After recounting Number One’s impressive December performance a couple weeks ago, I decided I would highlight some smaller slaves in this post to close the book on that record month. The fact that I have smaller slaves is perpetually misunderstood. Even after addressing the topic in my Frequently Asked Questions post, I still get messages from guys doubting that I could possibly be interested in them, given that they can’t afford to drop hundreds or thousands in one go. That’s not true. I’m not opposed to picking up $25 here and $50 there—I actually do it all the time, even if you rarely see those small contributions mentioned. As examples, I’ll introduce a few new characters who have done small drains, but first let’s get a couple regulars out of the way.
HopelesslyOwned
In an ordinary month HO would count as one of the small slaves. When he was still making payments on the $3,000 Apple haul, his monthly tribute was less than $200; now that he’s sending me $125 from each paycheck, it’s about $250 a month. On special occasions, though, HO realizes that his ordinary performance won’t suffice, that I deserve and must receive better. A big gift necessitates months of careful scrimping and the tweaking of a spreadsheet to ensure that everything else will work out, but he doesn’t mind making that effort. No, instead HO feels an incomparable pleasure as he works to maximize his payments to me, his little fag clit totally engorged as he calculates and consummates the sacrifice.
I’ll let you read HO’s own words about his Christmas sacrifice, since he described it and the sensations it inspired decently well: "I have sent Your gift just now. As I looked at my budget, and how tight things are, I could not help but increase Your gift to the very limit. You are getting all of the ‘extra’ money from the 3rd payday next month. $1000 plus Your budgeted tribute of $125. Yours is the only gift that both hurts and makes me hard and trembling with anxiety - I realize it is but pocket change to You, and You would justly be angry with me, but it is double what I originally had in mind. It took great effort on my part, increasing it again and again in my calculations - and yet, effortless on Your part. I never thought giving any kind of gift would ever make me hard but You are beyond my one-dimensional imagination."
I presumed HO would send $500, so $1000 was double what I had in mind too—impressive, a true sacrifice given the sordid realities of his financial situation.
Also impressive is that HO hasn’t missed a payment since he began his regular $125 paycheck contributions, though we had one close call. A few weeks ago I received a frantic email begging to make the payment a few days late; HO had neglected to set aside his property tax and insurance money—perhaps partially owing to that $1,125 Christmas gift—and pleaded for mercy. The cash was in my account before I even had an opportunity to respond, the risk of disappointing me inspiring some solution to HO’s quandary. He'll keep it up.
Maxed Out
This cash faggot has been trying to stay away from me lately (yes, again). He’s back to regularly adding me on Skype, messaging me when he’s horny, and then deleting me after he’s lost his load, knowing all too well how dangerous temptation can be. Given that I rape him much harder than the other men he’s been serving, I can understand that, though the cheap and easy fix surely isn’t the same. Am I right, Maxed Out? I’m sure you’re reading this.
I took $475 a few days before Christmas and got deleted again (the screenshot is that rape). But Maxed Out couldn't resist the Christmas rape--he needed it, and he was so eager he immediately sent $500, vastly more than he had ever previously tributed in one go. Don’t get too excited about that, though. He was traveling and the internet connection on his side was horribly shitty, the Skype call repeatedly dropping. Not seeing me and hearing my voice made it incredibly easy to feel those pesky tinges of regret, which boiled up as soon as we gave up on Skype.
You'll recall that I don’t ordinarily tolerate regret, but since it was Christmas day and I was already sitting on a record month, I decided I would be unusually merciful. I sent Maxed Out $400 of his $500 back, keeping just $100, knowing that I’d take the rest sooner or later anyway.
Amusingly enough, Maxed Out expressed his desire to become a master himself as we chatted. I’ve witnessed many similar attempts at versatility, though I’ve never seen one actually succeed. The scene is already crowded, making it difficult for any upstart to find a place, and every cash fag master I’ve known invariably drops all the money they earned dominating other slaves back into the hands of a true alpha. Ultimately, you can’t really expect to change who you are and what you need. I already know Maxed Out has been losing his cash in 2015. There is no quitting.
