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If He Hollers, Make Him Pay - 3 
by Cameron Brock III (cameronbrock3@gmail.com)

***

I've devoted my life to subjugating and manipulating 
creatures weaker than myself (faggot cocksuckers, 
mostly) and enslaving them for purposes of my pleasure 
and improving my overall quality of life. What follows 
is not really a story but my memoranda, notes, 
studies, general sketches for my eventual graduate 
paper studying the true nature of a subspecies known 
variously as cocksuckers, queers, faggots, etc. Make 
of it what you will. It's all true. (MM, nc, 1st-gay-
expr, oral, anal, mc) 

***

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 its 
sounds weird but it's all fucking true because people 
really are like this. A guy couldn't make up all the 
freaking stuff. Don't read it if you can't stand the 
truth about adults.

***

But getting back to that sick fag Mr. Gifford.

Here was the very first middle-age full-grown cuntboy 
who figured out he should pay me if he ever wanted the 
honor of being abused by me and the privilege of being 
near a real man's body.

First I felt sorry for the fag. A full grown man. 
Stripped naked. Begging to suck my fag cock. Pleading 
to suck my fresh fifteen-year-old cum. Practically 
having a fit at the prospect of being owned and 
controlled and used by a fifteen-year-old kid.

But that's the way fags are, right? I was just 
beginning to realize that if kids like us didn't take 
advantage of these cocksuckers, it was even more cruel 
than ignoring them, right?

I figure there are guys who are just born that way. 
Born to be fags.

Born to be cocksuckers. Born to be subservient, right?

They're lesser creatures. These creatures born that 
way and secretly they crave to be made to serve, but 
they seldom find the right guy to do it to them in the 
right way so they can be restored to that point of 
their natural state in life.

Society misleads fags with all this "all men are 
equal" shit, and fags have a hard time letting that 
go. The facts show that fags are NOT equal. Scientific 
research indicates that faggots have a deepseated 
psychological desire to serve. It's been proven that 
faggots are mentally and physically aroused by the 
hormones of real men. Hormones which their systems 
crave and need, and can only get the essence of by 
swallowing the jizz of real men. It's like a vitamin 
deficiency. They go crazy if they can't get it. And, 
deep down, fags know this. Laboratory research has 
determined that this is what makes fags such natural 
slaves.

From what I'm reading in my Psych 101 books, you see 
this in the wild all the time.

A pecking order. There are alpha males, beta males, 
and even lesser males. Omega males.

They even found out that the alpha males, the ones at 
the top of the pecking order have MORE testosterone 
than the other males, so it's really all perfectly 
natural there SHOULD be some men who are dominant and 
other men who are subservient.

If you read your history too, you'll see that the 
losers of battles "paid hommage" to the alpha male 
winner by getting on their knees and kissing the 
winner's feet, or the ring of his hand. And even this 
was just a ritualized way of kissing and/or sucking 
the winner's cock developed from more primitive 
societies.

In more primitive societies (and in many primates) the 
loser males are constantly forced to suck and serve 
the alpha males to maintain their lowly status in the 
social order of things.

Also the alpha male just plain deserves the pleasure 
of a blowjob offered up by the loser.

Speaking of losers, Mr. Gifford was one of the most 
natural submissive faggy cocksuckers I'd ever met.

This true loser faggot whose real purpose in life was 
to suck a real man's cock. Problem was, the poor 
stupid fag had just bought into all this "equality" 
shit that society was teaching him for so long that it 
took awhile to strip him back down to his actual 
purpose in life.

A fag like Gifford quickly fell into place once he 
realized he could give me money in order to "pay 
hommage" to me. That included doing my homework, 
washing my clothes, fixing me dinner, washing my car 
(which once was his car), making regular paypal 
contributions, giving me gifts and paying me cold hard 
cash.

Like I said, when I was 15 I started mowing my 
neighbor's grass regular cause he was going through a 
tough break-up with his wife who got custody of his 
teenage daughter. Mr. Gifford would invite me in for 
some lemonade afterwards.

I couldn't help but notice how Gifford would stare at 
my grass-stained shoes. Or he'd be peeking at one of 
the rips in my work jeans.

I was beginning to wonder what made him and his wife 
break up, and started figuring it was probably cause 
Mr. Gifford was secretly a queer because he was 
practically eating up my body with his eyes when he 
let me stretch out in the comfortable chair and put my 
feet up on the coffeetable.

He started asking stuff. Like was I seeing any girls? 
dating girls? having sex with them? What was it like 
having sex with them?

