Date: Fri, 30 Sep 2011 10:25:25 -0500
From: CAMERON BROCK III <cameronbrock3@gmail.com>
Subject: IF HE HOLLER$ MAKE HIM PAY PART 7 GAY AUTHORITARIAN

IF HE HOLLER$ MAKE HIM PAY.   PART 7


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




Here's another way all you alpha-males can spot a useable fag: fags
often have tiny useless dicks.

See, one of the reasons fags have become dues-paying pain-enduring,
pussyboy cunt-mouth fags is because their dicks are so tiny, they have
no way of being a real man.

Real men don't suck cocks. Real men don't serve other men. Real men
don't allow themselves to be kicked around and laughed at.

But fags with tiny clit-size cocks are obviously only BORN to serve
real men. What ELSE can they do? They were born to suffer and to serve
the pleasure of real men who were born with decent-sized cocks.

It's true there is the occasional fag with a fair-sized cock, but even
then, with the right training, you can break him for your use so that
he knows he's really a pussyboy with a useless clit-dick eager to
serve you.

Well anyway I have decided to introduce the Fag of the Month. These
will either by case studies of guys I already use regularly. Or fags I
have just recently met and broken into faggotry.

Ever since I was fifteen and figured I could reduce middle-age men
like Fag Gifford to quivering needy putty in my hands by turning them
into fag cocksuckers, I have gradually honed my skills.

At the beginning with Fag Gifford, teaching him to suck my toes, then
pay me, whipping him while he kept putting more and more money on the
coffeetable everytime he screamed, making him collect his own porn and
watch it constantly on his computer, pay money, and even making him a
recording which he was to keep constantly running in his ears while he
was at work, FagRadio (which he has to pay me for the privilege of ).
And then he pays me money for the privilege of paying me money.

That seems to get his little clit dick gooiest of all. The humiliation
of having to pay for his total abuse and humiliation.

All of this stuff I learned accidentally, as I slowly gained complete
and total control over Fag Gifford, but now I've turned it into kind
of an art form, calibrating my techniques so that I know how to get a
fag to his knees any time I want.



If your faggot isn't already a faggot with an open mouth, and eager
butt pussy, and an open wallet, then you can easily turn him into one
by torturing his wormy little dicklet.

This is all a fag's clit is good for anyway. It is always
super-sensitive, and,  Occasionally it even gets fagslime everywhere,
but it really is just a tiny tab of flesh that will just help you
control your fag all the better.

For instance when I first saw Fag Gifford's little clit dick for the
first time, I couldn't stop laughing.  I couldn't believe there were
actually such disgusting mutant creatures in this world who were
walking around imitating men, but who actually had dicks as tiny as
that?

I'm mean, geez, WHY BOTHER?

No wonder they are automatic slaves to real men!

Natural fags are definitely a lesser species, and the sooner they
realize it, the better off they are.  They're actually happier serving
real men. They're happier getting stripped naked and laughed at.  I
mean, at last they are relieved of their secret shame of being
useless-dicked cocksuckers who are only meant to serve as convenient
holes for the cocks of real men.

When I told Fag Gifford to strip for the first time Gifford just sort
of stood there in his baggy white underwear, looking pale, ashamed,
confused.

I said, "Even your panties, fag. As my fag you'll be naked around me
all the time unless I tell you otherwise. That's to remind you how
inferior you are. Get rid of all your underwear, and take those
panties off for starters."

Fag Gifford took his shorts down and I saw his really tiny dickie. No
wonder he was so reluctant.

Damn! I didn't know whether to barf or to laugh!

It was really pathetic, that little pink wormie of his, and it was a
disgusting little snail of flesh, all oozy and drooly and trying to be
hard, plus a teeny little baggie at the bottom that musta been about
the size of one prune. If the stupid fag HAD balls, they were the size
of raisenets, and were shrunken up into his body out of fear of what I
might do to them. Or embarassment.

Damn, I can't imagine even being a man having to walk around all day
with such a microscopic little toolkit!!!

I thought it was like he was deformed or something, some little mutant
worm, some tiny pink mushroom fungus dick, but I later learned it was
perfectly natural for a full-grown middle-aged fag to have a tackle
box so tiny.

Most of them do, and they suffer from deep inferiority complexes when
they see the equipment of a real man.  Fags almost automatically go
into modes of deep cocksucking faggot pussyboy servitude when they
know their in the presence of a real man's cock.

