He Hollered But Camron Didn't Pay A true story by Master Jonah Nifty, Gay, Authoritarian Chapter 9
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Well I took two months off and you fags went crazy. Just to set the record straight, I am NOT writing this for your pleasure. Although I realize how much pleasure you faggots get by reading it. It is written solely to require lowly subfagboys like yourselves to make pay pal contributions to my account. Gunn012345@aol.com in case you forgot. And while you're thinking about it right now, stop reading and send in your fag tax. DO IT NOW before your tiny little fag brain forgets.
Anyway like I said I took a couple of months off from writing the story. There are several loyal faggots that have continued to submit their fag taxes, but some of you have slipped up. You know who you are. All is forgiven to those that make a fag tax payment today. Remember without fagtax's, there IS NO STORY.
Terry and Brian have both continued to suck my cock. They are both starting to get real clingy, as in always trying to get close to me and almost begging to have mew use them. I guess it's not their fault. I think they are addicted to Thumper. That's the cute nickname that Brian came up with for my monster cock. Funny I guess that you fags have cute little nicknames for cocks. Anyway, since I last wrote about Barry sucking my cock, he's been very scarce. Not that I give a fuck one way or the other, since I have terry and brian to suck my cock whenever Carol isn't around. Oh ya, I have a new squeeze. Carol. Not nearly as slutty as I'm used to, but shes coming along. It took like forever for her to put out for me (three dates to be exact. Not used to waiting that long). She is a great fuck, but cant suck cock worth a damn.
I've got brian working two part time jobs and giving me the money so I can take Carol out, spend money on her and get laid. I'm gonna find a way to humiliate her at some point, just because its so much fun to do so, but right now, she is such a good fuck. I've had her in several positions?.well I guess you fags aren't really interested in that. You want some shit on my current and newest fag boys.
Last week my parents and I took brian to summer camp. The trip took about 2 hours. The fag and I were sitting in the back seat, while the 'rents were up front. He had stuff in the rear hatchback and a backpack that he kept in the back seat with us. To intimidate him some I told him to put the backpack on his lap and take out his cock. He was shocked, but knew that he had to comply. He slowing unzipped his pants and took out his little pee pee. I whispered for him to get it hard and to start stroking it. The expression on his face was priceless. Its what I live for. Anyway to get to the point, I made him jerk off and cum into his hand and then eat his jizz. Right there in the back seat of the car with both of our parents sitting up front. I figured if he ever got caught, I would claim ignorance. Too funny.
We arrived at his summer camp, along with several other campers and their parents. After we parked and got his stuff out of the car, we were greeted by a camp counselor named Kyle. He was about 23/24 years old, and was in pretty good shape. He wore one of the camp staff shirts and a pair of cut off's, with expensive sneakers. He looked like a pretty boy that came from a family with money. I pegged him for a fag right off the bat. He kept his stare at me for just a little too long. You know the type. Well most of you faggots ARE the type. You see a good lookin guy and you stare right at him and start to drool. That's what Kyle did. Kyle. What kinda name is that. Aren't you almost pre-determining that your son is going to be a fag when you name him Kyle?
Anyway, Kyle approached us and greeted my parents first. Then shook hands with brian, and finally with me. When he shook my hand I held into his hand just a tad longer than necessary, and also squeezed harder than required, so he got the message that I knew he was a fag, and that I was superior to him. I could tell by the look in his eye that he understood immediately.
My mind started to work immediately as to how I was going to separate this fag from the rest of the camp and use his pretty mouth to service Thumper. As he started to show us around, I could tell that he was sweating more than usual and that he must have figured out that he was going to be swallowing some cum soon. I caught him looking at me several times and would just smirk back at him. Once I even broke out into a full laugh, and my parents asked what was so funny. I told them I had just thought of something, but kyle and I both knew that what was funny was that he was going to get used by me before I went home.
As we arrived at the cabin where brian was going to stay, kyle walked us in, and showed brian where his bunk would be. It seems as if kyle was one of brians counselors and he would be staying in a separate room at the end of the dorm where the campers slept. If my parents wern't there I would have taken them both to his room and face fucked pretty boy kyle right there in front of brian. But they were there. My mom asked about the mess hall (where they serve the meals), and kyle indicated that it was kinda in the center of the entire camp. He asked if they wanted to see it, and my mom said yes.
