
it from me. He wanted to take more shame, more humiliation and abuse
from me.

Patting the fag on the head, I said, "Let's go to your place so you
can explain it to me properly."

So he followed me in through his front door and watched me sit down in
my favorite chair in my wet swimsuit. I noticed there was a pile of
money piled up on the coffeetable like an offering of apology. I
ignored it and looked at him like he was some kind of animal that
wasn't behaving the way it should, saying nothing until he took off
all his clothes and got down naked on his knees between my legs the
way a good fag should be. I said, "Okay, NOW explain it to me
properly."

Mr.Gifford stammered, "Well, Sir,  I guess, I don't know, I guess, I
was a little bit, maybe scared about where all this was going?" He
looked up at me pleadingly.

"Where all what's going?"

"W-what we're doing...you know"

I snickered, "What are we doing?"

 Making me suck your cock." Mr.Gifford couldn't help but look at the
bulge in my swimsuit. "And stuff."

I grabbed the front of my swimsuit where my cock hung. Even when it
isn't hard my fifteen-year-old cock is like a loaf of french bread.
"Gee, I don't know what's so difficult to understand, Mr. Gifford.
This is my cock. You're a cocksucker. YOU suck my cock."

"Well it's not just that, or maybe it is, I dunno, it's, I mean,
you're a fifteen years old, I'm a grown man, and, all this, well,.."

"Ohhh, I get it now..." I sat back for a moment like an idea suddenly
dawned on me."You mean making you become the cocksucker cuntmouth
cumbreath pussyboy faggot you are." I peeled the spandex of my
swimsuit down to show my half-hard cock. "I see. I see what your
problem is."

Mr. Gifford gulped and salivated a little between my legs. He kept
looking from my crotch to my eyes. "Yes, I guess so. Making me become
the cocksucker I am."

"Because that's what you are, you know. A cocksucker. Just a
cocksucker. Some mouth-hole cunt face who is SUPPOSED to suck my cock.
The problem is you probably just can't believe how simple it all is.
You suck cock. You're a cocksucker. So you suck MY cock. See?"

"Yes, yes," He seemed hypnotized at my cock throbbing in front of him,
he probably saw some precious liquid in the piss slit that he was just
thirsting to lick up. ""I am. I am a mouth-hole cunt face who's
SUPPOSED to suck your cock." He stammered. "A mouth-hole cunt face. A
cocksucker. A cuntmouth. A pussyboy faggot. A hole. A cumsucker. A
fag. A cumsucking fag. All that stuff you said."

"And more." I couldn't stop snickering.

I was taking it slow with him. I instinctively realized he'd gotten
scared at how far he'd gone, and now it was time to go slow and
sweeten things a little bit. Sort of like breaking a horse so you can
ride him all the harder.

"But's that's okay, Mr. Gifford. It's okay for you to be a mouth-hole
cunt-face. You'll be doing alot of other stuff in the future. You'll
do stuff you never even imagined just for a chance at my dick. You're
actually already addicted to my dick even though you may not know it
yet. You're actually very good at it. Cocksucking that is. I'm not
sure what else you're good for yet. We'll just have to work on your
obedience. But you're really good at cocksucking.  Just like I'm good
at swimming and soccer. It's what I do. I'm just naturally good at it.
And just like I was born with a really big dick. You were born with a
natural talent for sucking really big dicks like mine. It's what you
do. You shouldn't try to deny it. You should be proud of that." It was
almost as if I were verbally petting him on the head, psychologically
calming him down so he'd get back to cocksucking. "Yes you should.
You're a good cocksucker. Yes you are. A gooooood cocksucker."

I let him just stare at my big hardening dick for about a minute, just
letting my words and my dick hang there in mid-air. His tongue is
half-hanging out and I swear I can see him drooling.

He's calming down. Getting back into cocksucker mode again.

It's beginning to feel okay for him to be a cocksucker again. Poor
cocksucker, he was fighting years of counter-conditioning to his
natural instincts. No wonder it takes a while to get a cocksucker's
head straight.

