Date: Wed, 19 Jul 2023 09:03:58 +0000
From: Albator2122@proton.me
Subject: The fag contest - part 2

THE FAG CONTEST -- part 2

Category : gay/authoritarian

Author : Albator -- albator2122@proton.me

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                         Part 2 : How to be myself.

The competition is only a month away and I'm far from being ready. I feel
as though I've progressed so much in the two months since it all began,
with so many new experiences. First of all, the day after the
announcement of my selection for the Contest, I was, by order of the
Grand Council of Ecopolis 12, placed under house arrest in my family's
villa to devote myself to preparing for the Contest, and I was forbidden
to leave the small garden surrounding the house. Since then, I've only
been allowed to see my half-brother and my Mother, as well as two of
Allan's Top-Master friends who come to give me a hand with my training.
I'm formally forbidden to come into contact with any other participant in
the Contest and as a result I can no longer see my dear friends fag-joe,
slut-tim, beach-adam and pig-justin, who are also preparing within their
family unit. I've seen them every day since the fag-awakness garden where
we met at the age of 5, and I miss them. But I don't miss them all that
much, because I have huge compensations, starting with Top-Master Allan's
gigantic dick, which gives me a lot of satisfaction. I have to say that
it's a very exciting time and I'm not bored for a second. Because I've
benefited from an extraordinary state privilege granted to all
participants, which has completely changed my life: the removal of the
prohibition on sexual intercourse with Alphas ... three months before my
18th birthday, which falls on the day of the Contest. Oh, that's funny,
so did fag-joe, slut-tim, beach-adam and pig-justin!

What I find most satisfying are the "experiments" that Top-Master Allan,
his friends and Mother organize for me. Tonight is the fifth, and I'm so
excited to discover new perspectives. The purpose of the experiments, as
I understand it, is to help me realize what I like and dislike about
sexual practices with Alphas. And, Allan and Sublime Mother keep telling
me, to find my true cock-teaser self... They mean my style for making
cocks stand up, I'll say in my own words, if I've understood correctly.
The anticipation of this as-yet unknown experimentation is almost
painful, because with the shining-slutty hot cream they apply to me every
day, I feel like a bitch in heat pretty much unable to think about
anything but a cock.

The first experiment naturally imposed itself as an extension of the
Humiliation Gear Procedure. I thought I'd immediately find my true self
and cock-teaser style with "humiliating sissification"; in the opinion of
Allan and those two Top-Masters friends who were kind enough to help me,
I'd demonstrated to the mess that I cum in a flash when wearing sissy
outfits. And as they explored the humiliating sissification approach
further, they found that the effect on themselves was convincing. And I,
too, liked to turn them on with my high heels, panties, garter belts and
frilly mini petticoats, not to mention the sissy accessories, the
necklace, the headdress, the purse, the sex-shaped candy cane and the
vibrating plug. I even came three times in one hour, so thrilled by the
whole thing : the first time when I was experimenting with the "constant
mechanic prostate massage" while serving tea, a second time when I was
spanked by Allan's friend for orgasming while serving tea, and the third
when Allan forced me to apologize for cumming on his friend's knee by
initiating me into "deep suffocating fellatio", under the sustained
insults of his friend and my brother, who turned me on like crazy, as I
recorded in my mandatory evaluation after each experience. The result was
a score of 100 / 100. Because Allan and Mother had set up a scoring
system for the experiments and, sometimes with the help of their guests,
awarded a maximum score of 50 points for "my ability to get a hard-on";
and I scored 25 points for my "pleasure in arousing the males" and
another 25 points for "the intensity of my sexual pleasure" when I got
fucked after arousing the males. So with a score of 100, I told myself
that that was it, that I'd found my true self and I was super happy. But
Mother didn't agree, because she thought I was too muscular, too tall
and, above all, that it was too banal a style for a lot of flower boys to
adopt and that it would quickly bore the Macho-Apolloons. I'd lost
opportunities to win by adopting this style ; I needed to explore other
experiments. And her advice was binding.

