Date: Sat, 1 Oct 2011 08:28:53 -0500
From: CAMERON BROCK III <cameronbrock3@gmail.com>
Subject: IF HE HOLLER$ MAKE HIM PAY PART 8 GAY AUTHORITARIAN

IF HE HOLLER$ MAKE HIM PAY   PART 8


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.




This is one thing I did to my geeky fag roommate this morning to
remind him how superior I am:

We were both getting ready to go to class and the queer was in the
shower too long so I just opened the door and helped myself to the
bathroom. He yelped "Hey!" while he sort of covered his crotch with
his hand, while I pulled my cock out to pee.

He whined, "Um, Cam, don't you know how to knock?"

"You're taking so long and I really needed to take a piss. Hey, what
you covering up in there? What're you so shy about, I mean we're both
MEN around here right?"

I just reached into the shower and pulled his hand away from his
crotch before he could stop me.

Ï swear that dick was a little butterbean size dick! He's got this
tall skinny geeky body, so on him that minuscule genitalia looked even
MORE pathetic, ha ha!, that little butterbean cock, a stub sticking
out of his bush of hair.

I dunno, I guess when you see a tall lean geek like him you might've
expected the long dangling cock of a REAL man.  But no.  He was a fag
alright.

Yet another measly-dicked fag who would soon be under my thumb. Or under my
ass.

I could imagine him ATTEMPTING to fuck a girl in high school and her
just laughing her ass off. That is, if geek fag even ever dared to try
to fuck a girl with a stubbie that size.

He was prolly too shy and just tweaked it with his fingers till he
slimed, imagining how fucking good it must feel to be able to have
cockmeat enough to have to use two hands. Naturaly his mind would
already be focussed on the superiority of having a full-size cock. It
wouldn't take much to get him devoted to someone else's cock.

I thought how much fun that little butterbean of his would be to
torture. I'd just rubberbands at it, or use my paintball gun and aim
right for his little bullseye crotch or butt.
 How many ways I could keep him in line just by reminding him of his
tiny useless cock that no woman would ever want.

I just laughed as I let him watch me piss and made sure he got on
eyeful of my overflowing handful of pissing horsecock.

I just smirked at his little stub and said, "Well maybe ONE of us
ISN'T really a man around here."

And I shook the last drops off my flopping cock and walked out the
bathroom door leaving him cupping little butterbean cock, and made
sure he heard me laughing all the while he was in the shower, so he
knew who had the small laughable cock between us.

I even pretended to call somebody on my cell phone and laugh and
whisper stuff, like I couldn't wait to tell somebody what a tiny cock
he had. I know my wanna-be cocksucker was just listening and turning
red with his utter humiliation there in the shower, cupping his fag
clit WISHING he had the inches of meat between his legs that I
possessed.

Maybe that was the first time he'd seen my whole cock naked, though I
know he couldn't've helped looking whenever I walked around in my
boxers, so now he knew, too, who was the real man around here.

I knew the geek fag would be thinking about that embarassing moment
for him, me laughing at his tiny fag cock,  thinking about it all day
if not the rest of his life. I also knew that while he remembered it,
his little cock would also be getting hard everytime he thought of a
superior alpha-male like me laughing at it.

I think he even sniffled  some little lame-ass line that all
tiny-tooled fags use, like, "Hey, I'm a grow-er, not a show-er!"

Actually I might've even said something like, "No you're not, you're
just a fag." Ha!

I've even taken to secretly sneaking just a few drops of my piss into
geekfag's morning orange juice. Geekfag doesn't realize it, but he's
already getting addicted to the taste of me.





Well anyway the FAG OF THE MONTH is this guy I met at the shopping
mall just last week. I was hanging out at the fountain in the center.

He sat down across from me and couldn't seem to keep his eyes off my
shoes. When he finally caught my eye he told me what nice shoes I had,
How he wondered where I got them.

And I told him some fag bought them for me off the internet. He looked
surprised, then sort of like a caught animal and I continued:

"Yeah, I'm just breaking these shoes in like I break my fags in.
Sometimes I even wear'em out, ha ha!"