This is where most Master's go wrong. They either stomp out in
frustration or they try to force the issue so that the cocksucker goes
back into his shell forever.

Me, I instinctively just let him crawl close and admire my cock. Get
used to the feeling of being in his cocksucker place. He inhaled the
damp meat of my ballsacs.

He nuzzled my crotch like a puppy, looking up at me obediently.

Drawing him in slowly. Letting him slowly adjust to his submission,
LETTING HIM SUBMIT TO HIS OWN SUBMISSION.

See, it really has to come from deep down inside the cocksucker
himself--HE has to realize it, HE has to have the idea, HE has to
admit it to HIMSELF that HE IS A COCKSUCKER. That is, if the idea
going to "Stick".

Impatient Masters who don't take the time to train a cocksucker with
this method of coaxing and sugarcoating (alongside some firm
discipline and punishment) usually lose what eventually would've
become a beautifully broken eager cocksucker.

Most Masters don't understand that a well-broken-in cocksucker slave
develops in fits and starts,  sometimes the cocksucker will make great
strides in submission and will even surprise you with his desire to
submit and humiliate himself more and more. He will surprise you with
his sudden willingness to suck more and more cock.

And there will be periods where he's kind of ashamed of what he's
doing, or is reluctant to continue his training.

Fag Gifford was a little ashamed of being made to submit to being the
cocksucking servant to a fifteen year old boy, so I decided to take it
easy on him. Nothing forced. Nothing harsh. Just slowly cooed into his
ear what a good cocksucker he was, how he always made ME feel good
when he sucked me, and also how he probably felt good too when he
finally got his reward of cum when he made me cream off in his
cocksucker throat.

I put alot of this stuff on the FagRadio recordings that Fag Gifford
now listens to religiously. How it's okay for him to be a cocksucker,
it's okay for him to serve superior men, it's okay for him to be a
faggot, because being a faggot is just his natural state, good faggot,
good faggots suck cock, your my personal cocksucker, you're a
pussyboy, a bitchboy, a cash-paying fag cuntboy, etc.

I even said I bet when he was alone and jacking his little clit dick
that he'd cum especially hard, his little clit-dick popping off like a
firecracker when he fantasized about serving me while he jacked.

I said, "Now see. That just what proves what a good natural-born
cocksucker you are."

He bobbed his head yes. And my cock seemed to agree with him. He
watched my cock drool while he drooled."Yes," I said like i was just
discovering the fact for myself. "You are a very very VERY good
cocksucker."

And when he had sat there for a long while naked on all fours
sniffling between my legs almost cross-eyed looking at my prick, he
couldn't resist squeaking out a

"Thank you, Sir."

And I smiled down at him, like the fag's benevolent god, the fag's
mouth just naturally gaping open like a horny pussy and I said, just
like I was some kind of benevolent and kindly god;

"You're welcome, Cocksucker."

He seemed to shiver with this affirmation of his status.

It was during one of these moments, one of those times when Fag
Gifford was having doubts about his training, usually when we are
about to explore some new depth to his submission, that I guess we
discovered what I eventually came to call FAG TV and FagRadio.

Part of the problem for cocksuckers, I came to realize, was that even
though they were ALWAYS thinking about sucking cock in their
subconscious, every guy that they passed they always wondered if his
cock were suckable, what the cock looked like, what the cock tasted
like. What cock felt like in their mouth. All day long cocksuckers
(being natural cocksuckers) were just naturally thinking about
gobbling cock.

In this society, it isn't always possible for fag-cunts to be
worshipping cock the way they constantly WANT to be and SHOULD be
doing.

In a healthily developed society, it should be perfectly normal for a
straight man to go up to a fag and say, "Hey fag, get over here and
suck my cock now." And the fag would obey.

And worshipping cock like that is what cocksuckers need to be doing.
Just that our society doesn't always provide them with the open
opportunities that they require to completely satisfy their needs to
suck cock.