I was discouraged, but Mother and Allan put me through a battery of tests
and quizzes, the aim of which was to identify the major trends and the
practices and sub-practices, authorized by the Sex Trade Charter, that I
liked best to define my true self and would enable me to find the right
cock-teaser style that would make me a winner. This exercise was a
revelation, and I discovered the extent of what's possible in the field
of sexual intercourse with alphas! I'd never imagined there were so many
different trends, practices and sub-practices! But the problem was,
beyond the excitement and the cluster of clues, I was totaly lost due to
my lack of experience. What did I know if I'd like a fist fucking or not?
Probably if it was fingering for the better, as I imagined; but in fact I
didn't know. Mother reassured me and reminded me that I was a naive young
girl with a lot to learn, and that this was what was exciting about my
training. And before the deepening of "humiliating sissification", I had
only had two furtive contacts with Alphas, Stud-Miles' handjob and my
spontaneous ejaculation when I sat on Top-Master's lap in the Mess. I
also sadly realized that messing around with my flower boy friends didn't
count. Although, it did prepare me for the "deep suffocating fellatio"
practice I'd been introduced to during the humiliating sissification
experimentation.

Although I was discouraged not to retain "humiliating sissification" as
my own great tendency and the foundation of my true self and cock-teaser
style, I had to admit, as Mother so kindly pointed out to me, that it
allowed me to discover that I loved "deep suffocating fellatio",
"debasing servility", "debasing verbal abuse" and "minimalist gear
exhibitionism", which was a breakthrough that made me very happy.

Full of hope for the future, I was able to continue the experiments and
learn a lot from them. I loved the "doggy deshumanisation"
experimentation; and also the "degrading piss-pig" experimentation and
also the "pain and bondage" experimentation. And each time there was a
score of more than 90 / 100. And above all, I discovered that I adored
many of the practices authorized by the Sex Trade Charter, starting with
all forms of sodomization. There was "cream-less hard painful"
sodomization, "slutty activ" sodomization, "passiv destroying hole"
sodomization, and I could go on; then there was "radical both end
penetration", "constant humiliating state", "debasing verbal abuse",
"multi-tooling ass-punishment", and so on. Allan explained to me that
certain barbaric practices had been forbidden by the Sex Trade Charter
(things with whips, white-hot weaves and electric devices and other weird
stuff) and I begged Allan and Mother to let me discover them. Mother told
me it was forbidden and out of the question, but Allan whispered in my
ear that he would arrange for me to discover it one of these days. He's
so good to me. I can't wait!

As the 5th experiment is about to begin, Mother, Allan and his two
top-Master friends whom he regularly invites to help me, seem worried and
want to sum up the situation.

- We're a month away from the Contest and we haven't found your big
trend, your true self or your cock-teaser style. Or rather, we've found
plenty. In the memory of Sublime-Mother, I've never heard of a flower boy
with so many high scores. In principle, a score of over 80 is rare and is
enough to define your true self and your cock-teaser style. But the
ratings for the Big Trends and the practices authorized by the Sex Trade
Charter are all above 90. Unprecedented and the greatest challenge for me
since my creation 233 years ago!

I'd never seen Mother so worried and self-doubting. Was I a hopeless
case?

- No need to panic. Let's start by recalling the principle of whory-timy
training, pursued Top-Master Allan. He must physically personify, through
his outfit, accessories and general demeanor, a promise of irresistible
sexual pleasure that will get every member of the jury hard. He must also
express this promise through the answers he gives in his interview. In
order for it to succeed, the promised pleasure must truly satisfy him
beyond all else; it must correspond to his deepest self. And if it's all
perfectly natural and sincere, he'll have a chance to excite the
Macho-Apollons and win. And to excite them, you have to awaken their
deepest fantasies. So, of course, there's a choice, and that's the
problem. But there are still two experiments to go, and then we can
decide. The mantra?

- I'm going to win the contest. I'll find my inner cock-raising self.
I'll adopt the best cock-teaser style. And I'll achieve my life's goal:
to turn on the alphas and make them hard. ... I was reciting for the
fourth time that day, just like every day.

- That's fine whory-timy, we'll get there, don't worry. Now, Allan,
explain the program for the next few days," asked Mother.

Allan gestured me to crawl on all fours to his chair and while answering
Mother made me practise the "deep forceful felation" by grabbing me by
the ears to pound me.

