Date: Fri, 21 Jul 2023 12:03:39 +0000
From: Albator2122@proton.me
Subject: The Fag Contest Part V

THE FAG CONTEST -- part V

Category : gay/authoritarian

Author : Albator -- albator2122@proton.me

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Part V : the assigments

There's still one contestant to go, and the organizer calls him back by
making an announcement and calling the jury members to come back to their
seats. The sex providers are soundly whipped for forgetting the last
candidate by prematurely preparing the jury members. They rush back under
the table, remove the jury members' shorts and jock straps and replace
the electrodes on their cock. A further 15-minute break is called to
allow the jury to recover. Dancers in transparent pantyhose come on stage
to perform a piece from the famous ballet "nuclear hope" about the Great
Nuclear War and the better world it generated. They chose the famous
scene where six great scientists, the only survivors of the 12 billion
people on the planet at the time, succeeded in creating artificial
uteruses producing only males, thus offering the hope of repopulation, at
the origin of today's 12 cities of 12,000 individuals each.
Unfortunately, I didn't get a chance to watch this masterpiece.

I had to pull whory timy by the hair to get him off the stage because he
was in such a trance, and I discreetly camouflaged him in a corner of the
stage where all the candidates are, to try and calm him down and prepare
him for his interview. I started by giving him my cock to suck to calm
him down a bit, then had him lick my leather boots for a long time,
watching my favorite ballet out of the corner of my eye. I hope he comes
to his senses. I was worried about the interview and I had in mind that
poor flower-boy so disturbed that he hadn't been able to say his name to
the members of the Jury, the elite scientists of the supreme order, who,
exasperated, had made him a trash boy for their own laboratory. An
unprecedented and unheard-of fall from grace for the cream of flower
boys!

The last candidate enters the stage. He's astonishingly handsome. A
serious candidate, against all expectations. He's got gorgeous
Venetian-blond hair, and gorgeous blue eyes. It's easy to imagine what
he's trying to express with his outfit: pierced eyebrows, ears, nose and
an iron cock cage clearly visible under his thin leather thong; he wears
a red and black harness and a narrow necklace to match. On his feet, red
platform boots with soles at least twenty centimeters high. I'm not sure
everyone will like it... but I can see some footballers in a trance,
drooling like mad. A high score once again! This is definitely going to
be one for the books! I pull whory timy by the hair to suck me off again,
this flower boy turns me on so much. His performance is so exciting that
I cum before the five minutes are up. The score is in; I can't believe
it! 89 points, tied with Fag Joe in second place. The bad boy and the
chearleader, aka beach-adam, are eliminated from the podium. That leaves
the slave, the kinky schoolboy, fag joe and of course whory timy in the
lead. The interview phase will decide between these four candidates, who
are already guaranteed to be integrated into one of the most prestigious
homes of the planet as a simple houseboy or houseboy wife, within a year
at least; as a rule, future houseboys see their Alpha regularly during
this period to see if they match up, and the Matrimonial Affairs
Commission ratifies their union at the end of this trial period if the
two boyfriends are agree for it. As for the winner, he goes on to take
part in the national cocks-teaser competition along with the winners from
each city. The winner is usually immediately assigned to one of the Grand
Dignitaries or mega-stars like Albator. If whory-timy wins, he'll be
assigned to an intermediate task designed to prepare him for the National
Contest, always drawn up by me and probably one or two other celebrities
who'll help me.

Only the top four are interviewed. The other candidates are reviewed one
by one. Images of their parade are replayed on the big screen, while
their main faggot tendencies are explained in superimposed images. The
Matrimonial Affairs Committee makes its decision on assignment live.

The first to be assigned is beach-adam (humiliating sissification, sperm
craving and greedy swallowing, minimalist gear exhibitionism with a taste
for gang bang) who, unsurprisingly, is assigned to the soccer team,
obviously as chearleader, which means serving the entire soccer team as a
soubrette when he's not on the field prancing around in his whore outfit.
Big surprise: he's engaged to Albator. Apparently, the Commission doesn't
like the fact that Albator is trying to force his hand with whory-timy,
or perhaps the symbol of the chearleader's and captain's union seemed
politically promising. They'll be the couple of the year for flower-boys,
houseboys, trash-boys and sex-providers all over the world.

The second to be assigned is the sixth-ranked bad boy (public
humiliation, verbal debasing, debasing servility with a predilection for
wrestling rape), who is assigned for one year to the service of a very
exclusive hunting club composed, of course, only of elite Alphas, and is
engaged to a famous 27-year-old professional hunter who has often
received the honors of the City for his organization of epic hunting
parties of trash boys for the benefit of the influential members of this
same hunting club. (There's hardly any game left after the nuclear
apocalypse, so it has been replaced by trash boys). There's no doubt that
the "bad boy" will serve as prey for the club members' training, and I'll
try to get myself invited so that I can have the pleasure of capturing
this pretty specimen of fag with a lasso before brutally raping him.

The other unsuccessful candidates, the most beautiful and slutty
18-year-old faggot specimens of the city, it should be remembered, are
thus assigned to activities and a fiancé, probably their future husband,
according to their tendencies and those of course of their Alpha. I'm not
going to list them. With one notable exception: my darling, pig justin
(doggy deshumanisation), was unsurprisingly assigned to the dog
association that regularly organizes dog shows (and since dogs have
disappeared from the globe, it's fags like pig justin that are trained
and exhibited at dog shows). And unsurprisingly too, he hasn't been
matched with a fiancé; he'll be adopted, as is customary, by one of the
twelve members of the dog club who belong only to the elite. And I am a
member of that club. I have the weakness to believe that this decision is
in my honor, to thank me for my work with whory-timy and for setting a
new record that will be talked about for years to come. As I'm not yet
old enough to be engaged, the advantage of adoption is to have the
equivalent of a houseboy wife before the legal age of marriage (28),
which is a rare privilege I'm about to enjoy.

Time to see if whory-timy has come down a bit. He continues to lick my
shoes like crazy. I pull him up by the hair.

- Are you ready for your interview, my boy?

- I don't think so Top-Master Allan ... I touched my god and he spit in
my face ... I'm so excited ... My cock can't get soft.

- Yeah, well, you might as well know, but beach-adam and Alabator are
engaged now. You'll probably see him again, but there's very little
chance of you becoming his houseboy wife. You can be a houseboy in his
harem, which would be an immense privilege.

whory-timy takes the blow and looks more lost than ever.

- You have every chance of winning the contest, since you came in first
by three points, which is a lot. If you don't screw up the interview,
you'll win. So my question is, are you ready?

- I'm not thinking clearly; I can't remember the questions we prepared.

- OK. Let's go through them again. Why "take all"?

- Because I can do whatever my Alpha wants?

- Yes, that's good; elaborate.

- I have no restrictions and can be abused without any risk of breaching
the ethical code ... Is that it?

- Yeah ... more conviction, it has to come from the heart.

- I've got buterfly in the stomach; I don't know.

- Well, that sounds good. Tell yourself that you're going to be
interviewed by Albator and that you have a chance of conquering him
during his interview.

whory-timy seemed to brighten up and regain her composure. The second
phase of the contest was about to begin.