In a properly run society where the fags were truly free to do their
natural duty, there would be fag stations the way there are men's
restrooms in metros and airports. In a properly run society, it would
be the most natural thing in the world for a real man, who has his
balls filling with cum several times a day to step briefly into one of
the fag stations and achieve relief for his overloaded balls in the
mouths of some perpetually cum-hungry fags. No one would think
anything bad about this arrangement, just natural bodily functions
being taken care of.

A fag getting fed is like a cow that always needs milking in the
morning, or a bee needs to be making honey,  it's what a fag NEEDS to
do in order to BE itself.

In this society there are regular everyday things that they, the
cocksuckers, have to attend to, like cleaning their cocksucker houses,
washing their cocksucker cars, paying their cocksucker bills, or going
to their boring cocksucker jobs. Stuff that we alpha males have
managed to figure out how to to get cocksuckers to do FOR us.

Anyway, during these so-called 'normal' times,  or times when there is
no cock available for them to suck upon, faggots start to feel like
they are average everyday people with normal aspirations and feelings
of equality and shit.

They hear news stories about how its legal for fags to marry in some
countries, and they lose all sight of their true purpose in life.
Hell, for all I know there's probably a difference between gay guys
and fag cocksuckers. If so, then even the gay guys should be sure to
put the fag cocksuckers in their place. Hell, at least give'em a cock
to suck on, or fuck'em around a little, treat'em like shit till they
can find a real man to break'em in right.

So a fag sometimes loses track of its purpose. Plus, if it IS serving
a guy, like Mr.Gifford is serving me, you can sort of notice when it
isn't as obedient as a fag should be.

Maybe the fag takes a split-second longer to whip its little clit-dick
when you order it to. Or it gets a little fussy when you surprise it
by bringing a friend over to use his cocksucking services. Or it gets
uppity and wants to watch while you fuck the team's cheerleader. Or it
seems a little reluctant, instead of eager the way a fag should be, to
put some clothespins on its little ballsacks when you tell it to.

Like when Mr.Gifford was supposed to put some paperclamps on his
tit-nipples and dance around the room for me, but the stupid fag just
didn't put the energy into it that I was expecting from him.  Usually
he would do it with such enthusiasm because he knew it entertained me.
But this time was kind of lackluster so I sensed the pussyboy was
having some doubts about his purpose in life again. It was up to me to
show him his purpose.

Most Masters might've just whipped him silly, but I knew this time it
was better to sugar-coat the pill of submission.

I made Mr.Gifford keep the clamps on his nipples so he knew that he
should always feel some kind of pain for my entertainment, but I
called him over to my chair and made him stare at my cock while I
spoke to him in a soothing voice.

"Are you okay, Mr. Gifford? What's wrong, cocksucker? You're not
really entertaining me as enthusiastically as I want you to do today.
Hm? There must be something going on your little cocksucker mind.
Don't think I don't notice, because I care about how you're serving
me. It's important to me that you serve me correctly, and I know that
you care about that too. So I want to help you. It's okay. I want to
help you serve me. Here, put your mouth on my cock. That's it. Just
suck on the head some. Just suckle it there and try to concentrate on
what I have to say to you. That's it. That's right just suck on the
shaft and move your tongue around. YOu'll get a nice steady stream of
pre-cum in about a minute. Meanwhile, you have to understand that I'm
trying to get you to WANT to help serve me better and better. You
always have to do better. You always have to do more. You do want to
do that, don't you? I thought so."

I patted his sucking head and said, "Hm, maybe you're having some
doubts about all you're doing to please me. Well dont worry too much
about that.  Just relax and be the cocksucker that you are.  You'll be
surprised how much of a cocksucker fag you can be if you just let
yourself go. It's okay now. Don't be ashamed. You have no reason to be
ashamed. Just look at the cock that you get to serve. Just look at the
cock that you get to have shoot off in your mouth regularly. Most fags
would consider themselves lucky to even get a LOOK at it. But you,
because you're a good fag, you get more. You get to put your mouth on
it. You get to taste it. You get to suck the cum out of it."

I stood up abruptly plopping my cock out of his mouth with a long
string of his slobber and pre-cum.