Well hell yeah. By the time I was a hung fifteen-year-
old, girls were practically throwing themselves under 
me! I thought that happened to EVERYBODY but 
apparently not to dudes like Mr. Gifford.

Then he started asking me about details. About what I 
did with the girls.

Like HOW did I fuck with them. Like what sort of 
things I did with them that really turned me on. Like 
he was taking notes, or writing a report on it or 
something. What noises did they make? What sort of 
stuff did I say to them? How many times could I come 
when I kept fuckin' em?

I have to admit that by 15 I already realized I was 
stud material. Nobody but nobody in my gym lockerroom 
had the size dick I had. Plus I worked out all the 
time so my bod was some kinda perfect physique.

Of course tThe girls went wild and got their pussies 
all wet just trying to get my clothes off. And that's 
what I told Mr. Gifford I did.

First I made them strip completely naked for me. Then 
when their tits were jiggling and their pussies were 
obviously juicey for me, really fiddled with my 
fingers till they were juicing and groaning, I ordered 
them to take my clothes off bit by bit.

First my shirt so they could admire and play with my 
pecs and my abs. Then my shoes and socks, and 
sometimes I'd make 'em suck for awhile on my big toe. 
This was always fun because then they didn't squeal so 
much when I bent over the cunts and slapped their 
butts or fingered their pussies from behind. Plus this 
made them all the more hotter to get my pants off.

By then they were really needing some of this Cameron 
cock 'n cum, I told Mr. Gifford, and watched him 
twitch there on the sofa. Something seemed to quiver 
deep within him, almost as if he himself had a pussy, 
a secret pussy inside him, just juicing up when it 
heard about my cock.

Mr. Gifford's pussy mouth was practically salivating 
by the time I got around to telling him about my cock 
and how I made the girls pull it out of my shorts with 
their mouths. How it almost always choked them when 
they tried to swallow it, how my balls would sometimes 
nearly smother them. And how fucking their nice tight 
pussies with my big thick dick practically made them 
pass out from all the cumming they did on top of it.

"And how many times did you fuck them?" Mr. Gifford by 
this time had snuck a pillow over his crotch, just to 
cover up the wet spot in his pants.

Ï'd say, "Ah, you know, three or four fucks for the 
first go around. I don't even like to take my cock out 
of 'em when I cum in their pussies. A lot of times I 
just leave it stuck up in there after I cum while I 
play with their tits awhile, pinching their nipples, 
making their boobs bounce around, maybe sneaking my 
finger around in their ass, slapping their butt. You 
know how it is when you fuck a girl, Mr. Gifford. Once 
you're all the way up there, you might as well leave 
it there till your good and done. You know how that 
is, don't you, Mr. Gifford?"

(I later found out Mr. Gifford had almost nothing to 
put up in a girl, practically a clit dick, plus he 
came as quick as a jackrabbit, little loser dribbles 
of fag-slime, then went limp so there was no way he 
could satisfy his wife. This just made him perfect 
true fag material, but anyway.)

"I just leave my cock up in their pussies, and all my 
pinching and pulling and jostling, and sometimes I 
make her reach down and feel how my cock is in her 
pussy all the way to the hilt, and make her feel my 
balls that are gonna pump her full of about a gallon 
more cum. And by that time her pussy is squeezing and 
oozing around my cock just to make it all hard again 
and keep it there inside her, so I get hard and fuck 
her several more times until I finally pull out. It's 
kind of funny to see that fucked-wide-open gash of 
hers all bloated and red and dribbling with my cum. I 
make her stick her finger in my goo and scoop some of 
it out and eat it. And tell her that she better get 
used to the taste of my cum anyway since she's going 
to be drinking it straight from the faucet next. You 
know how it is, Mr. Gifford. Girls are crazy for cock 
like that. Once I give them a taste they'll do 
anything for more. Girls love cock."

And then Mr. Gifford said, almost in a hypnotized 
whisper, "And even some guys."

"Guys like you, you mean," I said, wiggling my toes in 
front of him. "Mr. Gifford," I said, taking a sip from 
my cool refreshing lemonade and squinting my eyes so 
they lasered into his fag soul: "Are YOU a fag?"

For two seconds a monumental struggle seemed to 
torment Mr. Gifford then he confessed, "Y-yes I am. Oh 
god yes. I-I'm a f-fag."

Mr. Gifford seemed almost relieved to tell me. It even 
felt good to hear it. Poor guy. Probably been waiting 
all his life to say that in front of a man.

"Then you probably ARE a fag." And I just started 
saying some things that come naturally to me.

