Date: Wed, 20 Mar 2013 12:20:18 -0400 (EDT)
From: gunn012345@aol.com
Subject: Chap 5, he hollared by camron didn't pay (gay, authoritarian)

He hollered, but Camron didn't pay
Part 5
Master Jonah Gunn
(gunn012345@aol.com)

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I continue to get readers writing to me with suggestions regarding what
they would like to see in the story or how the story line should go. I
remind you all that this is a true story. The story line has already
happened. I am just recalling it here, both as a way to provide
entertainment to you masters (and some ideas as well) and as a vehicle for
you faggots to show your appreciation to a strong alpha dominant male (via
pay pal of course).

Additionally, people are asking that I send them the inside info regarding
the parallel story of what happens to Cam along the way. This part of the
story will ONLY be released to contributors, so stop asking unless you have
made a contribution. My brother Terry is now tracking this and if you
haven't received the side story update, and you are a contributor, let me
know, so I can beat the stupid bitch for fucking up, and get the story to
you.

As I left off in part 4, I had just gotten my first blowjob from both my
fag neighbor brian, and then my faggot brother terry. Life was gonna be
different now. I was still getting plenty of cunt from the chicks in my
school, and also the co-eds at Cam's college. Fucking a cunt is one of the
greatest pleasures in life. But chicks don't give the best head. Try, as
they might, their mouths and throats are just too small. I've never had a
girl be able to take more than half of my cock without chocking and almost
throwing up. So I usually just pull them off and revert to fucking
them. But I enjoy the blowjobs. The feeling of power that comes with
holding onto a person's head and moving it up and down on my shaft.

Well now it was gonna be different. Now I had not one, but two faggots that
were gonna get trained to be my personal cocksuckers. I was finally going
to get what I wanted. Finally I was going to be able to bury my cock deep
into a mouth and throat and not have to worry about anything. Does anyone
really care if a faggot gags? Actually its one of the things that I derive
pleasure from.

So a few weeks later, it was school vacation. I decided that it would be
fun to take my two faggots on a camping trip. Not that far away, as we had
a State Park about 30 minute drive with a very nice camping area, lake with
a beach, fishing, hiking, etc. Well there wasn't gonna be much of that for
these two fags. I needed the long weekend to train them both on the art of
being my bitch.

So I informed them both of "our" plans to go camping. My fag brian was all
for the idea, but terry was hesitant. It wasn't until I slapped him around
a bit one night that he agreed that it might be a good idea to go
camping. Stupid fuck. I hadn't been spending enough time training him,
focusing most of my attention on the fag brian for the past few weeks. But
he was at least smart enough to realize that when I said we were going
camping, that I meant we were going camping.

I made sure that the fag brian got a tent big enough for the three of us. I
also informed him that it was his responsibility to bring food, snacks,
cooking utensils, etc. My faggot brother was tasked with getting the
beer. He told me tat he didn't think it was such a good idea, and he didn't
know how we would hide it from our parents. Stupid fuck. I told him that
Cam could get the beer for us and that he would also hold it until after we
left the house. We could pick it up along the way to the campground. That
also meant that Cam would know that we were going camping. I would deal
with that when the time came up, if it did, as I didn't want Cam along
interfering with the training of my two new faggots. This was going to be a
weekend full of making sure each knew exactly how I wanted to be serviced,
and reprogramming their tiny brains to realize that their only function now
was to insure my pleasure. Terry asked how he was going to get money for
the beer. Stupid fuck. I just stared at him and told him it was not my
concern, but he would be very sorry if we didn't have enough beer for me
for the weekend. He dropped the subject (wisely) and walked away.

Friday night finally came and we loaded up the car with the sleeping bags,
tent, food, coolers, cooking utensils, etc for our journey to the
campground. I knew we had to make a stop to get the beer from Cam, which
was about 15 minutes, kinda toward the park, but kinda not as well. Small
price to pay for having beer for the weekend. We arrived at Cam's and I
told terry to go up and get the beer. He returned shortly with the beer,
and without Cam. Although I would have told Cam that he wasn't invited on
the trip anyway, terry told me that Cam told him that he was going to some
big frat party, yada, yada, yada?.

