Chapter 8 He Hollered, but Camron Didn't Pay Master Jonah Gunn012345@aol.com
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Ok, in the last chapter I told you I was going to set the record straight about some of the bullshit that Cam has been feeding you all about me.
While I do admit that I am a dominant, aggressive and controlling motherfucker, I am in no way the fucked up human being that Cam has made me out to be.
First, lets take the story about me knocking out terry's two front teeth. Come on now. Be serious. We were both living at home. How would I have explained that to the parents? Now don't get me wrong. I punished the stupid cunt face repeatedly, for things he did wrong and then sometimes just for fun. But knocking his teeth out just didn't happen.
And the tale about me keeping him locked up in a cage for weeks. Again, don't you think that my parents would have noticed that he was gone and started to ask questions? True, Cam DID have a cage, and yes I did make the bitch crawl in there and stay for some time, but never over night and certainly not for a week. It was fun to keep him in there until he had to take a leak or a shit. In fact I used to make him drink tons of water before I caged him in, just to see how long he could hold it before he pissed all over himself. Poor defenseless faggot. Funny as hell though to watch him wiggle and squirm, trying not to piss only to have him release. Sometimes I would get a long wooden dowel like stick and try to poke him where his bladder is. If I couldn't find the bladder, I'd just whack his nuts. Then after he pissed all over his cage, the low life had to lick it up like a dog. I only kept him in there once until he had to shit. It stunk so bad, I couldn't even stay in there to fuck with him. I don't know about you, but I don't think there's anything at all entertaining about smelling shit. So I had him clean it up and didn't do it again.
Next is my dad sucking my cock. UGH. There's no way that I would have even wanted my dad sucking my cock, even if he was an asshole. Why would I want some old fart slobbering on my rod? Remember at that time I already had THREE faggots in various stages of training that were servicing me whenever I didn't have a cunt to use. There would absolutely be no reason for me to even try to make my father suck my cock.
I never castrated anyone, or had anybody castrated. And I certainly did NOT have a jar on my bureau of testicles, nor did I have a wallet made from old foreskins of bitch boys that had pissed me off. Why would anyone even want such a wallet anyway, and who the fuck would touch that thing? Certainly not me. Castration is a bloody medical procedure that would be almost impossible to accomplish outside of a medical facility. You wouldn't be able to stop the bleeding and the person would bleed to death. Then what? Dead people don't suck cock very well. Not that I've ever tried it with a dead guy, but my gut feeling is that it wouldn't be too good. So there's no reason to get into that situation.
Now I have to say, that if ANY of you actually believed the stuff I just refuted above, you are dumber than a rock. Go back and read it again, and then ask yourself, "really"?
Now some of the stuff IS true.
The day that I went to Cams room just as he and his roommate were about to sit down and eat breakfast. I DID actually sit in the assholes seat and chow down his breakfast. The look on his faggot face was priceless. He was pissed you could tell, but he didn't have the balls to say anything let alone do anything. I even had him get up from his desk to get me more juice. And as soon as he got seated at the desk again, I deliberately dropped my fork on the ground and told him to get me another one. He looked at me with a stern look and I thought he was going to resist or at least say something, but he just put his head down, got up and walked over and picked up the fork from the floor and got me another one. Cam and I were laughing out loud at the subfagboy. He was so trained to serve alpha males by this point he didn't even think about what he was doing, he just reacted. I wondered why cam hadn't started using his faggot mouth yet, but that's between cam and him.
I WAS making terry work two jobs after school and hand the money over to me. In the beginning it was only one, but as time went on, I needed more and more money. Cunt's really like it when you spend a few bucks on them, so I told terry he needed to find a second job to make me more money. I enjoyed stopping after school with my latest high school senior cheerleader to grab a burger and a milk shake. This cost money and terry was the source. As a reward I often would let him lick the cunt juice off my cock after I plowed their pussy. It was the closest thing to getting laid that he had after all.
I did turn fag giffords ball black and blue once. He just pissed me off enough that I couldn't help myself. It was not slamming it in a drawer however. What kind of mind do you have to have to think of that? I had kicked him in the ball pretty hard and he doubled over in pain. Cam was urging me to punish the fucker even more. I'm not why exactly, maybe gifford had pissed him off or something or maybe cam just wanted to see the dumb fag get abused for his pleasure. Anyway, after I kicked him in his ball, he was laying on the ground in pain. I told him to get back up and stand in front of me so I could kick him again. He didn't move. He just laid there and looked up at me with teary eyes. I gave him another couple of seconds to comply with my demand, but the stupid fuck just didn't move. Well, no faggot is going to disrespect me like that, so I jumped on top of him and started to beat his face with my fists. That got old real quick, as he made no attempt to fight back. I got off him, by this time a blubbering blob of flesh, and stood over him. I put my foot squarely on his one ball and stepped, full weight, onto it, crushing it between my sneaker and the floor. I have never heard a scream as loud. After a few seconds, I removed my foot from his nut. He was in the fetal position on the floor, with his hands covering his tiny dick and one swollen ball. I told him to wipe the tears from his eyes, and as he moved his hand up toward his face, I gave him the hardest kick I could, directly onto that one bruised testicle. I looked at him and told him that if he ever disrespected me again, I'd cut that ball off and force it down his throat. Cam was laughing his ass of throughout the whole ordeal. Fag gifford never again hesitated to respond when I told him to do something.