I stretched my feet out so he could see the soles of my shoes, the
very soles that had already squashed a dozen fag dicks, and crushed
the spirits of hundreds of fags. I crossed my arms behind my head so I
could stretch out my body really good and he could get a good view of
my crotch too. "Yeah, guys write me and send me money and give me
gifts because they know I'm superior and they know that they're just a
fag. It puts them in their place. They feel better because they're
reminded of how good it feels to them to be obedient to real men."

I paused. I paused for what to him must've seemed like an eternity
while the fag looked from my feet to crotch to my grinning face and
back again. I watched him looking and he saw me watching him looking.

And I said something like,

"The fags I actually take home and treat like shit, they either do
things for me like mow the lawn or clean the bathroom, or they just
pay me cash for the privilege of me putting them in their place.
They'll do anything, ANYTHING just to be near my cock."

The fag might've been drooling if he hadn't been panting with fear and
anticipation, when I said, like,

"Maybe YOU'RE one of those fags."

"Well, I--"

"If you want me to use you properly like a proper fag should be used,
you can follow me out to the parking lot right now."

"I-I don't think--"

"Suit yourself, faggot. " I pulled my feet in and made like I was just
getting ready to leave, like he was wasting my time.

"No! Wait!" He said, desperately trying to stop me, "I mean, yeah, I
guess I'd LIKE to....you know, serve you.  It's just that I'm at lunch
right now." Turned out he said he worked as a shoe salesman over at
one of the department stores in the mall. "Maybe I could meet you
after work...."

Ï just snorted,

"No way. You think this is some kind of fag date or something? You're
gonna SUCK my COCK-- and you're gonna do anything else I tell you to
do. This is your one and only chance to serve a real man like me right
now, or you may never get it again. You either follow me NOW or FORGET
it."

If you're a fag reading this, it's too bad if you don't grab the
opportunity when I real man offers it to you.

Even if a guy like this loser shoe-salesman, can be a total naked
fag-slave, it makes him feel better just to be all faggy and do
fag-stuff even if only for a just a little while.

Most faggots are, like, totally yearning for it.

If they can't be a total fag 24/7, then at least they want a REaL male
to give them the privilege, if only for a few hours, of letting their
real faggy selves go in order to serve at least for a little while.

There's lots of sad little fags all over the world, fags who really
need cocks in their mouths constantly, but who never really give
themselves the opportunity to serve a real man the way they always
dream.

When they're alone and jacking their fagslime into an old sock, that's
all they think about, satisfying and serving a real man,  but can
never quite bring themselves to let go and enjoy the utter humiliation
of being a complete and total obedient and serving naked cocksucker
the way they were born to be.

And I got up and walked away and out the mall, not even knowing or
caring whether the fag had decided to follow me, but sure enough, when
I turned around, there he was, about 20 feet behind me, like some
abandoned puppy hoping to follow me home. He was prolly gonna get
fired just for his overpowering desire to be a cocksucker that made
him leave work.

I didn't give a shit. He's a cocksucker, after all.

I laughed at him again. And THAT seemed to make him even more eager. I
got into my car and he tried to get into the other side, the
passenger's seat, and I said, "No!" like I was scolding this little
puppy,

"Get in the back, idiot!" I said.

And the fag idiot opened the back door and crawled in, and I said,

"No, not on the SEAT! on the FlOOR! Get down on the FLOOR!"

And I said it so fast and so loud and so commandingly that he actually
did it without thinking, cowering in the floor of my car, proof I had
an easily breakable useable fag on my hands. He did exactly what I
ordered him to do.

And I added, "I don't want anybody seeing I'm driving around with a
fag." Which is true, I generally don't like to be seen in the same car
with the fags I'm using.

We got to Fag Gifford's house (MY house actually) and Fag Gifford was
not to be seen because he was already tucked away naked in his walk-in
closet/fag-house getting hypnotized by his FagTV. Even if he did hear
us, he knows better not to come out unless I tell him or if it's
arranged ahead of time that he's supposed to be waiting for me. He
knows it's usually some cheerleader cunt I'm fucking or some other
fag, and he's not allowed to cum out unless I decide to drag him out
and use him for whatever like some little sextoy, or cumrag.