- Well, Mother, in four days' time, I'm organizing a course on the
anatomy and sexual behavior of sissies, ... uh, ... flower boys I mean
... for the 14-year-old Top-Masters section, with whory-timy as guinea
pig, of course. he said as he ripped my throat out. This will be part of
the "public humiliation" experiment.

- Great idea! But at 14, aren't they a bit young for a course in flower
boy sexual behavior?

- No, on the contrary, this is the age when they need to learn how an
erection and ejaculation occur, and how the affects and psychology of
flower boys interfere with the biological process. What better way to
test the theory than with a guinea pig?

While sucking Allan like mad, I listened without understanding anything;
but the idea of being used for the education of the 14-year-old
Top-Masters section made me proud; and excited me immensely, I couldn't
say why.

- Of course, the "public humiliation" experimentation will only be made
more intense by coupling it with the "total sub human slavery"
experimentation. And tonight, with my friend Hugo, we're going to enslave
whory-timy to start the process. And it's as a sub-human slave that we're
going to take whory-timy to the Top-Master Training Center after 4 days
of experimentation as a "sub human slave".

Top-Master Allan intensified his pounding and ejaculated into my mouth. I
swallowed greedily and sucked his glans to avoid losing a drop.

- Ah, we forgot to assess "sperm craving and greedy swallowing", Mother
worried. But obviously, the score is still going to be very high.

- I give 100, I give 100 ... I screamed.

- Shut your mouth slave," said Top-Master Hugo, slapping me across the
face. "From now on, you only talk when we allow you to. Understood.

I nodded in response. And so began my dive into the new experiment.

I have to say I didn't like it so much. To put it positively, I loved the
outfit, my new shaved haircut and all the accessories, and also the
punishments and insults, but crawling all the time, not being allowed to
sit on a seat, eating from a bowl on the floor without my hands, staying
in a cage and sleeping there, no longer being able to get hard because of
the chastity cage.... were very exciting discoveries, but I was less
enthusiastic and a little bored in the end; although I must admit I came
without touching myself and without a hard-on on several occasions. But a
few days after the experiment began, I was hyper-excited to go to the
Top-Master Training Center in my sub-human slave outfit. I was wearing a
big black studded dog collar, a black leather mini thong, a harness, a
huge plug whose base was even managing to overflow my bubble butt, a
ball-gag, a cock cage bulging out of the mini pocket of my thong,
handcuffs clasping my hands behind my back, leather boots with high
heels, a new ultra-shaved haircut and of course the shining- slutty hot
cream all over my body.

- Exposed, humiliated, degraded ... how do you like that, you little
whore?

I nodded, thinking that the young Top-Masters who were destined to rule
the City and the United Earth were going to see me in this degrading
position and mysteriously, it excited me and I wanted too much to be
hyper-obedient and also to be a little debased. But I didn't anticipate
what was going to happen to me.

- Do you have to use this?" Hugo asked Allan, pointing to a strange
device.

- Yes, I've got a special authorization to take whory-timy out of the
villa for the course - you know he's not allowed out otherwise; but his
transport is regulated, he has to wear a ball-gag to prevent him from
talking, that's done, a blindfold so he won't be recognized...  that's
done," he says, after attaching a blindfold with little eyeholes ... and
he's to be restrained on this sort of leather pommel horse mounted on
wheels and fitted with an electric motor and remote control.

- Cool! ... Look at that whory-timy, how lucky you are ... it's like a
horse ... we're going to lay you on your belly and tie your arms and legs
along the feet ... Here we go ... oh look how your wonderful bubble butt
is highlighted ... ah heck, you can't see it ... but you've got to feel
that your butt is up in the air right?

- Huuum, huummm, I stammered with my ball-gag. For sure my ass was
completely up in the air and had never been exposed that much. The plug
had to be visible. Oh, no ...oh No.

- Everyone's going to wonder whose slutty ass this is ... and look ... it
moves ... there's a spring in the back and you can wiggle your ass and
make it move up and down. Go for it! Contract your anus on the plug ...
that's it, it moves the horse ... go on and wiggle your pelvis.

