With less than two weeks left in the season, I thought I would write a post about some of the new faces that appeared this summer. After covering just two new slaves, it was already getting long, so expect at least a second part.
Faggot Scum
I took this faggot's nickname from the first message he wrote me: "Faggotscum has been reading Master's blogs. Like that Master gets hard raping dumb fuck Faggotscum like it."
That was quickly followed with a second message: "Faggot is getting ready to go to work but would love to make Master's cock hard later today. Cash faggot uses Paypal. What is Master's Paypal email?"
That's always a great start. I was about to walk out the door to get some cardio in, but I sent him the address.
The slave received the message as he was driving to work, pulling over briefly in order to make his initial tribute. When I came home, I found $25 waiting in my account. Not much, no, but a start. I let the faggot know I had received his cash.
"Thank you Superior Alpha Master for emailing faggot," Faggot Scum wrote back. "Faggot is shaking just reading Master's words. Faggot can't wait to get home to worship Master on cam while Alpha Master lets his new cash pig pay up for being such a worthless cash fag."
This slave certainly knew what he wanted. He sent a second $25 payment, adding me on Skype for even easier access. Then he almost immediately dispatched another $25.
"Working that card hard. That's what I like to see, faggot," I greeted.
Faggot Scum said he took orders very well, so I told him to send his fourth tribute. Another $50 for me.
"Fuck yeah, that's a good cash faggot. At work sending master what he deserves."
"Could cash fag see Master's fat cock now?" Faggot Scum asked.
Since he was at work, the request surprised me, but apparently it wasn't an issue. I called the slave on Skype.
Faggot Scum was immediately taken by my face, repeatedly telling me how sexy I was. Then I showed off my cock. He watched for almost 10 minutes before he said he really needed to go and get some work done. Haha.
"Thank you for letting this nothing thing look at Alpha Master's beautiful huge cock," the slave typed.
"Need to wreck that credit card cash pussy with this fat cock," I wrote back.
"Please fuck me, Master."
"Time to open up and take it yet again, faggot."
He sent a screen capture from his phone showing another $50 sent. "Please fuck faggot hard tonight."
"Fuck yeah. I'll wreck that cash pussy, Faggot Scum. Leave nothing left on that card while you're sniffing your poppers touching your little fag clit."
"Oh fuck, yes Master!"
Faggot Scum told me when he would be home, and I left him to get some work done. Obviously he had only one thing on his mind now.
A few hours later, the slave was home and immediately ready to be cash raped harder. Chatting on Skype, I learned that Faggot Scum hadn't even intended to tribute until he was home from work that day. The urge to do it was simply too overwhelming, the slave tributing before and during work. It didn't take long for us to get into it.
Sniffing his poppers, Faggot Scum easily crossed the $50 level. "Fuck my pussy harder, Sir!" he begged.
"Going to tear faggot's cash cunt up. Shove this fat dick deeper inside."
He moved to $100 increments, getting so fucked up on poppers at one point that he accidentally entered $1,000 when I told him to send another tribute. Haha. After a few minutes of sorting out the Paypal lock, Faggot Scum dispatched another $100.
By now the slave was on the verge of cumming, having hit $500 in tributes for the day. Faggot Scum begged me to shoot my load up inside his cash pussy, dispatching a final $150. We both busted quickly after that, an intense moment from the voice chat that's difficult to replicate in this post. $650 for the day.
"Thank you sexy Master for fucking this faggot's pussy hard," Faggot Scum wrote almost an hour later. "Faggot's pussy is wet looking at the total." After just an hour he was already horny thinking about more. Apparently the slave's previous online cash rape record was $255, a number I handily beat. No wonder his clit was hard again.
I chatted with Faggot Scum the next day, taking another $50 off his card. He was relatively quiet and restrained though, later revealing why: "In the last two days, fag has paid out to four masters $1,300. It's a cash fag slut and credit card is too high. Going to take forever to pay on its salary."
$700 for me and $600 between three other guys. Fuck yeah. After Faggot Scum's last comment, I wasn't surprised to see he had deleted me from Skype. We'll see what happens after he makes some progress paying that credit card down. I suspect he'll be craving to have me wreck his cash cunt yet again.
Footrest
"No owner," Footrest said in our initial conversation, when I asked if he'd been serving others. "I've always dreamed about that one guy that I can devote myself fully to." He said he was broke at that moment but promised he'd send $130 at the beginning of the week.
Almost a week after I should have gotten that money, I still had Footrest's Yahoo tab open, and I remembered his unfulfilled promise. I asked where my money was. He immediately sent $50, and within moments he sent another $50.
Since the cash was late and $30 short, I denied Footrest the privilege of seeing me. He would have to earn it back.
"How does someone become your property?" Footrest asked.
"Keep doing what you're doing. Handing over that hard-earned cash."
"Will I ever see you on cam?"
I told the slave it would eventually happen, though he was slow to give me what I wanted. Several weeks passed with no tributes.
"Why did some faggot get to see you on cam when his payments were hours delayed?" Footrest asked, referencing the Amazon gift cards Seeker sent.
"He had to wait until I got them."
"But I never got anything," he complained.
"Yeah, I said next time. So far there hasn't been a next time."
"Doesn't seem like a fair system."
Haha. Picture me cracking a smile at that. "You expect it to be fair?" I asked. "Well, it doesn't matter. Nothing is fair."
After a few days, Footrest apologized for his tone. He sent increments of $10 until his card wouldn't work, tapping out at $50. Now that my demand had been met, I finally called him on Skype.
"Nice to see you, Sir," Footrest greeted.
"At long last. And what do you think?"
"You're fucking beautiful."
"Looking at me, I suspect you have a lot of regrets." A minute passed. "Can't even talk apparently."
"I'm speechless. Sorry."
After emptying his cock in record time, Footrest disappeared for a month. After seeing me, he surely realized how easily I could take everything he earned, and like many terrified fags, he ran away.
But the desire inevitably began to bubble up. Footrest wrote me a simple message after a few weeks of silence: "Just wanted to say that I miss you and I think about you almost every day."
Less than a week later, we were having a substantive conversation. I mentioned that I was horny as fuck and jacking off, and that turned out to be the perfect lure. Footrest sent $90--everything he had left on his card--and I started a Skype call for the second time.
"This must be what heaven is like," he commented immediately about the view. "Your dick is so big, Sir." He sent an image. "I want you to see how broke I am. You'll probably laugh."
Yeah, I did. Not even a dollar left to his name! I worked my cock while we chatted, saving my load for Fucktoy later, but Footrest didn't take long to shoot. His wallet and dick were both empty now.
"Thank you, Sir. This was the best day of my life."
Footrest evidently savored it for weeks, staying relatively quiet. Most recently, he bought a pair of flip flops from my wish list, writing "Love you" in the gift note. That says everything, doesn't it? He sent $10 (all he had left on his card for the week) to see me try them on.
This faggot has been chatting with me lately, having just discovered all of the extra pics I've posted on Tumblr. Footrest called them "good desktop background material," revealing exactly where his mind is. The next tribute probably isn't very far away.