Got the beer into the cooler, stopped for ice, and we were on our way. As
soon as we got to the campground, I told the two fagboys to unload the car
and set up the tent. I took out a folding chair, cracked open a beer and
proceeded to watch them set up camp. We had a nice private site with thick
brush on three sides. Great for noise reduction I thought. Wouldn't want
unexpected guests during the "training sessions" that were about to happen.

After camp was set up, it was time to eat. I told terry to cook us up
something from brians stash, which he did. I was drinking beers, but
neither of the cunts dared to ask for one. After dinner I told brian to
clean up the dishes, and terry to join me in the tent.

Now terry had seen brian sucking my cock, but brian had no idea that terry
was also my cocksucker. In fact I'm sure that brian was wondering why terry
was even on this trip, or how we would be able to get away so he could get
his fix of my cock. Once inside the tent, I told terry to strip. He looked
at me as though I had three heads. He couldn't fathom being naked inside
the tent with me while brian was just outside. So I had to remind him of
who was in charge by slapping him hard across his face. I didn't need to
worry now about leaving a mark. No parents to worry about for three
days. The slap knocked him backwards. Not enough to cause him to fall over,
but enough to move him off balance, and to cause his eyes to well up. Again
I looked at his and told him to strip. His expression was priceless as he
realized at that moment that little brian was going to find out he too was
a cocksucker. He started to strip, which brought a big grin to my face.

Once naked I told him to kneel and crawl over to where I was standing. I
just stood there and looked at the poor excuse of a human being as he fell
to his knees and started to crawl in my direction. Once he was close
enough, I told him to stop. He was looking up at me and pleading with his
eyes for me to spare him this humiliation. What a feeling of power I had at
that moment. I told him to reach up and pull down my shorts. He hesitated
for a moment, so just to reinforce the power I held over him, I reached out
and slapped him face again. He started to cry. I reminded him that he could
spare himself the slaps if he just did what I told him to do. I was lying
of course. I enjoyed slapping him, and knew that I would continue to do
it. He reached up and started to pull down my gym shorts. As they slid down
my leg, he noticed the bulge in my underwear. He stopped removing my shorts
and just continued to stare at the snake in front of him. I was still soft,
but even soft; my 9-inch cock is impressive. Not to mention the golf ball
size balls that swing freely in my low hanging sack. So there he was,
naked, on his knees, with my shorts half way down my leg, just gawking at
my cock only inches in front of his face.  A slap across his face reminded
him that he was not removing my shorts as directed. He looked up at me with
those pitiful eyes, as if saying to me that he didn't know why he got
slapped. I reminded him that I told him to remove my shorts. He pulled them
to the ground without hesitation.

I grabbed his head and pulled his mouth into my crotch, and started rubbing
my cock all over his mouth, through my underwear. The friction was now
causing the snake to come alive and I started to grow, as the warmth of
terry's mouth and face bathed my genitals. After a minute or so, I had
achieved a full erection, and now my cock had a mind of its own. It wanted
freedom from its cloth prison, and was seeking a warm wet place to call
home. I instructed terry to pull my underwear down. As he reached up with
his hand, I slapped it away, and told him to use his mouth. It was funny as
hell to watch the cocksucker try to grip the underwear with his teeth
without scraping them against my skin. Although it took longer than my
throbbing cock wanted, I allowed it both for the comedic value and also to
increase the humiliation that terry was feeling.

Just as he got the underwear down, and my rock hard cock had flopped out,
brian unzipped the tent flap and was standing there looking bewildered. You
see, brian hadn't realized that terry was also a cocksucker. He thought my
cock belonged only to him. The look on terry's face was worth its weight in
gold. He was so embarrassed and humiliated now that our neighbor, who was 3
years younger than him, was seeing him kneeling in front of me, with my
cock only inches from his face. Just to humiliate him further, I grabbed a
fist full of his hair, titled his head to the side and started cock
slapping his faggot face. terry's face was getting redder by the minute and
it was hard to tell how much was from the cock slapping and how much was
from the humiliation and embarrassment. brian just stood there and couldn't
believe what he was seeing.