"This is YOUR house?" The shoestore fag said. He was looking around
nervous, and I looked at this sorry little would-be cocksucker
shoe-salesman.

A cocksucker if ever there was one, a guy who spent all day in a loser
nothing job, already helping real men try on shoes, on his knees,
smelling their feet, helping them insert their hot feet into the
shoes.

I didn't answer him. Fags ask stupid questions.

"Lose the pants, cumbreath," and almost as if I were a customer who is
always right, he started taking his pants off so he stood there in his
little dingy white underwear, and I even noticed just the tiniest
little lump and wet spot where his dicklet was.

"You can hand over those pants to me" I said and he offered them up
and I went through the pockets. I found a little card for counseling
services, a massage parlor, an adult bookstore (where he prolly
hung-out fulfilling his need to suck cock), a picture of his mommy.
Then I found his wallet, looked inside and took out the five twenties
that I found tucked away in there, plus the one credit card he had.  I
took them all. He watched this all helplessly.

"Please, um,  sir, don't take my credit card." he was sort of
blubbering, and he looked so helpless and desperate and faggy in his
dingy white underwear with the wet bump in the front.

"Don't tell me what to do fag. Get down on your knees." I snapped at
him and he jumped like I'd tazered his nuts. "Besides, I LIKE this
wallet.  Since you pissed me off, I'm just going to take the whole
fucking wallet. I've got a friend who wants to make a wallet outta the
foreskins and ballsacks of the fags he castrates. Whaddya gonna do
about it fag boy?"

You could see the fag was getting that crybaby look, like helpless
tears were forming in his eyes.

"Why are you down on your knees boy?" I started pulling out my cock.

"Because you told me to."

"True," I said. "But wrong answer." I slapped his face with my cock.

"Why are you down your knees?"

"Because..."

I slapped him again and said, "Wrong answer. Now answer me this time.
Why are you down on your knees?"

And then in his desperation it seemed to dawn on him.

"Because I'm a cocksucker, sir."

"Not quite." I slapped him again with my cock.

"Um, b-because I'm YOUR cocksucker, sir."

"Right answer cocksucker.  And today must be your lucky day! cause you
get to suck MY cock!"


Like I said, there are some fags that I enjoy using slowly and
thoroughly, like my geek roommate, breaking them in ever so gradually
psychologically that they don't even realize they're being broken, and
there are some fags that I just plain like to use, abuse and throw
away because, well, that's just what they were meant for, like tissue
or snot rags or cum rags.

I decided I was just going to have a good time using this fag and
never bother seeing him again.

He had already stripped down to his underwear, he was already on his
knees, and when he saw me just waiting there, he finally took off his
underwear too.

Just as I thought: a little pink four-incher. Skinny little pinky-size
worm. It was one of those dicks that you could never really tell
whether it ever got hard or not.

But then, it was so useless you never really CARED whether it got hard or not.


I said "Pull my cock outta my pants. Pull my cock out and RESPECt it.
Pull my cock out and WORSHIP it." And he shuffled over on his knees
and started respecting and worshipping with his mouth. I said, "Sniff
my cock and balls. Breath'em in." And he did.

I said, "Now suck my cock, faggot." And the fag did.

He started sucking, and before he could catch his breath, I grabbed
his head and punched my cock down his slobbery throat, skullfucking
him all the way down his windpipe.

My cock felt good all the way down that surprised throat of his, while
it was just spasming and gagging away trying like hell to take it, yet
gasping for air at the same time. I held him there, like some speared
fish, thinking how stupid his surprised  choking face looked, his lips
like turning purple in my pubes, pre-cum and slobber and his
fuckjuices dribbling all around my balls and hairs.

He gagged and gagged a half dozen times all the time while I kept a
firm seal on his head, and his mouth all the way down my pole, his
whole body spazzing in shock over gulping all my cock at once.

Finally I let him up and he fell back in a puddle of his own slobber.
Maybe his thin little weenie was drooling.

Sometimes I actually like to make fags throw up with my cock and then
smear their faces in their own vomit.