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It was about this time that I realized that my desire to humiliate and dominate people wasn't just confined to faggots. I was getting more and more dominant with the bitches that I was using as well. Sometimes they would respond to it and other times they would just remove themselves from the situation.
This one freshman at cam's school had this thing for me. She couldn't hide the fact that I turned her on and she wanted my fuck stick in her twat. I had fucked her a couple times, and had her sucking the teen cream directly from the source on several others. It was starting to be a game as to how much I could withhold sex from her and how she would make every attempt to get it. No dinner. No burgers/shakes. No anything, except sex whenever I wanted it, however I wanted it. I even started pulling on her hair to force her head back as I was plugging her from behind. She seemed to get off on the pain and humiliation/
Remember Barry from the previous story? His parents had a cottage and a boat. Her parents had a cottage a few houses away. In fact, that's where I first had met her. Anyway, I told Barry that we were going to go out on his boat that Saturday. He was to get a case of beer, make sure it was ice cold, and have the boat ready when I arrived. I told terry that he was coming along as well. My plan was to cruise out a way into the water, get naked and work on my tan. Of course I would have my two faggots there to make sure that my cock didn't get any sun (if you know what I mean, LOL).
Saturday comes and terry and I head for barry's cottage. We get there and barry is waiting for us in the front yard. I asked him if everything was ready, and he tells me, 'yes sir'. Great I say, lets get on with it. Now barrys boat isn't huge, but it's not tiny either. It's a 25 footer with a decent motor. We enter the boat, and proceed to cruise away from the cottage. We were not going all that fast, just kinda puttering our way along. I looked back and I see this dingy kind of following us, so I tell barry to slow down. We were not out so far that we couldn't see land, but far enough so that you couldn't make out who it was, if you were trying to see someone on shore.
As I continued to look back, I realized that it was Sue, the freshman that I'd been playing with. So I tell barry to slow down even slower. She continues to follow us at about the same distance. Now we are out so far hat you can just barely see land. There are no other boats around that we can see, so I tell barry to cut the engine and we start to just drift. Peaceful and relaxing. No engine noise to disrupt the music coming from the boats stereo system.
She continues to get closer now and I waive to her to come over. She's wearing this two-piece that leaves very little to the imagination. Her tits are practically hanging out, and look scrumptious. She motors over to where we are, and I take her boat line and tie it off to barry boat. I tell her to join us, and hand her a beer. Now at this time we are all still in our bathing suits, just drinking beer, enjoying the music and getting some rays.
I'm torn between humiliating barry and terry in front of her, or humiliating her in front of barry and terry. She doesn't know that both the assholes are faggots and that she shouldn't be humiliated by doing anything in front of them. So I decide that she's the one today that will be the subject of my humiliation.
After our third beer, I say that I need to work on my overall tan and I stand up and drop my suit. I just have to look in the direction of barry and terry and they know instinctively that they are to follow suit. Sue giggles at the tiny pee pee on terry, which he is trying desperately to hide with his hands. A stern look from me, with no words needing to be spoken, makes terry realize that he should remove his hands from in front of himself. I'm having fun watching Sue look between terry and me, and then giggling every time she looks back at terry. Terry's face is beet red. I love it.
Anyway enough of this. I tell Sue to join the party and take off her suit. She starts playing the shy card, like I can't do that in front of everybody, kinda shit. So I reach over and just pull the string of her top and it falls to the floor of the boat. God those are sweet tits. I get a hard on almost immediately. So I tell her, "now look at what you've done. Now you're gonna have to take care of this for me". She's still playing the innocent girl type and says, "no I can't do that here with everybody watching". Not one to be denied, I walk to the back of the boat and untie the dingy. I have the rope in my hand and I say, "you're gonna suck my cock, or you're gonna swim back to shore". She does nothing, calling my bluff. Easy decision for me. I let go of the rope and the dingy starts to float away. She panics now. It only took about ten seconds for her to realize that the dingy was getting farther and farther away. She says, OK. OK, please get the dingy. Bingo!!
So I tell barry to start the boat and retrieve the dingy. In route, I sit myself down on the seat and tell her to kneel in front of me. She hesitates. I tell barry to stop the boat. She knows she's in a no win situation, so she comes over, kneels in front of me and slides my rock hard cock into her warm mouth. Her face is red with humiliation, but she's definitely enjoying sucking on the "thumper".
Barry gets to her dingy and ties it back to his boat. These guys can't take their eyes off of my cock getting serviced. They both have hardon's , and would love to be stroking them, but are afraid that if they do, they will get punished. After about ten minutes of Sue bobbing up and down, I realize that I've got two others here that should be helping her service me. I pull her head off by yanking her hair back and tell her to just wait there. I stand up and move to the center of the boat. I tell her to crawl over and start sucking my cock again. I instruct terry to get behind me and start licking my asshole and barry to crouch down underneath Sue and lick my ball sack as she's milking my shaft with her sweet mouth.
Sue got the first load that day, but in the course of the five hours or so that we were out there, each of them had an opportunity at all three positions. Once Sue realized that terry and barry were just as hungry for my cock as she was, it was far less embarrassing for her. And terry and barry were so used to being humiliated, that this was just another episode in their stupid fucked up lives.
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