THE FAG CONTEST -- part IV
Category : gay/authoritarian
Author : Albator -- albator2122@proton.me
Please give to nifty, using the link : https//donate.nifty.org/ ...And so ... The show could go on ! And your fantasies will flourish ! And the planet will be saved if you relieve your frustrations by fantasizing rather than spending money in unneeded consumer goods !
Part IV : whory-timy show
The release break took me by surprise. whory-timy was on top just after fag joe's performance. Now he's going to colapse. He looks dejected and not at all in the spirit of a winner. What do I have to do to get him going again? I've decided to give him some shining-slutty hot cream. It's a risky move, as I'm going over the prescribed dose. The risk is that the advanced state of slutiness into which he is immersed by the ongent, will become permanent. Some alphas don't like their sex-houseboy wife to be in this permanent state, as it makes her much less efficient at household chores. But the regime's highest dignitaries, who enjoy the privilege of having one or more houseboys in addition to an official sex-houseboy-wife, are very fond of fags in a permanent state of horniness, who have the reputation of being even more docile and malleable, and who can be put through anything without risk of being penalized for violating the code of ethics of sex-houseboy-wife sexual domination. Since a dignitary lost his harem privileges (he had ten houseboys) for fisting his sex-houseboy-wife when it was not in his natural tendencies, fags in a permanent state of heat and ready to do anything to satisfy their alpha have become highly prized. But the risk would be that the ultra bitchy side would be coupled with a worsening of the specimen's debility. In the case of the contest, minimal cognitive skills were required to follow the script we had rehearsed hundreds of times. But also to perform well in the second part of the contest, the interview. The Alphas also like to have a not-too-dumb houseboy to spend time with and chat with from time to time. Dummies are only prized by the elite, whose privileges allow them to have a variety of cuties, often including a favorite who's smarter than the rest, with whom they can share pleasant moments. If whory timy, as a side-effect of his overdose, accentuated his debility to the point of being unable to answer questions, he'd be eliminated immediately! At worst, he wouldn't find an Alpha to marry. But given his profile, I think a member of the elite would take him in his harem, whatever happens.
For the moment, my strategy seems to be working. whory-timy is ultra horny again and squirms in all directions, contracting his anus on his plug; I have to slam his hand down repeatedly to stop him stroking his cock. The little whore would love to cum! But his boner, stretching the thong's pouch to the limit, will look great on stage!
It's the moment I've been waiting for so long... I hook the leash onto my half-brother's collar. And I rush onto the stage, pulling the fag behind me in accordance with the regulation parade. We slowly make two trips back and forth in front of the jury. I hear the bitch whimper. Then I stop in the middle of the stage to introduce him to the jury member. The animal has a hard-on! He's very docile; he respects what's been agreed, looks at each member of the jury with his mouth open, then immediately lowers his eyes; he has the eyes of a submissive puppy, almost on the verge of tears (ultra hot), and on top of that, he runs his tongue over his lips, letting out the high-pitched cries of a sissy in heat. It wasn't planned ... but I can see it working like a charm on the jury. Then he rotates on himself to show his ass, arches his back outrageously, leaning forward while turning his head to look at the jury, he continues to moan. He contracts his anus and manages to give his anal jewelry a back-and-forth motion! that wasn't planned either! it's the effect of an overdose of shining-slutty hot cream! The electrodes measuring the jury members' arousal levels are switched on. I pull on the leash of my little whore of a half-brother. He seems to get the message and doubles his bitchiness. He wiggles his anal jewelry and ass slowly; then turns around, putting two fingers in his mouth. His thong pouch is ultra stretched.
The giant screen displays a countdown: 10, 9, 8 ... whory timy moans even louder, opening his mouth wide. ... 7, 6 5, 4 ... whory timy strokes his cock, squirming; he lets out a high-pitched scream ... he has cum ... I think the jury saw it ... 3, 2, 1: 92 / 100! Three members of the jury, including Albator himself, reached 100, meaning they came without touching themselves! Never seen in the history of the Contest since the promulgation of the Constitution of the United Earth! It's a new record. The crowd goes wild. I take off whory timy's leash, as required by the rules, because from now on he'll be alone for his interview, and his trainer is no longer allowed to interfere. The bitch falls on all fours, chest up and head high, ass ultra arched. I use the leash to whip his ass, and he whimpers even louder as he wiggles his ass. Cheers and applause rain down. The sex providers rush under the table to remove the electrodes from the cocks, clean the cummed rods and purge the others. They then slip jokes and footshorts on the Macho-Apollons, who become presentable again. Albator climbs onto the stage and receives a loud ovation. He shakes my hand and gives me a hug, congratulating me warmly on my training. Then he strokes whory-timy's head, who rushes over to the team captain's sneakers to lick them like a good dog, stretching out his ass. Albator slaps her ass. What a showman Albator is! He spits in his face, before spreading the spit over his face with his hand without releasing his hair, in accordance with the Alphas' tradition of seducing a flower-boy they like. I think it's a way of publicly letting the Matrimonial Commission know that he'd be happy to assign this little whore as his houseboy wife, even though he'll soon be reaching marriageable age, like his sporting retirement, in 6 months' time. Clever, that Albator! With his exceptional palmarès that made the glory of Ecopolis 12 (six finals, four world champion titles in a ten-year career, maybe a fifth for his last season). He's the world's biggest star and he knows he could have the top of the top houseboy wife! And probably a harem ... and all at just 28! What a god that Albator is! But I also know that this performance, having achieved a new world record, will also make me a hero and that I could claim an exceptional houseboy wife. Well, well, I'm going to spit in pig-justin's face in front of the cameras the first chance I get. I have a thing for really slutty puppies.