If not, you can soon teach them. They sometimes dream about what it
must be like to have a real cock, a cock so huge between his legs.
That is why will always try to suck a real man's cock when it can.

Once I stopped laughing at the tiny little dicklet this full-grown man
had,...  well, I don't know why, it was just sort of the automatic
reaction you might have-- like when you see a bug on the kitchen
floor.

WHAM!

I karate-kicked that little clit-dick and raisnets a good hard swift
kick with my foot. To me, it felt soo fucking good smacking it to
smithereens, like some longtime pent-up destiny finally happening.

But even to Fag Gifford it must've been good. A relief to finally get
what he knew he deserved. He deserved pain. He was born for pain. And
he was finally getting it. And to have a real man do it to. Kick him
smack in the tacklebox.

 You should've heard him scream! Should've seen him hold himself and
dance around the room in absolute agony.  It was hilarious! I wished
I'd taken a video of that stupid fag doing his stupid fag dance, but I
have since gotten plenty of vids of him.

It was so much fun I just automatically wanted to kick it again.

I looked at the fag doubled over and screaming in pain and red with
agony and humiliation and said, "Move your hands out of the way,
faggot."

He just kept screaming and trying to protect his little fig clit.

"Faggot, I said move your fucking hands out of the way! Move'em now!"
I bellowed at him.

He reluctantly removed his hands
 exhibiting that throbbing slimey little snail clit, and I gave that
tiny pink target another hard kick.

LOL! The faggot practically turned blue in screaming agony. He fell to
the ground, wallowing and grovelling, trying to crawl into a corner,
but I just kicked him in the butt, so his legs spread out reflexively,
and I spotted that puny shrivelled nutsack, aimed for it, kicked him
right in the raisenets. The fag  howled, but i kept kicking,
alternating kicks between the nutsacks and his clit-dick, kicking the
nutsacks again and again in between kicking his clit-dick. God, it
felt so goddamn fucking good watching him squirm and cry and try to
protect himself but never knowing where i was going to kick him next.
Just when he thought it was over and was reduced to mere panting on
the floor, I'd give him another kick. And he'd squirm all over again.
I thought to myself that this here is what a fag is really for, to
kick around, and this is what its little clit is made for, just to
torture, something that would amuse me, something to abuse him with,
something to control him by, something to amuse me.

>From that day when I was fifteen year old kicking the worm-dick of a
middle-aged pussyboy slave, that was what it was for. I realized it
was my role as a superior male to ALWAYS do this to inferior fags,
kick their dicks and make them pay for being natural born fags. Ah!
this was the life!

Kick. Scream. Kick. Scream.

Damn, this was fun!

Kick, Scream. The fag just could never stop yelling for some reason.

When I'd finally got done with the kicking I decided to see what else
I could do to punish the fag for having such a tiny clit.

Well honestly, to me, compared to my full man-size cock even at
fifteen, that puny little thing hanging off Fag Gifford really did
look like the clits i'd seen on some women, tiny little buds of flesh
sticking out of their bush of hair, just sort of wiggling around there
and sliming itself.You couldn't even call it a dick.

Well when I'd got done having fun just kicking the bejeezus out of his
little fag tab doohickey, I decided to see what else I can do with it.

The fag was still bawling his head off but I made him sit on the
floor, spread his legs and try to press that little pink mushroom head
on the floor.

It was so tiny the faggot twerp barely could manage it.

"Hold it out there, I wanna step on it."

This really made the fag turn into a total spazz: "oh please please
please, sir, please, don't, please don't STEP on it!!!!"

"C'mon now you know you deserve it."

"Please don't STEP on my dick!"

"That's not EVEN a dick. Now hold whatever it is there that you have
between your legs so I can step on it."

"oh no..."

"Oh yes, you've been wanting this for a long time."

"Oh sir, but it HURTS!"

"Sposed to hurt, fagboy. That's why I'm doing it. Because I can."

"Please sir, no!" It was a grovelling mass of begging aching fagflesh.
And all because I could do whatever I please to his tiny little worm.

"Oh yeah. From now on, this is what you're supposed to get done to
you. Every superior man can step on that thing. And every man on earth
is superior to a fag like you. In fact, you will offer it up, and
allow any superior male to step on your inferior fag dick."

"No no no no no no no!" the fag was begging, and there was already a
puddle of fagslime under his clit. "No no no no no no!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

"Yes yes yes yes yes yes yes," I laughed. "Hold that wormhead out
there, fagboy, I wanna squish it good."