Things that are natural for a real man like me to say. 
"It's good for you to admit it. It's good for you to 
accept it. Being a fag is going to make you miserable 
because fags are SUPPOSED to be sort of miserable. 
That is their lot in life. But it's always at least 
less miserable if you admit it. If you let it out. If 
you tell guys you're a fag and that you need to serve 
them. Do you need to serve me?"

"Yes, I-I need to serve you." His words were gushing 
out in short relieved breaths. "I'm a fag. I'm a fag. 
I'm a fag and I NEED to serve you. I need to serve 
you, Oh God, I need it soooo bad!! Please please 
please let me serve you, Cameron. I'll do anything. 
Anything. Please. I'm a fag."

I said, "Okay okay. Relax. Take it easy... fag."

That's when he nearly wiggled in what I would later 
recognize was a sort of faggot ecstacy. Mr.Gifford 
stammered: "why don't you take off your shoes and 
relax?"

So I did. The stupid fag was really drooling when he 
saw my fifteen-year-old naked feet.

I wiggled my toes a little just to tease him. He 
shuddered with yet still more of that faggot ecstacy, 
and I could tell he was practically orgasming not only 
in his jeans but somewhere deep in his desperate pervy 
soul.

"Please," Mr. Gifford finally broke down. His voice 
was all squeaky and beggy like a faggot's "Could I 
just maybe kiss your-your toes just a little while? 
Just please let me kiss your toes. You don't have to 
do anything. Just relax there."

I acted super-offended, grossed out. Started calling 
him a pervert, queer toelicker, footsucker, cumbreath. 
Every name seemed to free his inner fag. Cum dump. 
Cuntmouth. Pussyboy. He was just nodding his head in 
agreement.

The stupid fuck offered me even MORE money if I just 
would just please, just please let him suck. I smeared 
the balls of my feet in his face and his tongue 
started slobbering all over the soles of my sweaty 
feet.

He slurped: "I won't tell anybody, I-I promise! Oh 
god, please!"

Seemed like the worse I treated him, the more Mr. 
Gifford liked it.

The hungry fag acted like I was doing him a favor.

Well I took the money that was on the coffee table 
supposedly for mowing grass.

I said, "Well okay, I guess you can get your thrills 
just kissing my toes. Go ahead. Get down there and 
kiss my feet. Lick 'em and suck 'em."

You woulda thought it was the biggest treat in the 
world! Man, the way Mr. Gifford got down on all fours. 
He put his lips to my toes and made all sorts of 
sloppy faggy noises he was was grateful to just be at 
my feet.

I couldn't believe it! A grown man! Licking the toes 
of a fifteen-year-old!

I have to admit, it felt good too. Just being fifteen 
years old, and having this much power over a grown 
married man.

When I told him to lick the jam between my toes, he 
actually did it. When I told him to see how many toes 
he could fit into his mouth, he really tried to fit 
them ALL in! And when I told him to suck on my big toe 
the way he would suck on my cock, this grown man was 
actually down on all fours trying to follow my orders 
as much as he could.

"Oh god, yes, your cock, your cock, your cock," he 
said as he mouthed my big toe. His lips wrapped 
themselves around my toe, with his tongue lasciviously 
licking. He was panting like crazy and practically 
humping the leg of the coffee table.

Man, if Mr. Gifford paid me money just to lick my 
toes, what wouldn't he do for my cock?

Mr. Gifford never let up on his toe-licking but still 
managed to say, "Please let me do this to your cock. 
Let me have your cock the way you do the girls you 
fuck. I'll give you more. More money. More anything. 
Just... please... let me... let me..."

"That's pretty damn disgusting, " I said. "A grown man 
like you being such a fag after all. Hold still." And 
I sort of slapped him around with my feet some. His 
face got all red but he knew he deserved it.

He was crying some even when he said "I'm sorry Sir."

Sir! He actually called me, Sir. Me, a fifteen year 
old kid who was letting this thirty-something fag kiss 
my toes for money!! He called me SIR! Ha ha!

I don't know quite how to say this but it actually 
felt right. It felt good. It felt like this was what 
we should have been doing all along.

Hell, I probably could've had him licking my feet and 
doing every damn thing I told him to even when I was 
ten years old. That day, not only did Mr. Gifford 
finally get put in his place as a man-serving fag, but 
I suddenly realized that I was discovering my place as 
a superior male. I really WAS better than guys like 
him. I didn't need to be respectful just because he 
was some older cocksucker. I realized I could treat 
him like crap and he'd be down on his knees begging 
for more. That I had qualities and a cock that 
DESERVED to be worshipped by fags.

I had a hunch there were more fags out there willing 
to do more of the same thing. And no telling just how 
far those fags would go.

