First, it's my birthday tomorrow, an excellent opportunity to justify an exorbitant rape if you're the kind of cash slave who needs that. If you haven't been pulling your weight recently (you know who you are), a special occasion is an ideal time to reconnect. And my birthday is certainly special, isn't it? Aren't you happy I'm here to titillate you and brighten up your life? I won't be around all day, obviously, though it never hurts to try.
This post started getting way too long, so I expect to post a second part next week. You'll have to guess which other familiar characters have been groveling at my feet again...
Gear Victim
I haven't written about Gear Victim for more than a year, but that's not because he disappeared. He reliably messages me at least once a month, yearning for another draining even if he can't afford it. In the slave's last entry I mentioned that he was up to $150 a session. We got that number much, much higher, steadily growing it up to $500 at the peak. Gear Victim couldn't afford to sustain that kind of punishment, as hot as it was, so I usually let him get away with paying $200-300 each time. He was curious about his lifetime number when we talked at the end of March, so I quickly crunched the numbers and found that he'd paid a total of $3,250. Consistency adds up!
"You're so dangerous," Gear Victim said after I revealed that total. "And so good at being dangerous." His hand was probably already on his dick, and within minutes I emptied another $200 from Gear Victim's bank account.
This slave has always seemed to genuinely get off on handing over everything he has, so I've tended to take him at his word when he claims to be broke, thinking back to our $500 sessions. About a week later, I was scrolling through a newsfeed on a slave site and recognized Gear Victim's Paypal name. Some amateur idiot had posted a screenshot without bothering to blank the slave's name out, and that image revealed that Gear Victim had blown $600 shortly after telling me he was broke.
Like I always say, I don't expect slaves to be loyal. You're men, even if you are cash faggots, and I understand what that means. Of course, paying the newcomer because you felt horny isn't the same as lying to me about having money. I was pissed.
I messaged Gear Victim to warn that has Paypal name had been published, though I mainly wanted to announce that I knew about his indiscretion. I was straightforward about that:
"At the same time I'm pointing out how sloppy and amateur this dude who took $600 was."
"Yeah, that was a mistake," Gear Victim told me. "Wasn't bad, but not worth $600 I didn't have."
A couple days later, Gear Victim asked if I was ready to take him down again.
"I don't know," I answered. "You have $600 for me?"
"How much do you want?" Gear Victim asked, presumably hoping I would lower the price.
"Like I said, I'm tempted to match the incompetent, because I fucking deserve it. Also I just want to fuck you."
"Why?"
"Because I can."
"That would be a huge hit to my account," he claimed.
"So? You think I care?"
I told Gear Victim that I deserved to take everything he has, that he works for me and has no choice. "I'm your minion," he acknowledged. One purpose.
I logged into Teamviewer and sent myself the $600 all at once. Fuck yeah!
"$600 all gone. Forever. You're good. Fuck. OMG. Fuck." Haha. Gear Victim lasted a little more than six minutes before his cock exploded, his lifetime total rising above $4,000.
Cruisefag
When I first wrote about Cruisefag I mentioned his penchant for running away. It's a common affliction for those embroiled in the Cycle, a hopeless fight that slaves are destined to lose.
Ask Cruisefag. He just lost. After a few false starts (adding me and deleting me on Skype with a word or two), I eventually got what I deserved.
"Damn those feet," he complained, surely looking at my pics.
"Haha. Tempting you again?"
"Often and a lot," Cruisefag admitted.
"Not surprised." I'm pretty tempting, right?
"It's not just the feet. It's also your willingness and your joy from taking the cash as you want."
"You've been putting it off way too long," I admonished.
"I know, SIR. Not proud of that, SIR."
Then Cruisefag told me Teamviewer was up, the password I mentioned in his last blog entry still valid. I logged in and took an easy $100 while he watched my feet on cam.
"Ready for more?" I asked.
"Not yet. No more today though please. I need to go back to work."
"I'm pretty damn distracting."
I cut Skype off and assumed Cruisefag would get to work (it was morning), but he was still talking. I tried Teamviewer again and saw it was still on. It felt too good to give in, and already he craved to do it again.
"You want me to turn it off?" Cruisefag asked.
"Unless you're getting fucked some more."
I turned my cam back on, helping myself to another $100. The slave said he needed to pause again, and this time he stuck to it. I connected to Teamviewer a third time, but Cruisefag cut me off before I could take the cash, presumably because he busted his nut.
"Not going to lie, I want to. But I cannot. Well, I think I cannot." Haha. Cruisefag hasn't changed at all. How incredible would it feel if he let loose and embraced his desires instead of continually denying himself?
The slave deleted me on Skype again, though that's obviously meaningless. Cruisefag won't ever stop thinking about me. He'll never forget my name, and that means he'll never disappear forever.
Sluttyjockfag
I met this ATM a few weeks after my birthday last May, and for an inexperienced slave its performance was impressive. Sluttyjockfag dispensed $700 in his first month, then $1,000 in his second (just counting the cash--there was some Amazon stuff too). I took a month off to focus on school, but when I returned the ATM emptied close to $2,000 into my account. Great times for both of us!
Sluttyjockfag has continued to sporadically visit. Unfortunately, he's now a quick and easy cummer, having apparently forgotten all of the training I instilled. The ATM busted its load after losing just $100 the last two times I saw it. Pitiful! Pennies compared to the kind of money he was dropping last summer.
Alas, credit limits run out. Maybe Sluttyjockfag is still making payments on the $5,000+ he spent in 2014. He'll never forget that high, though. The memories of those marathon sessions likely spur him to come back. When I log into Teamviewer and move the cursor to the send button, it's a tiny taste of last summer, when I would press it over and over again, steadily increasing the amounts. Nothing is more fulfilling for an eager ATM.
That's the natural order. I take everything I want and leave some faggot with the bill. It's great to have a purpose, isn't it? Even better to be me.