Ï said, "Tell you what. Let's just have a look at your ol' computer,
huh? Now that you've told me all the passwords I get to look at all
the stuff you like to look at. Of course now that you're a pussyboy
slave you have no expectation of privacy. Not that I especially wanna
look at your fag stuff. Let's take a look at all the pictures you have
stored here. All the dirty dick pictures that you have collected on
the internet.  It's ok. Just crawl over here and we'll take a look at
these pics together. I know you've got a huge collection. You like
looking at pictures of guys dicks. And I guess you like looking at
other cocksuckers serving other guys when you jack off. You like to
imagine you're them. C'mon just crawl over here and sit right here by
my chair while I take a look around at what a fag likes to look it. I
think it's kind of sick and gross myself, but maybe you can explain to
me what you like about these pics.  You can tell me what you like to
look at when you're alone here and you I let you squick your clittie.
For instance, this one right here. I can see the dude's got a really
big dick, but what else do you like about it? Go ahead? Tell me. What
is it about that pic that turns you into a hot and excited little
faggot? Huh?"

He started quietly telling me, and I could hear the excitement in his
voice as he felt more and more comfortable telling me stuff like,

"Well, Sir, see, it shows the guy's cock real real up close, almost
like I was close enough to look at it, and, and, I can still see him
looking down at me from above, like I'm about to suck it for him.
He's even kind of laughing, the way you do, you know, smiling
or...smirking I guess. Cause it's like I'm a cocksucker about to suck
his big  ol' cock while I look up at him and try to swallow it
all....I--I can imagine myself doing that. Sucking on it. Him looking
down at me. Or making me beg for it. Him slapping me in the face with
it. Making me stick out my tongue for it, just the way you do, Begging
some more.  You know, sort of the way you make me beg too.  It helps
me practice my begging."

"That's good. I HAVE noticed your begging has improved."

"Thank you, Sir."


And when we clicked on other pictures, more of his sick fag stuff,
he'd say things like, "And in this one the master is holding his balls
out like he's just telling me to lick them."

Or we'd flip to another one and he'd say, "And here you can see just a
little drop of pre-cum cumming out of the tip of his big fat cockhead.
 And-and he's just holding it there, like, daring me to beg to lick it
off. Laughing at me being so hungry for a taste of his man cream. Oh,
yeah, here's where his cock is just laying there and he's smiling down
at me because he just shot a big load all over his stomach. And-and
he's making me beg to lick it up. Sometimes I even think he's inviting
his friends over to watch how I'lll do anything for his load, and even
after he whips me, he just takes my face and smears it in his cum so
that it's all over my face and they all laugh at me."

"That's good you're telling me all this. Gives me more ideas about how
you can please me, faggot."

And it turned out there were among his sewer of perv pics, pictures of
some naked cocksuckers serving whole groups of real men. There were
pics of a naked fag down on his knees, and the guys had obviously just
had a good time fucking him in every hole available and they'd
obviously jacked their jizz all over his body.  The cocksucker seeemed
grateful, even hungry for more. His mouth still hanging open for their
suspended cocks.

Mr. Gifford would explain: "I like that one especially because you can
see the guy's, I mean, the fag's nuts are tied up and his butt's red,
so you can see they had a little fun spanking him before they turned
him into a cum hole."

Or: "And here they're fitting all three of their cocks inside the
cocksucker's mouth."

And there were other sicko pics where it was obvious a man was just
getting his jollies using a fag. Öne tattooed dude with a really huge
dick had a fag upsidedown on a couch, the fag's head hanging off the
couch so its throat would open more, and tattooed dude was really
getting off sticking his cock down in there as far as it could
possibly go.

"There's other pics of the same guy using the guy, I mean fag," and
Mr. Gifford showed me other pics of the tattooed guy smiling down at
the fag on his knees working like crazy to get the hardening cock out
of his master's pants. "Or this other pic. See.  He's just laughing at
his cocksucker while he's hold his head hard down in between his legs.
Just the way you do me, Sir. You can''t even see the um, fag's face,
but you can definitely know that guy's getting his cock sucked great.
Look how much he seems to enjoy it. He's grinning at the fag and how
good it feels to use him."