Future Zero
I met this slave shortly after I posted Zero's Regret. As a college student, he empathized with the terror Zero felt after realizing he'd gone farther than intended. Most students never have enough money in the first place; maintaining a cash rape habit can be exceedingly difficult when you have little income and plenty of other bills to pay. Nonetheless, Future Zero admitted in the same breath that "going too far" was intensely stimulating at the same time, that it was easy to stop thinking with his hand on his dick as he sniffed poppers and fantasized about giving up everything he had.
We chatted a few times after that initial conversation, though it never progressed to a cash rape until several weeks later, when Future Zero hit me up after bar hopping. Buzzed and with poppers in hand, he re-read Zero's Regret and fantasized about being in his place.
"My cock wants me to be Zero," the slave confessed.
"What do you have for me tonight?"
"Fag cash."
"Yeah, how much fag cash?"
"Fuck...25, Sir," Future Zero volunteered, his heart surely already racing.
"That's an Ok start."
"Start? Fuck."
He finally surrendered by starting Teamviewer, the blog post about Zero and one of my pics displayed on his screen. Future Zero logged into Paypal and I sent myself an initial $25, starting my cam and putting my face to the powerful words for the first time. Then the call dropped and Future Zero disappeared. He would later claim that his power went out that night, and if true what terrible timing.
Future Zero was back again two weeks later. I worked his Paypal open by talking about HO's $1,125 Christmas tribute, adding $60 to my cash haul before he busted his load. "I need to hit 1k like HO," Future Zero admitted as I was taking the cash. "Please let me cum, Sir. I feel so pathetic. I need to pay. I need to be Zero one day."
I took another $90 in a January session and then $45 a few days ago. Future Zero has a long way to go before he meets his ambition, but at least he already knows that he's a cash cunt, that he shares that same inevitable destiny.
Credit Card
I'll name this small slave Credit Card after the object that facilitated indulging his temptation. I was writing another blog post the first time Credit Card spoke up. He had never served me before but offered $50 to watch me work on the post as I ignored him. Easy enough. After watching for awhile, I demanded another $50, which he quickly dispatched. That's when he offered a revelation about the source of the funds:
"There's something I shouldn't tell you, Sir."
"Which is?"
"Shit. I got a new credit card today."
"Is that where the $100 came from?"
"Yes, Sir. You've put me in debt."
I smiled at that. A virgin credit card! He confided that it had been years since he had one, describing the pile of debt he accrued in his early 20s serving men in real time. Now boasting a house and savings, Credit Card could easily afford more damage, and I would have charged more than $100 that night if Fucktoy hadn't come over shortly after I finished the post.
Of course, there would be other opportunities. After posting December Cash Drainings, I heard from Credit Card again. He sent an initial $25 and suggested that we play a game with some element of randomness to it. I grabbed a stack of my receipts, amounts ranging from $8 to $80, and picked a few from the pile, holding them up to the cam for Credit Card to see. He paid the amounts off in full. Since I put all of my expenses on credit cards (to get the rewards), Credit Card was basically running his plastic up in order to pay my plastic off. Beautiful.
If the receipt game interests you, I’ve been saving those little scraps of paper ever since, stuffing them into a folder. I can randomly draw a few, with the amounts ranging from ~$20 to ~$100. I took the really low ones out of the pile so that you can't get too lucky, but whatever the amount I'll always win the game.
Polish Cash Slut
Let’s quickly jump to February since this slave messaged me as I was working on this post. I first used the Polish Cash Slut a week ago, taking a quick $50 on Teamviewer. He shot his load immediately after the cash left his account. Haha.
The cash slut has been hungry for more, of course, messaging me several times while I was offline begging for another withdrawal. Today he got lucky. This time I turned my cam on after connecting on Teamviewer. The cash slut’s first word upon seeing me: “Wow.” His second words: “I live for you.” Seeing me in control was hot; seeing me grin as I typed an amount into his browser must have been infinitely better. The cash slut immediately lost his load again, thanking me for taking more of his money.
$100 in a single week with several other missed opportunities. The Polish Cash Slut might not be a small slave for long...