He Hollered, but Camron Didn't Pay Chapter 3 Submitted by Jonah Gunn Gunn012345@aol.com
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So back to my neighbor brian. How could I have missed so many clues that he had given me regarding his faggotry? As I started to think back on hanging with him for the past several years, I started to recall all the things that should have triggered awareness in me. But I guess when your pre puberty, you just aren't thinking in those terms. Brian used to do whatever I wanted to do. Even if he expressed an opinion about what he wanted to do, if I didn't agree, we always did whatever I wanted. His family had way more money than mine and I remember that even though he was younger, he always had cash in his pocket. I hardly ever did. We would go to the store and he would always offer to buy me candy, or a soda. I don't remember ever taking advantage of that, but he bought me a lot of stuff. Had I known then, what I know now, I wouldda been the one with the money in my pocket. Well I'm making up for it now. He gets $15 a week allowance. Now I don't know what his parents think he needs $15 a week for, since they also buy him everything he asks for, but its ok with me. You see, that's now the exact amount that I charge him to be my faggot. Well not exactly. That's the base amount. I've also starting to make some money off selling his services, but I'll get into that in another story.
The day after I creamed his face, he was just hanging around in his front yard as I arrived home from school. I purposely didn't even look over at him, as I walked up to my front door and entered my house. I wanted to see what the fag would do. How much did he want to get in touch with my cock again? Well it took only about 10 minutes. I went to my room and changed from my school clothes into a pair of gym shorts and a tee. Then I returned downstairs and turned on the TV. Like I said, about ten minutes after I got home I heard a knock on the door. It was the fag brian. I yelled over "come in", and he entered and closed the door, and just stood there, with this dumb stupid look on his face. I wanted to humiliate him and make him as uncomfortable as possible, so I just sat there and didn't say a word. I'm sure it felt like my eyes were boring a hole through his head, as I was just staring him down. It seemed like 10 minutes, but I'm sure it was only about a minute or so of complete silence.
He looked down at the ground, then back up to me and asked if I wanted to play. I still was just looking at him, and offered no response. After 15 seconds or so, I simply said, go get me a coke. He almost ran to my refrig and returned within seconds holding two cans of coke. I took mine and then asked him why he brought me two as I had only asked for one. He stood there for a minute, his low life brain trying to figure out what I meant. Before he could answer, I told him to return he other can to the frig. You see, up to yesterday, he had always had a coke when I had a coke. But he needed to know that yesterday changed everything. We were no longer buddies. No longer just friends hanging out. No it was different now and he was going to learn that starting now.
When he returned from putting what he thought was his coke back, he stood next to the couch, as if he was waiting for instructions. Again, I just ignored him and continued to watch TV. He got very uncomfortable (my intended effect) and asked again if I wanted to play. So I decided it was time to make him ask me (beg really) to get used again. I said, "what did you have in mind". Not a normal question for me, as I always had made these decisions in the past. He was nervous and was shifting his weight from foot to foot. No answer. So I asked him again, "so brian, what did you want to play?" He asked me if my leg was itchy again. I knew that he wanted to have me use him again, but I wasn't gonna make it that easy on him. I said, "no it ain't, why did you enjoy scratching it for me?" He looked down at the ground, unable to keep eye contact and mumbled something that sounded like an answer in the affirmative, but I couldn't make out what he said, so I asked him to repeat it. He said that he did enjoy it, and had been thinking about it ever since. I asked him if he had jerked off while thinking about it, and he admitted that he had.
It was at that very moment that I realized that this could not only be fun sexually but could also be profitable. I asked him how much money he had. He said about $10. I told him to get it out of his pocket. He did. I just put my hand out and he willingly placed the bills in my palm. I put the money onto the end table, as I had no pockets in my gym shorts. I said, "you know, $10 isn't really enough to pay me for the privilege of using me to jerk off to. Then the poor fuckwad looked at me with those sad puppy eyes, almost with tears in his eyes and said the words that were music to my ears, "I know Jonah, and I have more money at home that I can give you". "How much?" "I think I have about $30 saved up". I'm thinking, wow $30, but I don't show any expression on my face. I simply said, "go get it".