"I knew you were a hungry cocksucker. Now get back up hear and show me
how you can swallow all my inches."

He said, "Oh god, no, I've never taken anything that big down my
throat. It's killing me. I can't take it. Please! I'll throw up!"

"All the more fun for me, cocksucker! Whatever you throw up, you'll
lick up. Now get back up here between my legs and swallow it all like
a good little cocksucker."

He obeyed me, gagging and gagging, but he couldn't get those last
inches of my cock down to my pubes without me smacking him on the back
of his head, then grabbing his ears and yanking, till I felt his
desperate stretched lips tickling my pubes and the tip of my cock
rubbing deep down beyond his tonsils.

Ï said, "Ahhh, yeah, yer mouth's pure pussy now!"

Snot poured out of his nose. He burbled something and his tongued
slathered where it could.

"Good cocksucker," I smashed  that raped facehole of his, "Good little
cocksucker. Right down your fuckin' throat! Yeah, I like feeling your
throat wrap itself around my dick! Milk my cock!"

There was something down there in that cocksucker gullet that just
coiled itself around my cock and stroked it tight, suctioning my meat
for its cum, sucking for all it was worth, sucking for dear life.
Like some sort of built-in automatic hair-trigger pussymuscle in his
throat like when a cunt gets all excited and starts spasming around on
your cock.

I think cocksuckers are made that way, the pussymuscles in their
throats cause them to automatically clamp around an inserted cock,
making a tight gasket seal that undulates around your dickmeat,
rippling up and down, practically stroking it with his tonsils.
Surprised as it was by my sudden penetration, it still knew exactly
what to do.

It feels so fucking great ya almost forget that a cocksucker
occasionally needs oxygen. Just when he thought he was managing, I
pulled out my dong and bitchslapped his gasping face with it, then
jammed it back all the way down into his gullet in mid-gasp. I did
this a dozen times, porking his throat, then slapping him, then

When I finally let lose the fag was gasping on all fours, frothing
with all sorts of liquids coming out of all his orifices, blotchy
puffying cuntface raw red and smeared with gunk, coughing, spitting,
snotting, hacking, puking, trying to regain his equilibrium, trying to
find some shred of dignity, but there ain't none for cocksuckers like
him once I get done with 'em. His swollen lips realy did look like a
well-fucked pussycunt now, all loose and blubbering and splattering
juices.

I told him, "Now I bet you've learned how to suck it right. A GOOD
cocksucker never lets go of his master's cock unless his master tells
him to.  A GOOD cocksucker always swallows ALL his master's cock. A
good cocksucker never stops trying to suck. In fact, your mouth is
basically a pussy, a pussy that needs cock in it all the time. If you
learn to think about it that way, that your mouth is SUPPOSED to be
dicked practically all the time, that my cock should fit into your
mouth naturally the way a gun fits into a holster, then maybe you'll
be a pretty good cocksucker."

He looked up at my monster cock almost cross-eyed and gulped and
nodded and said he'd try his best.

He said he always thought he had a pussymouth, and he wanted his face
to be a pussy for cock ever since he could remember.

It's so fun watching a grown middle-aged man, naked and begging for a
real for my hard teen cock, so fun to see what a full grown fag do in
his utter desperation for my teen cum. It's fun turning a guy into a
pussyboy.

"Please, yes, I really AM a cunt face!  I wanna be a cunt. I want to
be your cunt.  I want you to stick your dick in me any where you want
to Sir. I want you to turn me into your personal cunt. I'm such a
cunt, I really need your cock in my holes. I've gotta feel that big
cock fucking me somehow!"

I mean a full grown man, I mean, fag, just quivering in expectation
that he might get the chance to worship my cock.  How fucked up is
that? Cocksuckers, once you break them beyond a certain point, got no
dignity whatsoever.

They really open up and focus just on cock and just, like, totally fag out.

As long as they're getting some cock to suck, they're happy.

I said, settling back in my chair, while he crawled in between my
legs, "Tell me more about your stupid pussyface."

"I like to feel like a cuntface--"

"Cool, I'll call you cuntface from now on, cuntface." I splashed
Cuntface good with a dollop of pre-cum when I smacked his ravaged face
with my cock. "Continue, cuntface."