After I was finished cock slapping my brother terry, I held his face in
front of my cock and told him to open his mouth. Without hesitation (smart
move on his part) he opened as wide as possible. I thought for a moment
about sliding in slowly, but opted to shove all 9 inches in at one time. If
you thought terry's face was red before, you should have seen it after only
a few seconds with my cock in his throat. He started to beat on my legs
pleading with me to release him from my cock. Not a chance. I wasn't gonna
make him pass out, but I wasn't gonna release him till he knew I was
serious about using his throat. You see this weekend was all about teaching
both of these low life mother fuckers how I liked to be serviced. I
released his head slightly and he pulled back enough to get a breath. His
relief was short lived though, as I rammed my cock deep into his throat
again within seconds. This process continued for a few minutes. Although it
was fun to watch terry gag and choke on my cock, I knew that if I kept
going, I would dump a load, and it was too early to spew. I wanted this to
last, even though I'm capable of multiple loads in rapid succession, I
enjoy edging and dumping huge loads afterwards.

So, I pushed terry back off my cock and just looked over at young brian
standing by the entryway. Then I looked at the ground in front of me. Brian
was kneeling there in a flash. A true cocksucker, born to serve dominant
aggressive controlling guys like me. He knew instinctively that I was going
to use him, and it was exactly what he wanted. He reached up and attempted
to grab my cock. I knocked his hand away and slapped him. He knew by now
that he did not have permission to touch my cock until I told him to. I
instructed him to start licking my balls. Now I had trained him how to do
this during the weeks prior to the camping trip. I hadn't started to train
terry on this concept as yet. (Masters and Dominants: if you haven't
trained your faggots to lick your balls, try it. Its one of the pleasures
of life if done correctly) Anyway, as fagboy brian was licking my balls, I
told terry to crawl over and observe the technique. He made his way over to
the where cuntboy brian was licking away. I instructed him to bend down so
he could observe the technique that our neighbor was using, and that it
would be his responsibility to do it correctly, so he better pay attention.

Once he had observed enough, I pulled his head into my scrotum, so that
they both had equal access to my low hangers. Now I'm one of the fortunate
ones to have balls large enough and low enough for two faggots to worship
at the same time. And I tell you, if you've never had two eager ball
lickers serving you at the same time, you don't know what you're missing. I
allowed these two fagboys to lick away for what seemed like an hour, but
was really only about half and hour. I was horny now and wanted (needed) to
dump my load. Since brian had tasted several loads since that first day he
sucked my cock, I decided to reward terry with my spunk. More accurately, I
wanted to humiliate and degrade him in front of the younger brian. I told
brian to continue to lick my nuts and pulled terry's head up even with my
dripping cockhead. Without being told, he opened his mouth and started
sucking my cock. I didn't have my hand on his head, and he was trying to
get as much of my cock into his throat as possible. I had edged a few times
before I couldn't stand it anymore. I grabbed my fag brothers ears and
lodged my cock deep in his throat, as I erupted blast after blast directly
into his belly. Before I was finished however I pulled back and shot a rope
or two onto his tongue, then pulled out so I could get a shot onto his
face. I wanted brian to see my brother kneeling in front of me with spooge
dripping down his face.

Just to insure that the fag brian didn't think he was immune from
humiliation and embarrassment, I instructed him to lick the cum off of
terry's face. As he started to move toward terry, he pulled back, clearly
uncomfortable with another guy licking him. I hadn't really thought about
it, but terry's reaction gave me the idea to humiliate him further. I told
terry to hold still while the fagboy licked up my precious juice. After he
finished, I told brian to kiss terry and make sure to give him some of that
delicious spunk he just licked. I thought terry was gonna freak. His
expression was one of pure disgust, which meant it was pure delight for
me. I made the two French kiss for a minute or two, after which I got bored
and needed another beer.

Don't forget that only those that send in their fag tax (for low life
faggots) or their contribution (for all others including alpha types) will
get access to the side story. The side story will not be published on
Nifty. It contains information about Cam and others that you won't want to
miss.

My brother terry tells me that several people have only made one such pay
pal payment. As you can see, this is an ongoing story and therefore it
requires ongoing pay pal payments.

Remember, the side story gets sent to contributors in order of size of
contribution.

Cam has stopped talking to me now altogether. If you are still sending him
a fag tax, stop. Start sending that to me at gunn012345@aol.com. And don't
forget Nifty. If it wasn't for Nifty, none of us would be able to enjoy
reading about these worthless faggots.

Master Jonah