The second installment about the summer's new faces. Since Inferior's section got a little long, I saved the other substantial story for a third part, which I'll hopefully get up next week. Happy stroking.
Inferior
When Inferior asked for my payment email at the end of July, I was expecting a measly $10 or $20 based on the way he talked about his pitiful means. He works in ministry (don't confuse this slave with Preacher from an earlier post), so he doesn't get paid very much. When Inferior sent $50, I was already impressed.
This faggot was reading about his inferiority when he stumbled upon my blog. It had been a long time since he tributed an alpha, he claimed, but my writings had rekindled the urge. I asked why he had waited so long.
"Was confused by what I was feeling and doing, Sir. Trying to deny some truth in me I guess. Probably not all that unusual, Sir."
Not unusual at all. A significant portion of the guys reading this post right now are struggling with that denial. It's not always easy to embrace your lowly place beneath alphas, but if you're acquainted with the cycle, you know the desire never dissipates. Regret and denial be damned.
When I chatted with Inferior the next day, he said that tributing "felt wonderful." When I encouraged him to keep the effort up, another $50 arrived in my account. Despite his submission, he said his feelings were "confusing."
"Why confusing?"
"Why am I doing this...why it feels so good when it should be wrong," Inferior answered.
"Why should it be wrong?"
"Everything I have been taught since I was a boy tells me that it should be wrong, sinful," he wrote. "That I cannot be inferior."
Thinking about a past conversation with Preacher, I pointed out that Inferior has an inclination to service and sacrifice--just look at his vocation, which demands hard work and long hours for very little pay. He told me about how hard his tiny dick was in his pants thinking about handing his money over to me, which led to a discussion of how big my dick is.
"I know some people who say that you don't have to have a big cock to be an alpha, but I have to disagree. There's a certain self awareness that being hung gives a man that is needed for alpha strength," Inferior explained. "Never hiding, no shame, no locker room embarrassment, or urinal fear."
All true. I'm never worried when I take my pants off.
"The only positive I can imagine for having a tiny dick clit is that it reminds me how insignificant it is," Inferior continued. "If I ever get too sure of myself I just have to go to the bathroom to be reminded."
With that perfect reminder of his inferiority barely making an impression in his pants, the slave sent another $25.
"Small one this time," I observed, remembering the $50s in the past week. "Did I empty your savings out already?"
"Yes, Sir, it is small, sorry."
"Small like your little clit dick." Haha.
"Yes, Sir. I know you deserve better."
Inferior mentioned his awe reading about some of my huge drains and asked another question: "Is it the amount or the level of sacrifice that speaks to You, Sir?"
When I said level, Inferior dispatched a $100 tribute, a relatively large sum considering how little he earns. Impressed, I offered to show myself for the first time, now that I'd taken $225, but the slave said he didn't think he'd earned it yet. Fine by me.
Between Inferior's pittance of salary and rampant doubt, it took almost four weeks for us to have another conversation. When we finally did catch up, he was waiting to get paid, but that didn't stop him.
"Some tribute sent, Sir."
"Did your dick get hard when you sent that?" I asked.
"Yes, Sir. Not that it would be noticed."
"Haha. Tiny little fag clit."
Inferior asked about seeing me, but I advised that he should wait until he got paid. Showing myself on cam is more fun when a slave has the funds to keep clicking the send button. I ended up having a great day, though, so I invited Inferior to view my cam anyway.
After a few minutes, the slave said some of my favorite words: "Tribute sent, Sir."
"Haha. I thought you needed to get paid."
"It hurts," Inferior admitted, "but you are worth it, Sir."
He was sitting in his office but asked to see my bulge. I could already tell this was going to be painful for him, another solid sacrifice.
"OMG," Inferior typed. "Another 25 sent, Sir."
"You're in for a lot of pain until that next check comes in."
"Yes, I am," he confirmed.
"Trying to get me to take the underwear off?"
"Oh god yes. God my little clit is so hard, Sir."
"And you can't even touch it? Torture." Haha.
"Oh GOD," Inferior wrote.
"I love how easy it is to make you little beta fags drool."
"Another 25, Sir."
I got my dick hard and ending up extracting $175 for the night. So much for waiting until payday. Eventually Inferior said he couldn't watch anymore, and I cut the cam off to end his suffering.
He messaged me the next day: "Wanted to say thank you, Sir. That was amazing. Thanks again, my Lord."
"Did the memories invade your mind all day?" I asked.
"You know, to be totally honest, yes it did! It's Your smile I can't get out of my head, Sir. The sheer masculine joy as you received the tributes."
A few days after the heavy drain, Inferior sent another $25. His last tribute was $50 to compensate me for my expenses after a night out with Fucktoy and one of her friends. After a month and a half, I've taken almost $500. I'm excited to take Inferior even deeper into service. I know he'll soon be efforting to put that smile back on my face.
ServeSD
When I got a contact request from "ServeSD," I assumed SD must refer to San Diego, South Dakota, or something other than "SupremeDrainer." The slave then pasted the message I apparently hadn't received with his add request:
"Hi, Sir. Tribute sent. I have tributed before, a few weeks ago but under a different name. I set up this Skype with you as the only contact so you'll know when I contact you/sign on I'm ready to serve. And hopefully the name will remind me of what I should be focused on--serving you, Sir."
Brilliant. I've had a couple slaves create SupremeDrainer-themed Skype names in the past, but those subs quickly retreated into the cycle and abandoned those identities. And sure enough, $25 was sitting in my account.
"I haven't jerked off or came since we last chatted," ServeSD declared.
Knowing as much as I do about fags, I found that hard to believe. Chastity is almost universally more of a fantasy than a reality, but the sub persisted.
"I couldn't tribute," he explained, "and don't think beta bitches like me should get pleasure unless Alphas give them permission. Not cumming keeps you focused."
The only problem was that I had no idea who this guy was. He shared his old Skype name so that I could refresh my memory. I looked back at the old log.
"Still can't figure out why I'm drawn to his," the slave had written. "Feels pathetic."
"So you're a little pathetic."
"I think I like it," ServeSD admitted.
That's when he sent his first tribute of $30. He asked to jerk off, but I demanded more cash.
"Sent."
"Haha. Yeah, you are a pathetic faggot," I confirmed, $50 of ServeSD's money now sitting in my account.
"Thank you, Sir."
I took another $20, making it $70 for the night, when the slave claimed to be tapped out. I gave him permission to cum, and he did.
ServeSD, under his old identity, had messaged me again a few weeks later, telling me that he started a new job but wouldn't sign in or bother me until he had the cash I deserved. He also promised that he wouldn't touch himself without permission.
He'd lived up to all those assurances, apparently, and a week after that conversation he created his new identity. After extracting another $70, I permitted this pathetic slave to touch himself again. Can you imagine how incredible it felt after a whole month?
"God I have to stop touching myself, Sir," ServeSD typed.
"Haha. Going to cum?"
"Not without permission, Sir."
I told the slave he didn't deserve to cum. He answered by sending more cash.
"You're pathetic."
"Please, Sir," ServeSD begged. "Please, Sir, it hurts. I'll be a good bitch for you, Sir."
I told him that he needed to report back to me soon with more of my cash, and then I told him to stop whining, that he had my permission to cum. It didn't take long at all after that.
"Now get out of my sight until you're ready to serve again," I ordered.
"Thank you, Sir."
I haven't seen the special Skype account signed in again, but when I do see ServeSD online I'll be sure to empty his wallet out. And if he's lucky, I'll permit him to finally bust another nut.