It was true.  There was filthy pic after filthy pic of fags sucking
and serving. Sometimes there were just pics of guys looking down at
the cameras while the camera looked up from the cocksucker's eye-view,
so Mr. Gifford could imagine being that guy's personal fag.

"Well one thing's for sure,"I said after some more flipping through.
"You definitely need a big old close up pic of my dick right here as
the main pic on your desktop. My dick needs to stay in your face and
your mind at all times. I guess it's alright for you to have your
little piggy fag fantasies, but we're going to arrange something a
little better than that."

Mr. Gifford gulped. He was probably worried I was going to delete his
little fantasy world he had collected to use to jack off to when I
wasn't around.

But no. I was going to do something different.

I was going to use those pictures. I would use those pictures to teach
him to be a better cocksucker. A better worshipper of cock.  I told
him to get together a little slideshow program of all his disgusting
pics. I told him that it should be a full-screen, hours-long slide
show of his huge pic collection of dicks, cocks, pricks, cum,
cocksuckers, balls, fags acting faggy, fags being punished. It should
run for hours.

I told him that when he had spare time, like when he wasn't doing my
laundry, or typing up my homework,then it would probably please me
most if he spent his time watching his cocksucker slideshow.

In fact, he might as well consider it would be his favorite TV program
from now on. Instead of watching some sitcom, or some reality dancing
contest shit, he would have to tune into FAG TV.

I told him at first I wanted him to just sit naked and watch the
repeating slideshow for one hour every night. Every night without
fail. If I felt like he was slacking off in his servicing of me in
some way, then I might then up the amount of time he spent watching
FAG TV to two hours per night. Over the years, I would sometimes even
tell him he couldn't sleep at all and had to spend all night in his
closet watching his FAG TV.

He could add some pretty music to it if he wanted to, I didn't care,
but I definitely wanted his fag face pushed face first watching every
detail of those pictures as they faded and glided and twirled across
his screen, all those cocks, pricks, dicks, schlongs--and fags
devoting themselves to serving them. And he would always see  it up
close,and even when they repeated he would be able to see NEW things
about them that he admired and he might tell me about it, and SHOULD
be ready to tell me about at a moment's notice.

Plus he'd see all those pics of fags serving other men. I told him to
start taking more notes in his head about what he imagined was
happening, how that fag had become such a good cockworshipping fag
while he watched the pictures flash by.  When he saw them again, I
wanted him to imagine ways in which he might better serve me in the
same way.

And that, my fellow Masters, is how FAG TV was born.

This, I discovered, was my first method of brainwashing the cocksucker
into being a more ready, willing and suppliant faggot.

It would help fill up those hours when he wasn't thinking about me,
and would always keep him all the more concentrated on the act of
cocksucking, so that his little brain wouldn't have so much time to
have any more of those doubts that were interfering with his constant
attention to what should be my perpetual pleasure.

Mr.Gifford would be so concentrated on his serious watching of FAG TV
that he wouldn't be able to consider chickening out any more.

He'd just be all the more dedicated.

He really took to it, too.

After he realized it was that watching FAG TV was focussing his mind
more, after he realized he was no longer having the same internal
conflicts about his faggotry,  how it soothed him, and how it really
did help him alot when he was down on his knees in front of me (having
all those other pictures engraved in his mind now of all those other
cocksuckers sucking all those other cocks), he loved watching FAG TV.

There was even times when I hadn't ordered him to watch FAGTV, but I
would walk in and discovered he was tuned into that. Naked on his
knees, butt high up in the air, face up close to the computer screen,
blissed out in his complete and total faggotry practically hypnotized
by all those cocks he was watching over and over and over again.

The freshly motivated fag would even work more efficiently to get my
laundry and my homework finished early so he could tune in once again
to the latest FAG TV.  That was also when I began to add the aural
dimension of FagRadio, a sort of soundtrack with earplugs of me just
reminding him he was a fag, and that he felt better submitting to real
men.

