I last heard from Cashfag84 on Christmas Eve, approximately a week after his $1,000+ drain.
"Just saw you received your gifts…lots of boxes,” he wrote with a smile emoji.
“Yeah, tons of those,” I answered. “Just as it should be.”
“Definitely!” the faggot agreed. “Should have been more though.”
“Tough when you’re maxed out.”
“True, but definitely worth it and won’t be the last time this fag will max out its credit card for you,” he assured me.
I haven’t provided my cash slaves many opportunities to serve in 2017, a reality Cashfag84 referenced yesterday.
“Glad to read that you are enjoying life, SIR,” he started while I was offline. “But I gotta say I do miss serving PERFECTION!!!”
Who wouldn’t?
“I’m sure you’ve noticed I’ve been back at it, so I can definitely make that happen soon,” I wrote back after waking up this morning.
A few hours later, the faggot had dispatched a $50 Amazon gift card and was asking how he could use the payment system. I knew then it was going to be a profitable day.
“Great!” Cashfag84 said about the link. “I will check it out after work!”
After work? Haha. That caught my attention. “Love that you’re earning my money as you send it.”
He was so captivated by the miniscule attention I showed him that he needed to send a tribute in order to concentrate on anything else. That’s a dedicated faggot.
“That’s what fags are supposed to do. And exactly right, earning YOUR money!”
Half an hour later he sent his first ever cash tribute.
“Fags work, I take,” I declared.
“That’s how it should be!” Cashfag84 affirmed. “You are a straight, superior, hot alpha…so why not take what is yours from us fags!? I can’t even properly focus at work now. You have a crazy pull on this fag. All I can think of is how I need to please you.”
“Because you do need to please me. Most important thing. That’s why fags exist, to make alphas happy.”
“So right, Sir!” he agreed. “I live to please You!”
“I can’t wait to see more proof,” I hinted.
Of course, Cashfag84 isn’t the kind of guy who requires hints. He revealed that he’d purchased three items from my Amazon wish list and sent three cash tributes in the time we were talking.
“Just knowing that you are online, somewhere near your PC, makes it hard for me to control myself,” the faggot wrote. “You deserve it all, Sir! Alpha God!”
I was making lunch, not even paying attention, while Cashfag84 obsessed over the fact that I was signed into Skype.
“An alpha likes to see his balance growing higher and higher,” I commented when I came back to the keyboard and noticed that another tribute had arrived.
“Fuck yeah! Getting me all hard, Sir. Sporting a massive (nearly) 4” boner now.“
”‘Massive,’“ I mocked, laughing to myself. "My dick is almost twice as big.”
“Haha, yes, I know, Sir. Factor in girth and Your dick is way more than twice as big.”
“Fucking tiny. So pathetic. Worthless little fag cock.”
“It definitely is, Sir,” Cashfag84 confirmed.
When I mentioned that I was going to make a post on Twitter, the faggot’s dick started to drip precum.
“Just have to think about me and you’re dripping.”
“Yes, Sir. You are so damn HOT! I remember that beautiful smile, those sexy Alpha feet, your perfect body and big cock.”
All impossible to forget. Even after six months, Cashfag84 still had those tantalizing images lodged in his brain. That’s why cash slaves worship me. That’s why they can’t ever stay away.
The faggot mentioned that he wouldn’t be able to spend much more this month but pointed out that “July is around the corner.”
“Of course,” Cashfag84 added, “I’d rather spend $300 on You than $1 on myself.”
Don’t you love the way he thinks? It gets better. As I prepared to turn my cam on, the faggot announced that he’d downloaded Teamviewer for the first time.
“Never used it,” he wrote. “You will need to guide me, Sir. Would love to watch you while you make payments to yourself.”
Logging in, I typed my first words into his Skype window and started the cam.
“Love the evil smile,” Cashfag84 commented immediately, clearly fixated on the window that finally revealed my perfect form again.
Switching to his browser, I observed that he’d been looking at a picture of my bulge on Tumblr. The tiny-dicked fag is obsessed!
“What’s left for the month?” I inquired, not wanting to press too hard.
“$200 minimum.”
Isn’t it awesome when a cash slave doesn’t even try to impose a hard limit? I started with a $50, still wanting to avoid draining that remainder–however much it actually was–too quickly.
“Fuck yeah!” Cashfag84 typed. “That was hot.”
“Seeing me do it?”
“Yeah. And how much you enjoy taking what’s yours.”
I must have been grinning as I clicked the buttons, my bulge growing larger. How could the faggot not notice? Few sights are so astonishingly erotic and compelling.
This time I went for $100. By now Cashfag84 had likely already lost his load, but he’s not the type to stop when there’s a credit card waiting to be maxed out.
Next I opened my Amazon wish list from his browser and selected the new version of the Nike workout shoes I’d just added. Another $130 spent. If you’re counting, that’s almost $300, but the faggot was obviously going to shoot past his stated minimum.
“I think it should be fine to take another small tribute,” he said, still hungry to please. “Around $50 should be fine.”
Not wasting any time, I returned to the credit card form and selected $50, pressing the button.
“Drained,” I wrote simply.
“FUCK YEAH! Thank You!” the maxed out faggot applauded.
“So good to have me back spending your money, right fag?”
“Yeah, it definitely is, Sir! I’ll sleep well tonight.”
“Thinking about July,” I teased, already imagining an even larger haul.
With that, Cashfag84 signed off to get some sleep; he had to be up for work in just four hours, though he certainly had zero complaints about missing out on a little slumber if it meant spending the time watching me.
How high can we climb in July? Break that old December record, maybe? The mere prospect surely has Cashfag84’s little cock rock hard.