It was too good ... I was self-fucking my ass despite the lack of room
between my body and the horse ... it was good ... oh yes. The horse
started off and headed for the Top-Master Training Center. Our crew
immediately attracted the attention of onlookers. Despite the stares, I
couldn't help self-fucking my ass, and my cock, compressed in my cage,
was starting to hurt.

- But this little slut isn't even eighteen, judging by the lack of
piercing. He's in violation and must be corrected. proclaimed someone I
couldn't see.

- Yeah, let's correct him..." said Hugo, who immediately slammed his
riding crop down on my ass.

Outch! "Top-Master Hugo again please," I thought forcefully ... Oh my
telepathy worked ... he's doing it again ... he's doing it again. Oh, I'm
drooling with excitement around my ball-gag; my cock is torture but I
think I'm going to cum and speed up my pelvic movements. But Allan grabs
my balls and squeezes them hard.

- He's not going to cum before a class on fag sexuality! Forbidden!
forbidden! naughty bitch!

I shook my head frantically to get him to release my balls. He stopped.
"Oh thank you Top-Master Allan," I thought very intensely, but I wasn't
sure if the telepathy had worked this time.

Once in a classroom at the Top-Master Training Center, I thought I'd be
free of my diabolical means of transport. But not at all, I stood there
in front of the stage between Allan and Hugo, who had taken the teachers'
place on the raised platform, and the group of ten students. The
humiliation was intense and I was crimson with shame ... and more and
more as the students took it in turns to activate the horse's suspension;
I slowly began to fuck myself again without being able to stop myself
and, after the excitement of the ride, to my horror, I juiced so much
that it ran down the side of the horse.

- Well, let's get started! You're now experiencing an essential aspect of
faggot sexuality... anal pleasure and, in the case of this specimen, the
pleasure he takes in being exposed and humiliated. Many like it, but not
all, remember. The specimen can't help but get pleasure from his plug by
undulating his pelvis. It doesn't matter that he's humiliating himself by
doing this in front of an audience, it doesn't matter that he's breaking
the law on sexual prohibition before the age of 18 ... all that matters
is getting pleasure.

Hugo untied me from the horse and removed the ball gag before making me
get down on all fours on the desk set up on the stage. He then pulled
down my thong to expose my cock-cage and balls. I kept on jizzing precum;
it was very embarrassing.

- For transport, the specimen's sex was imprisoned in a cage to prevent
it from ejaculating in public. The animal would have been quite capable
of it," continued Allan, slapping my ass with force (the audience
laughed). And yes, don't forget that fags always need to be controlled so
that they don't do something stupid like squirt in public! ... I'm now
going to remove this cage ... (murmurs of amazement) ... you can see the
specimen's cock doesn't stay shriveled for long ... (Allan ran his hand
over my cock twice and I began to get hard, panting) ... here it is
erect. Had you ever seen a faggot's dick erect?

- No ... shouted the students unanimously.

- Well, that's done.

After the ride, during which I had almost come, and under the effect of
the hyper-excitement into which the "public humiliation" experimentation
had immersed me, I couldn't help but wiggle my ass again to fuck myself,
and my cock began to pulsate. I could barely hear Allan's explanations -
I think on the physiology of the cock and the mechanism of erection and
orgasm - nor the shouts and derogatory comments of the students. Hugo was
projecting on a screen some very erudite diagrams, he commented. I
continued in a slutty state, moaning like a bitch. All the students had
moved closer to the stage and some were even caressing my ass. I orgasmed
like I'd never done before in an avalanche of little high-pitched squeals
as I squeezed my anus on the plug at a frantic pace. Completely drained
and panting, I couldn't understand Allan's explanation of ejaculation. I
collapsed on the desk to catch my breath, but Hugo cracked my ass and
ordered me to stand up.

- Arse stretched, back arched, head up, tongue out.

I knew this position well and adopted it in less than a second. It turned
me on and, to my shame, I got hard again.

- Note that the specimen didn't need to touch himself to cum. Normally,
you have to go like this (Allan started jerking me off) to end up
cumming. But some fags, the bitchiest of them all, cum without even
touching their cock.