He was out the door in a flash and back within minutes. He simply walked over to the table and dropped the cash on top of the $10 he had already contributed. I said, "good boy", and his face lit up like I had just awarded him the fucking metal of honor.
Kneel down here in front of me. We only have about 45 minutes till my parents get home. He dropped to his knees and looked at me waiting for direction. I spread my legs apart and told him to reach up under my shorts and play with my cock. He did so immediately, and it only took seconds for me to achieve a full erection. I asked him if he had tasted any of the cum that I shot on his face yesterday. He said that a little had gotten into his mouth. I asked him if he enjoyed the taste. He admitted that although it surprised him, and that he had never tasted spunk before, that he did enjoy the taste. Never one to miss an opportunity, I told him, that my cum was not free and that he had only paid me for the privilege of jerking off to the thought of me and not for my actual cum. He had a puzzled look on his face but started nodding in agreement. I asked him when he got his next allowance. He said day after tomorrow. I already knew it was $15 so I said, my cum cost $15 a load. You've already had one load so you're $15 in the hole. When you get that allowance, it belongs to me. He just nodded.
I knew it was time to teach this subfagboy how to properly suck my cock. I told him to reach up and pull my shorts down, as I lifted my ass off the couch. He did so with ease. He was starring directly at my 9-inch cock that had started to ooze pre cum. He looked at my cock, then back up to me, then back to my cock. As he started to lean in to take it into his mouth, I reached out and smacked his forehead, which sent him reeling back on his heels. I said, "what the fuck do you think you're doing?" He said, "I thought you wanted me to suck your cock". I did but I wasn't gonna make it that easy for this soon to be slave faggot bitch boy. So I said to him, "you think I'm a faggot like you? You think I would let a guy suck my cock? Well, I'm not a faggot boy, so if you want to suck my cock, its gonna cost you"
He looked like I had just told him that his dog had died. He didn't really know what to do. I had just called him a faggot. He had come to the realization that he was indeed a cock hungry fag, and now he also realized that he was going to have to pay for the privilege of sucking my cock. He said, "I know Jonah. I know you're not a faggot, but I really liked what we did yesterday and now I want to suck your cock. Please can I just for a little?"
Bingo. Had the stupid cunt right where I wanted him, Kneeling in front of me, looking at my rock hard 9" cock, dripping with pre cum, and begging me to suck it.
I said, "its gonna cost you money, and more. If I let you suck my cock, I own you. You become my property to do with as I please. You obey my every command, without hesitation. Do you understand what I'm saying?" He paused for a minute as though he were pondering my last question, and then said, "Jonah, why can't I just suck your cock? Why do I have to become your property?"
I pushed him away, stood up and pulled up my shorts. I told him to get the fuck out and don't bother to come back. He just knelt there. He didn't know what to do. I again told him to leave. He stood up, and started to cry. He was sobbing and wiping his eyes. He looked at me and said. "I'm sorry. I don't want to leave. I'll do whatever you tell me to do. Honest. I will pay you my allowance and follow your orders"
Another Bingo moment. The fag had come to the realization that I owned him. I walked up to him and spit in his face. I wanted to slap the cunt hard, but I knew he was going home soon, and didn't want his parents asking too many questions. He started to wipe his face and I told him to leave my spit there. He did. I wanted him to know that I could do whatever I wanted to him. I told him to kneel. I knew my parents were coming home soon, and wanted him out of there before they arrived. But I was also horny and wanted to try out my new cocksucker. I told him to pull my shorts down and suck my cock. He did so immediately and with all of the gusto of a whore in heat.
I was about 10 minutes into the blowjob (which by the way wasn't all that good, but it was his first time. I'd teach him how when I had more time), when in through the front door walks my older brother, Terry.
brian tried to pull his head off my cock, but I reached down and held it on. Terry looked shocked, but didn't say a word. What happened next will both shock and amuse you.
Next story I will tell you about the story of how my older brother ended up becoming my personal cum dump, slaveboy.
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