Date: Tue, 26 Feb 2013 11:01:25 -0500
From: User <bobgunn@aol.com>
Subject: He Hollered, but Camron Didn't Pay

He Hollered, but Camron Didn't Pay
A true story by Jonah Gunn

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It was going to be a good deal he said. You do all the writing and I'll get
the material for the stories, he said. And in the end, we will both make
money off of these willing faggots. Well, I've done the writing, and more
than my share of the material for the stories, and what do I have to show
for it? Zip. Nothing. Well not exactly nothing. Camron gave me a few
dollars here and there, but nowhere near the 50% that I'm entitled to.

We both are Alpha males with huge cocks and a need to get serviced
constantly. I first found out about using a faggot when I was 14, in 9th
grade. I had a neighbor that was 13. He always wanted to hang around with
me. When we were younger it seemed ok, cause he would always do stuff for
me. Run to get the sodas when we were thirsty. Clean up the toys etc in the
room after we finished playing. As it turns out there is a huge difference
between 8th grade in middle school and 9th grade in high school. I should
have known right away that he was a subfagboy, but I was young and still
learning about such things.


When I told him one day that my leg had a cramp and I wanted him to massage
it, he willingly started to rub it. I was wearing loose fitting shorts so
he had no trouble getting his hands in there. I thought, this is
interesting, as I wouldn't ever think to be rubbing some dudes leg for
him. So I tested the dumb fag. I just kept telling him to rub it higher and
higher, until he was rubbing my crotch and his fingers were brushing
against my balls. I told him to kneel down in front of me so he could get a
better angle, as up to that point he was sitting on the couch next to
me. It was like a light bulb went off in his head, as he slid off the couch
and knelt in front of me. I opened my legs wider to give the stupid faggot
better access to my "sore leg". He just kept rubbing and rubbing. He was
kneeling there on the ground in front of me, crouching back on his heels,
looking up to me waiting for me to tell him what to do. I was now sitting
with my hands behind my head, looking down at him. So I decided to test the
bitch to see if he would do what I told him. I said that my balls were
itchy, and told him to scratch them for me. He stopped rubbing my leg and
got this puzzled look on his face, like he didn't know if I was serious or
not. I had a stern look on my face and said," just do it, boy". He
hesitated for a second or two, but then he reached up and started
scratching my ball sac. I couldn't believe that anybody would be so low as
to scratch another guy's balls. Little did I know just how low faggots
would go. After 20 seconds of him scratching my nuts I told him my cock was
itchy too. Now he had a real dumbfounded look on his face as he pondered
what it would mean to 'scratch' my cock. He reached up under my shorts and
took a hold of my cock. Bingo. Now it was my turn for the light bulb to go
off. I knew I was dealing with a true faggot. It was just a matter of what
I wanted to do with him. I told him to play with my balls with one hand
while he stroked my cock with the other. He looked up at me and said, "but
Jonah, I'm not one of those gay guys". I started to laugh in his
face. "First of all faggot, only faggots call other faggots gay. Real men
call you assholes faggots. Secondly, you have been scratching my balls and
stroking my cock. If that doesn't make you a faggot, I don't know what
does". He hesitated on stroking my cock, so I reached out and slapped his
face. He looked at me with those saddened puppy eyes, like I had just told
him his dog had died. I said, I told you to stroke my cock boy, now do
it. He immediately started to stroke my cock and play with my balls. I knew
I had found my first of many subfagboys.

It took me about 5 minutes or so to cum, with him playing with my balls and
stroking my cock. I just leaned back with my hands behind my head and
watched him jerk me off. I'm not sure if he understood the tell tale signs
of what happens right before a guy shoots his load, but even if he did, he
didn't move out of the way. My first blast caught him square in the eye. He
started to jerk his head back, so I grabbed him by the hair and held his
head in place. The second shot landed on his forehead, as did the third and
fourth. I hadn't cum in almost 24 hours and therefore I was pretty horny
and shot several more vollies onto his face. He just knelt there and took
it. Well I guess he didn't have too much choice, as I was holding onto his
hair so tightly that he couldn't move.

After a minute or so, I told him that my leg was feeling much better, and
that I no longer needed him to rub it. I told him to get out of my house
and to expect a call within the next couple days, in case my leg started to
'hurt' again. Stupid faggot just knelt there with cum dripping down his
face, not knowing what to do. I had to laugh at him, just kneeling
there. He was totally lost. He just jerked me off and sat there while I
shot my hot load all over his face. Little did he know that this was just
the beginning of how I was going to use him as my slaveboy.

Next chapter I will tell you how it really went down when I went over to
Fag Gifford's house with Camron, and how I started using my neighbor fag as
my personal cum dump.

Until then, start sending half of your fag tax to me directly to Pay Pal to
gunn012345@aol.com account. I don't trust Camron to give me any more of the
fag taxes that he currently gets.

Oh and you can bet he will try to convince you that this is all untrue, so
he can keep all the money. Well stay tuned, as I have some juicy news to
share about Camron that you won't want to miss. Those faggots that send
their fag tax to me will receive advance notice of the stories, and some
personal information that will not be published on Nifty, so stop doing
whatever it is that you are doing, go to pay pal, and send in that fag tax.

You Alpha types too should send in a small donation, both to my pay pal
account and also to Nifty. Where could you find quality entertainment at
such an inexpensive price? If you truly can't afford it, then don't
worry. But those that can, should. Let your conscience be your guide.

Master Jonah