"God it feels sooo good just to open up to a cock like yours!  It
really is like my face and mouth is just a cunt! a pussy! just wanting
to get fucked with more and more cock! I feel so awful and aching and
ashamed and at the same time so fucking good, so lucky, to get to
serve a cock like yours!!!!"

"okay, okay, cuntface," I flicked on the TV. "Enough yapping.  Prove
to me how much of a pussyhole your mouth really is.  Take it deep and
long. Act like your mouth is some kind of twat bouncing up and down on
top of my cock."

The stupid cocksucker got really inspired then, used his mouth, lips,
throat, slobbering and globbing and trying to swallow all my meat.

Every once in a while I felt his pussyboy lips touch my pubes, like
he'd almost got the whole thing in his throat. That's when I'd help
Cuntface out a little, reward him for his efforts, and give his head a
push so his whole face got smeared in my pubes. Held him there till
his face turned bright red. Then let him  up, but damn if Cuntface
didn't just try to go right back down my pole again. I guess he
figured if he did exactly like i told him, he'd get a lot more of my
alpha-teen dick to suck on, that if he just gave me satisfactory
service he might have the privilege to keep sucking on it.

Finally I fucked all my cumwads clean outta my balls and into his
facehole, lubricating his throat-pussy even more with cum, and I could
swear a little of my cum gagged out his nose, but he tried to take it
all. And cunt-throat really did feel like when I take that one last
shove right up into a super-tight spasming orgasming pussyhole so that
it takes all my jizz.

I lay there relaxing from a damn good nut thinking how fun it is using
grown men for fucktoys. So satisfying. They're soooo eager once you
crack'em open. While I lay there letting the faggot suckle on my
loosening cock for awhile, I told him he could lick my feet some too,
and the fag actually thanked me for it, even though he kept wanting to
kiss and lick my dick some more too.

Stupid fag Cuntface couldn't decide. Stupid fag had no manners, and
when he thought I was sprawled out and starting to doze, I saw that he
was quietly trying to reach between his legs and start jacking his
puny little fag-fig right in front of me!

"Gross!" I yelled, "Stupid fag trying to get off in my house!
Goddammit, faggot! Just because I let you suck a REAL cock What makes
you think I wanna even WATCGH a fag trying to satisfy hmself? Messing
up my carpet! Get the FUCK outta my house!"

I pushed him towards the door, he picked up his clothes frantically,
and he kept begging, "Please sir, please sir! I won't try it again
sir, just let me suck your cock again sir, please, please!!!!"

Then I kicked Cuntface out the door so he was scrambling to put on his
clothes naked right there on the front porch.  Some fags got no
manners what so ever, actually DARING to jack off in front of ME!

I peeped in on Fag Gifford blitzed out on his FagTV and FagRadio
intoning in his ear all his mantras about how to be a good cocksucker.
He'd obviously discovered some new pictures that made that had totally
transfixed him while he had his headset tuned in to FagRadio, the
sounds of me telling him what a cocksucker he was, and how he was a
fag born to obey and serve and pay me.

Actually this Fag of the Month, the Cuntface from the shoestore had a
happy ending.

Cuntface didn't get fired for leaving his job to do his natural
service of sucking me.Just severly reprimanded for leaving work early
and demoted to working the teen tennis shoe department (LOL!),  plus
whenever I come by with his credit card to buy stuff, Cuntface even
makes sure I get his employee discount, so everybody's happy all
around.

All this last week the cuntfaced shoe fag has been constantly trying
to hook up with me again in the mall, or trying to get in touch with
me so I'll use him again.

That's the thing with subservient fag losers like Cuntface, once they
finally get a taste of the real abuse they crave--THEY CAnT GET ENOUGH
OF IT.

He's even offered to send me more money by paypal, or buy me some
camping equipment or school office supplies on amazon  if only I'd
honor him with being allowed to lick my cock. He even swore if I gave
him a copy of my FagRadio recording he would listen to it as much as
he could, like during lunchbreaks and even all night long.

