The Fag Contest

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.