And so he did. Dutifully, he stretched it as best he could, and when I
could see the little pink tip of his clit, I stepped on it, slowly
grinding it beneath the sole of my foot and then gradually putting all
of my weight upon that disgusting useless slithery little weenie-pud
of his.

God that felt better than good! Torturing the living daylights out of
a total fag just by standing up on my feet. It felt right! It felt
natural. Like this was what I should be doing. Stepping on litte fag
dicks. Like I shoulda been doing this all my life.

It just felt indescribably perfect and ecstatic, me, a fifteen year
old kid stepping on the useless excuse of a maggot of a full grown
man. There was just something in it, of some kind of surge cosmic
correctness that this was the way the world is supposed to work. I was
in heaven, all was right with the world, etc.

 It felt sort of like when you step on bubble-wrap and and one of the
bubbles is about to pop. Or like popping a pimple.

After I was done crushing his little fag-maggot. I bent over and
looked down at it the snivelling fag's squished bugmeat.

It was still sort of all mashed and red. Could even see the grid marks
where my sneaker stood, I swear it looked like the tiniest little
hamburger patty just off the grill! And it was still juicing too. Like
i'd squished its insidesout, a little popped blister and its pus had
poppped out.  Had he actually cum while i stood on it? Damn!

If anything it was even tinier than before!  I couldn't stop laughing
at it.  If anything even more slime was coming out of it.  The fag was
crying his head off but I just smacked him one, and he quietened down
some.  Of course all this screaming was gonna cost him a ton of money,
 enough to get me that new motorscooter I wanted.

Even then, in the back of my evil adolescent mind, I wondered if I
might get the fag so well-trained that the ONLY way it ever COULD cum
would be if I stepped down fucking hard on his clit-head.It's goo
would squish out like bug-guts.

And if that was the way the fag could ever cum, well then, wouldn't it
always be BEGGING for it and HOPING that I would step on it-- again
and again and again?

I had so much fun doing that,  I wanted to see what else I could do
with that clit.

I swear it was like a new toy. I tried a little bit of everything. I
made him put clothes pins on it. Made him attach them all around his
balls and then line them up on his weenie. Then made him clamp a few
on his poor abused clit head. Made him stand up and shake it around.
Then he crumpled to the ground and started begging for relief. He even
screamed when he took them off.  Stupid fag just wasn't happy with
anything.

Even just pinching it and listening to him yowl was fun.  I made him
tie a string around the head of it -- TIGHT so that it bloated up and
was hilariously purple little mushroom-head, then I led him around the
house by it,  teaching him to heel then follow, then I'd run as fast
as I could, and fag gifford would be trying to keep up so I wouldn't
rip his little dickie off.

I made him spread his legs in an armchair, took a cigaret lighter and
started singing the hairs off his little nutsack one by one. It was
fun watching them sparkle as they sizzled off, he would jump, and cry.

When I was done, all his hairs around his nutsack were gone and his
nutsack was cooked medium rare.  What I liked best was MAKING him keep
his legs spread while he endured his torture.

LIke I said before, I don't like to immobilize my fags too much, I
like to make it so they're practically VOLUNTEERING for whatever
torture they receive.  Whenever he yelped and I singed a little too
much of his ball flesh I'd say something like, "C'mon now, we're not
done yet. You know you need to get the rest of those hairs off. Now
open those legs and beg me to roast your nuts some more."

Eventually he was practically saying a hysterical mantra of "Please
sir, roast my nuts, please sir, roast my nuts, please sir, roast my
nuts."

That way he's voluntarily in his fag space, and obedient to everything I say.

When he was finally reduced to a quivering mass of blubber and his
so-called genitalia were nothing but raw crude nerve endings, I spit
on him and told him that was all for having such a tiny fag dick.

He said almost automatically, "I'm sorry for having such a tiny fag dick."

"Of course you are. Cause that means you will always be laughed at
about it, and it will only be used to torture you and control you
with. You will hardly ever get a chance to cum with it, the way real
men are supposed to do. I doubt that little nubbin of yours can cum
very much anyway, but if I ever give you permission to try, it will be
a very rare time, and maybe I'll only let you jack that sorry excuse
for a clit, only while you're experiencing the utmost pain and
humiliation. It's so small it doesn't DESERVE to cum. You don't need
to cum anyway. You only need to serve real men. If you don't cum, that
means you will be more focussed on making sure that your superior men
are feeling more pleasure. You may never cum again if I decide so. You
deserve only more pain because you're a maggot faggot. And maybe this
will teach you that I'm the one that deserves all the attention and
pleasure."