I even noticed he FELT so much more submissive, and so much more
grateful that I was forcing him to submit, that he left fifty more
dollars on the coffee table for me to take after I'd finished abusing
him for the evening or the weekend.


Of course, I didn't want that computer with all those faggy pictures
just hanging around the house when I had some of my girlfriends over.

That was when I Fag Gifford clean out his walk-in closet and make a
little space where he could live. I made him hook up his FAGTV there
in the walk-in closet.  And when I was entertaining some women guests,
I'd some times tell him to go in there and watch FAGTV with the
earphones on while we were busy fucking.

It got him out of the way, kept him quiet, even happy, and he
eliminated all that time where he had time to think about whether or
not he really wanted to be the faggot I was turning him into.

He even enjoyed scouring the internet for new and better pics of cocks
for him to add to his collection.

It got to the point where I wanted to refine his brainwashing a little
bit. Depending on how he behaved I might have him watch everything,
all the pics, but there might be other days when I thought he should
work on being more submissive, in which case I would tell him to watch
only the pics where a cocksucker was being used by a superior alpha
male. Other times I might want him to just be more cockhungry, so I'd
tell him to only watch a loop where there was nothing but pics of
alpha males with big dicks showing off for above the camera.

In fact, now that he knew he was going to be watching more and more
FAG TV in his spare time, he enthusiastically took to heart my orders
when I told him that I wanted to seek out even more pics of the big
dicks that he drooled over to suck. The ones that put him always in
the position of the cocksucker about to take it in the mouth. Or watch
scenes where some cocksuckers was tied up and whipped before he was
forced to suck a whole fraternity of long hard cocks. This really
became more and more his reality.

Over the next few years of course we refined this perpetual
brainwashing process even more even with phone apps, but the next best
thing we did was when we refined it with recordings of me telling him
what a faggot he was, how it was okay for him to be a disgusting
faggot, how he should be proud to be a faggot and a cocksucker, how he
never felt comfortable unless he had a cock in his mouth, how he loved
the taste of cum, couldn't live without cock and cum and would do
anything to get it, how he should always try to ask a man if he might
please suck the man's cock. Stuff like that.

Even including sounds of Mr. Gifford sucking-slurping on my cock. Once
we got down several hours of that, we filled up his portable player
with that recording and that's all he ever listens to now. I'm
thinking about eventually releasing it for the benifit of other
faggots who need more positive reinforcement of their place in this
world. It sure as hell works for Mr.Gifford!




Of course I've talked a lot about the slow and gentle approach. Subtle
methods of breaking a faggot so that he almost doesn't even realize
he's turned into an out-and out-depraved cocksucker.

This type of bonding between a cocksucker and the cock that he serves
is always the best way. Gradually filling his mind with more and more
images, more and more words and phrases, which remind him that serving
superior men is his only reason to exist. Until his mind is finally so
full, that a man-serving hole is all he is.

There are however, times when a fag's natural submissiveness needs to
be pushed.

Pushed into even deeper levels. Your standard free-range fag will
balk, but that's when you have to be firm--even brutal.

It's important when breaking in a fag that he never really knows
what's coming next. It keeps him on his toes--or at least on all
fours, LOL!!
 So yeah, there's also a time when ya gotta be absolutely firm and
demanding with a faggot. Mixed in among all those compliments and good
strokes, also comes the true excruciating discipline that always
always always puts him in his place.

Remember that first time Mr.Gifford balked? Well, as gentle as I was
at first, the fagslave still definitely had some punishment coming for
his disobedience, and it was important for the faggot to receive that
discipline as well.  All of which I'll talk about in the next part.






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FagRadio

I now got a copy of a new improved FagRadio which was inspired by Fag
Gifford, but now I use on a lot of other fags to keep them under
control. They even beg me for a copy of it. It's part of their
training but also part of their punishment. So I made a CD which is a
sort of guided meditation CD of 45 minutes ME brainwashing YOU as a
constant reminder of what a lowlife cocksucker you are! 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
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