- "But Allan," questioned a student, "you were explaining that pleasure
is a combination of physical and cognitive stimulation? But there was no
mechanical action to make this faggot cum?"

- Congratulations on your comment. I'd like to respond in two steps.
First, the specimen excited his prostate with his plug.

Allan yanked my plug as Hugo projected a new diagram showing where the
prostate was located.

- Stimulating the prostate is like pumping sperm production, and sperm
can be emitted without further stimulation of the penis. Demonstration.

Allan shoved two fingers up my ass and began to wank my anus and forage
back and forth in my cavity. "I've got to find the prostate" ... I
squeaked ... " There, I've got it ... Let's observe the specimen's
reaction".

Oh shit, what am I doing here. I've got it. Just two fingers deep and my
cock pulses and pulses and ... oh no ... I'm cumming again.

- Note that, in principle, it takes a good quarter of an hour after an
orgasm before the testicles refill with sperm and it's possible to
ejaculate again. However, the specimen has been given a hormone treatment
that promotes its development and sexual activity.

Shining-slutty hot cream, I thought as I regained my composure.

- But you said there were two explanations?

- Absolutely. Purely mechanical ejaculation may be possible, but it's
difficult and gives little pleasure. A fulfilling ejaculation is almost
systematically accompanied by cognitions and affects of very varied
natures and contents, which in a way stimulate sperm production just as
much. In the case of the specimen, these cognitive stimuli alone may be
enough to make him ejaculate. This happens in certain circumstances with
many sissies, but only the sluttiest frequently cum without touching.

- What kind of cognition are we talking about?

- I suggest you ask the specimen about that," says Allan as Hugo
repositions me so that I'm completely facing the students.

Still kneeling on the desk, I was anxious to answer the questions. Wasn't
I going to talk to these 14-year-old alphas about what turned me on? But
Allan whispered in my ear that I shouldn't be afraid, and that I should
answer truthfully; that it was part of the experience ; it was to be
meaningful for me. It was important for the Contest," he finished. I had
to obey him, especially if it would help me seduce the Macho-Apollo ....
And Albator, my favorite. Just thinking about Macho-Apollons and Albator
made my dick come alive again, which was immediately noticed considering
my total exposure.

- What gives you a hard-on, faggot?" asked a student.

It was easy, and I answered Macho-Apollons.

- But why are you thinking about them now?

- I think about them all the time and because they're part of the Jur
...(Hugo cracked my back and reminded me in my ear that I was forbidden
to mention the Contest) ... part of my favorite pastime. (I explained
that there were posters of them all over the Flower Boy Training
Center).

- And why do they turn you on?

I thought long and hard. A few weeks ago I would have said because I'm in
love with them and they're the most accomplished males on Earth-United.
But now I felt that answer would have been dishonest.

- Because they're super hot and domineering and I'm desperate to serve
them and suck them and offer them my ass and obey them like a good bitch
... my cock was now totally stiff and Hugo was stroking my head and
telling me that it was good, that I'd been sincere and that I should
continue.

- You can see that the evocation of Macho-Apollons, images in his head
that I'd call cognitions, are making his cock pulse again. Keep
questioning him.

- What would you like him to do to you? What do you expect from an
Alpha?

The question was confusing; I'd never thought about it and didn't know
how to answer. Faced with my perplexity, Allan explained that sissies
like me enjoyed being submissive and obedient to Alphas without expecting
anything from them.

- Yeah, right. I just want to be their whore totally submissive to their
desire.

- Allan shouted "Yes" triumphantly ... That's what you are, your true
self, that's it, it's being a submissive whore!

And I thought again, and again as everyone stared at me and yes, that was
it, I was overwhelmed to have found my true self and felt the need to
affirm it as waves of pleasure coursed through my cock.

- I want to be the soccer team's whore, that's my goal, to satisfy all
their desires, to be at their beck and call, to be treated like their
lackey and their bitch; and they'll be right to punish me, to spank me
for the slightest mistake, and they'll be right to insult and humiliate
me to remind me that I'm their inferior and put me in my place and
they'll be right to use me like a cum dump, like a dog, like a slave
because it pleases them.

And I come without having touched myself.

- CQFD," concludes Allan, to the applause of the audience.