His poor mind was so shattered that all he could just do was cry at
what he had been reduced to. I'd cry too if I was a poor stupid
middle-aged fag doing anything anything anything just to get a chance
to suck a real hot hard teen cock like mine.


I picked up all my money off the coffeetable and calculated how much
the fag would owe me after all that screaming he did today.

Even while he was blubbering away I decided to fuck his stupid fag
ass. Just lubed it up and eased it on in that fresh-whipped fagcunt
pussyhole of his, all hot and grasping and slathering itself over my
cock. With every inch he let out a howl, yet seemed to be turning
himself inside out in order to get more of my cock into him.

My cock, by the way, is huge. It is long, it is large, it is round and
red, with all sorts of fun veins and ridges for cocksuckers and
asscunts and real cunts to explore on the way down to my crotch-hairs
and big flopping man-sized nutsack.

If you're not getting your holes filled by my cock you can still tell
it's a giant just by the movements you see flopping around in my
basket in even my loosest pair of pants.  Don't think I don't see all
the looks I get from the ladies AND the guys, plus the fags
practically drool with their tongues hanging out.  Hell, even the
straight guys can't help but steal a glance to try to gauge the size.

Even if "Mt.Cameron" wasn't visible from a block away, you'd know my
cock was monumental by my sheer attitude. Most men with large cocks
are very sure of their place in the world. And I am at the very top.
Having such a big cock gives me rights of manhood that most men merely
dream about. Almost everywhere I go, I am the king and to fags even a
god, and I deserve all the privileges and the perks that the world
gives me.

My cock, I discovered, not only has the power to open mouths and asses
and pussies, but it also has the power to open doors. Doors to even
more power and privilege. When you have a big cock like mine, you'd be
amazed how much the world cows to you, bends over and let's you take
whatever the fuck you want.  I can walk into a room and guys can just
somehow sense there is a presence far more superior than they.  Fags
especially are attuned to these qualities and therefore are
particularly worshipful.Hell sometimes when I start to break a fag I
just make him pull out both our cocks and hold one up beside the
other. The fag has to compare my jumbo sausage of a cock with his
little pea-size pricklet.  Sometimes the fags just break down and cry
right then and there.

Fucking a cash-paying pussyhole like Gifford, raping his little
tortured cunthole with my fuck-club is one of the best ways to top off
a good evening of abusing a fag and putting him in his place.

Damn. It felt good to finally be getting my own back on some of the
lame-ass grown ups i had to deal with!

Some teacher got on my case, I'd come over and whip the shit outta fag
Gifford, my parents started bothering me about my grades, I'd come
over and play stomp the fag-clit for a few hours with Gifford. After
I'd broken in the neighbor fag for the evening, I'd feel tons better.

I wondered how many other grown men were walking around wanting to be
used abused and humiliated.

My natural alpha-teen instincts told me that after a beating like
today, Fag Gifford would probably have his doubts again about all he
was doing. He would be worrying this was going too far.  He might go
into hiding again.

But I just smiled now, knowing how I'd handle it.

The fag would spend his days and nights worrying about it, practically
torturing himself,  and jacking off his little useless squashed pud
thinking about me laughing at him, hurting him, and wondering why it
all really seemed so right even though it meant so much pain to him.

He'd even feel sooo guilty about his unapproved orgasms, that even
they wouldn't bring him the pleasure that I could just by stepping on
him.
Soon enough he'd come back to me groveling for some more.

I'd laugh and come back and give him a few good strokes--of my belt.

He would spend more days concentrating on FagTV (the punishment
channel with pics just of fags being whipped, humiliated, tortured and
trained) seeing in the pics how he could be a more obedient and
subservient fag. How his own humiliation actually pleased and
entertained his master.


Fag Gifford would pay for his retreat so that every time he thought
about backing out, he'd feel more trapped than ever, knowing that it
would cost him, in every way.






Fags are writing in and offering to buy me stuff as a natural tribute
to my superiority. Electronic gadgets.  Comic books. Shaving supplies,
sandals, knapsacks, mp3s, tablets, camping equipment. Or cold hard
cash via paypal to contribute to my college fund.