I threw my socks at him, said something like "Here, 
cunt-face fag, you can have fun rubbing your measly 
little clit dick all around my socks thinking about my 
feet kicking your balls and your butt. Just suck'em 
clean once you spooge 'em with your fag-slime." I 
pictured him humping my socks all night knowing he 
could never really please a woman the way my cock 
could.

Treating him like total dirt just got the fag more 
excited. Mr. Gifford actually seemed grateful. Even 
relieved. No wonder the fag's wife left him. This 
lowlife cunt-face needed to serve cock and a cock-
master.

Then I grinned down at Fag Gifford trying to swallow 
the manly funk of my socks. I said, "Maybe I'll be 
back tomorrow. And you better be ready to do anything 
I say. ANYTHING. You're a fag, and you definitely need 
to be taught your place. You'll leave the door open 
and you'll be naked on your knees just like I do when 
I fuck my women. You better have more money on the 
table and you better be ready to do anything, and I 
mean anything I tell you to do, is that clear, faggot? 
I'm going to train you to serve me properly."

"Yeth! Yeth thir!" Mr. Gifford stared up at me with 
the socks in his mouth. "I'll do anything! Thank you! 
Thank you Sir! I will do anything you say from now on. 
Thank you for letting a faggot like me serve you. This 
is what I need to do."

I still couldn't believe a grown man was on his knees 
with my socks in his mouth, grovelling in front of 
some kid who was 15 years old.

Now, I can't say that I conceived of my entire evil 
plan of finding all the cocksuckers I could and using 
them the way I wanted to all in that one night. But 
pictures of all the different things I would do in 
order to train Mr. Gifford, the way I would go about 
it, all the stuff I would do to him, really started to 
take shape.

How many MORE Fag Giffords were out there? What else 
would they do to serve me? How would they pay homage 
to me? How much would they pay me?

Hell, apparently you could just take over their lives 
because their puny little fag lives weren't worth 
living without swinging on a man's cock.

Sure I had a lot to learn about the minds of 
cocksuckers and cash-fags, but the gist of it was 
there all in that one fateful evening. Over the next 
few months I would work out my technique but it all 
came fairly naturally once I figured it out. I guess 
that's why I'm a natural alpha male.

The next day, sure enough, the door to Mr. Gifford's 
house was open and I just walked right on in like I 
owned the place. (Which I did, actually.)

And there was Mr. Gifford, naked on his knees, his 
pale little body quivering, that useless little clit 
dick just like a little wet button sticking up like a 
sprout in his hairy crotch. He was presenting himself 
to me, me, a fifteen year old boy, to do with him 
whatever the fuck I wanted.

It was a pretty pitiful and disgusting sight, a grown 
man, a faggot really, trembling to learn to be even 
MORE of a goddamn fucking faggot!!

Just pitiful. But fun. This was going to be fun. I was 
going to discover how to make a fag listen to FagRadio 
(training tapes basically), I was going to figure how 
as an obedient faggot he was willing to turn over his 
paycheck, his wife, his daughter, his car, his house, 
just to fucking serve ME! This was going to fucking 
fun and I was going to have fun fucking him.

The very next day he was going to meet me naked and 
suck my cock for as long as I told him. I figured I 
had about 6 or 7 loads of cum in me. I'd tell him if 
he sucked it good, he might even get a chance to feel 
my cock up his faggy cunt asshole. I told him all his 
holes were really MADE to be pussies for me. If they 
weren't trained already, I was going to make sure all 
those holes of his were well-trained hot juicy pussies 
for my use. And he would come to think of his holes as 
just as exactly that after I got done with him.

I even started calculating how much I could make if I 
could rent out those holes to my friends just looking 
for a fag to nut in!

In fact, my cock twitched at the idea of all the fun I 
was going to have that summer. I could feel a drop of 
pre-cum form at the end of my cock just looking at him 
cringing there--and now I knew just who I was going to 
feed it to!!!!! LOL!!!

**

Any fags that wanna show their appreciation to a 
$uperior alpha male like myself, feel free to $how me 
your appreciaton at paypal and/or show me your 
gratitude by getting me something from my gift list at 
amazon under cameronbrock3@gmail.com. If you send me a 
letter at cameronbrock3@gmail.com just remember I 
don't wa$te time just playing with fags who don't know 
how to show their immediate and con$tant appreciation.

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.

That's available for 40 bucks plus 5 bucks shipping 
and manhandling and fagtax at my paypal account of 
cameronbrock3@gmail.com.

Later!

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of
the scenarios in this story; should seriously consider
seeking professional help.
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