Here was my opportunity. I asked kyle where the riflery range was, knowing that it must be secluded, and out of the way. He indicated that it was in the exact opposite direction. So I said, "mom, I'd really like to see the range. Why don't you and dad take brian down to the mess hall and grab a bite to eat. Then kyle and I can join you in a few minutes." Again, its times like this that I live for. You shouldda seen the look on kyles face when he realized that he was gonna take me to the rifle range, and it just gonna be him and me. Right on cue, my mom said, ya, that's a good idea. We'll see you guys in a few minutes.
Off they went headed to the mess hall. I debated whether to use kyle right there in his room or to have him take me to the range. I decided that it would be more embarrassing and more humiliating to use him in his own room. Just knowing that others could walk in on us would make him uncomfortable to say the least. So as soon as my parents and slaveboy brother were headed toward the mess hall, I looked at him and said, "show me your room". He couldn't even look me in the eye now, because the fag knew what was coming. He started walking toward the back of the cabin, and opened the door to his room. It was actually a room for two, because he and the other counselor for the kids in that cabin both slept there. Even better I thought. Now not only did he have to worry about other campers showing up, but also that the other counselor might arrive.
We walked into the room and he pretended to show me the room. I just stood there looking at him. He was scared. He made an attempt to leave but I was standing in the way and did not move. He stopped and just looked at me. His gaze was one of terror and fright. I simply said to him, take my cock out. He didn't move. Frozen, not knowing what to do. It seemed like a minute but it probably was about 20 seconds, when he said, "I can't do that here. Its way too dangerous and if I get caught, I would loose my job" So I said, no problem. Let me do it for you fag. I unzipped and pulled out my 10 inches of prime tube steak. Well, it wasn't yet ten inches. I'm only about 6.5 soft, but still impressive. At least the faggot thought so. He couldn't take his eyes off it. He said, "lets go to the range. Its safer there."
I didn't say a word. Just stood there with my cock hanging out of my shorts. He started to figgit from foot to foot. He was nervous beyond belief. After a minute or so, I reached out and put my hand on his shoulder. That got him to stop looking at Thumper and make eye contact with me again. His eyes said, please don't make me do this' but his mouth was open and I could see the siliva forming in his mouth. I applied some downward pressure on his shoulder and he fell to his knees. He looked up at me and said, please shut the door. I said fuck you faggot. You better just get me off quick before somebody gets here.
He stood up and said I cant do this. I don't want to get caught. Please lets just go to the range. I said, ok cuntface, suit yourself. If you don't want to swing on this meat, its your loss. So I started to put my cock back into my shorts. It only took him a coupe of seconds to drop back to his knees. He said, no I want to suck it but please can we just shut the door. I said, hell no we cant shut the door. I don't really think you want to suck it anyway, and I kept putting my cock back in my pants. It was hard to stuff it back in now, as Thumper had come to the realization that he was gonna get a blow job and was standing at full 10 inch attention. Ok, Ok he said. I'll suck it.
I said, I don't think you want it bad enough. Tell me again. He said I want to suck your cock. I said that's not all that convincing. He said, please can I just suck it? I said, fuck you asshole. You call me master and ask again. He said, please Master, can I suck your cock. I slapped his face several times with my hard cock, smearing precum all over that pretty face. He kept trying to get my cock in his mouth. Finally I pushed about 5 inches in and hit the back of his throat. I just held his head there and let him get used to the invasion. Tears were starting to run down his face and he looked up at me with pleading eyes. He instinctively knew what was coming. I held his head in place while my cock pushed its way past his adams apple and deep into his throat. I don't know if he was just inexperienced or hadn't yet sucked a cock as big a Thumper, but he started turning blue, I guess because he forgot to take a deep breath before the invasion.
I pulled out enough for him to gasp for breath, which he did. I knew my parents would be looking for us soon, and not wanting to explain to them where we had been for so long, I started to pump his face in earnest. Holding onto a fist full of his long blonde hair I buried my cock deep into his throat on every stroke. He was chocking and gagging, with tears running down his throat. I was too far gone to give a fuck, even I did care, which I didn't. It took about 5 minutes and with one last push I emptied my golf ball sized balls deep into his throat. I had to pull out just a bit or I think he would have passed out. Just as I was finishing, I heard brian say, "Jonah, whats going on"???
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Master Jonah