They pick stuff from my wish list at amazon and/or send me money
through paypal, and it's funny when they come up with their own ideas,
because it gives ME ideas too.

One fag just offered to buy me cigars from an on-line cigar store. I'm
not much of a smoker, but I DO like to kick back and kick a stupid fag
and smoke a fine cigar from time to time. Sometimes I share the cigars
with my fellow alpha-males--as well as the fag.

I've even told this particular dues-paying fag to give me some ideas
about how to torture a fag using a cigar.

I sort of like the idea of giving one fag the assignment of figuring
out ways to entertain me by torturing another fag. Keeps both fags
busy trying to out-fag each other for my entertainment.

You guys already know how I'm breaking in my geek roommate, Jeremy is
his name,  here at college.  I'm doing it deliberately slowly. I'm
operating with glacial slowness on his psyche, disintegrating it
molecule by molecule. Hell he already bought most of this year's
textbooks!

He's like my own personal scientific/psychological experiment. My
laboratory mouse.

The geeky fag doesn't know it but, bit by bit, he is giving up his
freedom of choice.

I decide what we eat at night. I decide how he cooks it. I decide if
it is cooked well or not. I decide how the furniture is arranged in
our dorm--and the stupid fag relinguishes to my command all of these
life decisions.

In fact geek fag Jeremy seems almost relieved to not have the burden
of deciding. Which is one way you can tell a fag. Fags LOVE to be told
what to do. They become even more docile and subservient when they
spend a few days of enforced listening to FagRadio, a recording of me
reminding them that it is their duty to serve and obey superior men.

I might even phone little geekfag Jeremy up and tell him I forgot to
bring one of my textbooks to class, and could he bring it over? It
doesn't matter if he's in the middle of a class, or he's busy cleaning
the apartment (he knows I like it spotless), he usually drops
everything and brings my books over and puts them, almost gratefully,
on my desk.

I might say, "Thanks." And then geek fag always says, "Oh, no problem at all."

LOL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Now you've prolly seen those annoying pretensiously hypersensitive
people who walk into a room and deliberately do a fake dramatic cough
and wave their hand in front of their face and say aloud, "Ewwww!
Somebody's been SMOKING in here!"

Well that's what my roommate geek fag does at the least whiff of demon
tobacco. Like the world as we know it is going to crumble if a tobacco
particle enters his sensitive nostril.

What he doesn't know yet (but is going to know soon) is that I DO
enjoy an occassional cigar about once a month.

Since I already know this is something he can't stand, I've decided it
will become what we in the Fag Psychology Biz call "a control point".

I've decided I'm going to sprawl myself on the sofa, relaxing in my
boxershorts, while I kick back and puff away on a big cigar. Blowing
smoke rings.

Since I've decided my little geek fag roommate is going to be my
little laboratory mouse, the guy I can do my experiments on breaking
in a fag slowly without him even realizing it,  it will be fun to see
his fag face when he gets a whiff of the cigar smoke.

How's he going to deal with it?

How much you wanna bet he just politely takes it?

How much do you wanna bet that I'll even be using his rectum as a
humidor by next year?

I can do this slowly and almost imperceptibly (like with my geek
roommate), or I can do this swiftly like I did with this guy I met at
the mall the other day.


This particular online cigar store offers a "Cigar of the Month Club"
so the fag will have the assurance that he's making an automatic
monthly tribute to my superiority. And probably putting some other
deserving fag through some deservedly excruciating agony in the
future.

But this gives me other ideas.

I figure what with my having to go to college and all,  I can probably
break in one new fag a month, so I think I'll write about how I'm
doing it. I'm in talks with my fraternity about keeping some fag
slaves at the frathouse. I figure some of these will be a part of my
case studies when I finally do my psychology thesis.

I've decided to start introducing the Fag of the Month.

That guy I met at the mall doesn't know it yet, but he's going to be
my first Fag of the Month.  I'll tell you all about how I did it next.







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

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

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 Masters report that it makes their cocksuckers even faggier
than ever.

It will be a help to fags AND the world because fags will more readily
offer themselves up as fags to be used by superior men. As the fag
that you know you are, it will help you better acknowledge the fact
and make it easier for you to get over any qualms about serving your
true masters: real men.


Hell, even send some donation to Nifty.org for even giving you the ability
to fanta$ize your $icko fantasies like Dean Deere.

Later!