Just like some people who write me, he doesn't understand that as a
fag he SUPPOSED to do that for me anyway. There's no trade off. He
doesn't deserve ANYTHING in return. He buys me stuff and pays me
because of the fact that I am a superior male and he's a fag.

If I should happen to want him to suck my cock sometime, then he will
do that too.

I don't know about Cuntface.  Some fags are really just made to be
used once. Then when you throw them out, you know they're going to be
all the more desperate and available to other men who wanna use a
cocksucker like him.

I advised him he should practice exercises that make him look even
more like a cuntface. You know, pucker his lips, leave his mouth
slightly open, make it moist and drooly, and I told him the more he
thought about his face as a cunt, the more his face would really begin
to look like a cunt, and the more men would really want to fuck it,
and that maybe he should get some pics of cunts on the internet and
practice imitating them with his face and keeping them in his head all
day long. It would be good preparation in case man ever wanted to dick
his cuntface again.

Cuntface prolly spends most of his free time now in the adult
bookstore gloryholes, keeping his lips open, swollen, red and drooly,
or trying his damnedest to proposition one of the teen customers whose
feet he got to grope at the shoe store.

Who knows, maybe he'll eventually find some other alpha-teen who will
enjoy really putting the fag in his place. Maybe I'll send one of my
alpha-buddies by to use him, abuse him, and feed him teen cream
regularly.

Still, the last time I left the store, Cuntface had tears in his eyes,
half begging for another chance to suck my cock.  Poor fag was finally
beginning to learn his place.

"Please, Sir," he was stammering quietly. If we hadn't been at his
workplace he prolly woulda been on his knees, clasping his hands
together, imploring, "j-j-just let me, let me serve you in SOME way.
It's like I'm kind of addicted to your cock now, I-I don't understand
it, but it's like I need more and more of it, all the time.The taste
of it is so incredible! I can't stop thinking about it.  I-I feel like
I need to, like I need to serve you somehow, anyway you want."  I
think the FagRadio was taking effect.

While he was signing his very own credit card receipt for stuff I
bought, I told Cuntface I'd give it some consideration.

What do you think?




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 $how
their immediate and con$tant appreciation. Hell, even $end some
donation to Nifty.org for even giving you the ability to fantasize
your sicko fantasies like Fag 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!

Essentially FagRadio is this: it is a sort of guided meditation about
cocksucking and being a fag, and subservience, and obedience, and
making sure that superior men are always served and receive pleasure.

It is about 45 minutes of a recording made by me, a superior male,
telling a cocksucker (like Cuntface, or Fag Gifford, or Geek Fag) who
and what he is, and how he should go about it, and what he should be
more focussed on because he is just a fag. He is a fag, he was born a
fag, and always will be nothing but a fag. And he will be much happier
once he learns to accept it. This is a recording that a faggot might
play in his ears when he goes to sleep at night, or even while he is
out jogging, or even when he is sucking on superior guy's cock for
long periods of time.

Just as with guided meditation recordings to help you relax or
meditate or become richer, this particular recording is meant to help
subliminally reinforce the idea that you're nothing but a stupid
cocksucker and meant to serve real men. You'd even be able to put this
on repeat and listen to it all night long so that it eventually enters
your subconscious so that during the daytime you will be more open to
the idea of your servitude to the world of real men and your low
stature in that world. Hopefully it will make for a better world full
of more docile and obedient cock-serving faggots, more willing to be
used, so that we will all be happier doing our part.

It's sort of like sleep-learning and cognitive therapy,  but a kind of
guided meditation for cocksuckers to learn to accept the fact just
being fags is what they were born for. Fags report that it already
makes them more submissive in everyday life interactions with superior
men. And Masters report that it makes their cocksuckers even faggier
than ever. Fags write me and say they feel happier and less frustrated
because of it. And, because they are more relaxed and receptive to the
ideas, they get even MORE COCKS TO SUCK!

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

I have to say it has some amazing results.

I really DO find that my cocksuckers are much quicker to obey me, they
are much more docile, have less inhibitions about being abused both
verbally and physically,  and I get very good results from it in a
short while, if a faggot is made to listen to it regularly.


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

Later!