t happened on a hot Friday evening this summer.
I had just returned home from an afternoon at the gym, followed by happy hour with a few buddies (they weren’t at the gym because they have “real” jobs, instead of pillaging you faggots for cash like yours truly- sucks for them, haha).
I arrived home a little buzzed from the flowing happy hour drinks, feeling that innate need in my Dominant soul to crush some fag wallets.
Since I still had a few hours before meeting a different group of friends for a late dinner and a night at the club, I decided to open my NiteFlirt line for the first time in weeks to see what vermin crawled forth.
Within minutes of opening my number, it rang, a brand new faggot was on the line, ready to drain it’s cash to Me.
Enter “takedown”.
takedown immediately began professing how aroused he was from reading my profile – it was clear to him just from my writings that he could tell what I was – a Real Man, his superior, whom he wanted to connect with, desperately.
I started off the conversation telling takedown a little bit about Myself before listing off some of the more degrading and humiliating things I have done to my faggots, including cuckolding, small penis humiliation, forced intox and a story that have yet to post of the abuse a meth faggot suffered at My hands while having its wallet eviscerated by My greedy dick.
As I began going in to great detail about what the meth faggot endured during that session, I began to hear takedown breathing more heavily, his excitement was palpable - even through the phone. I knew I had struck a chord with this inferior being.
Arriving at the end of my story, I paused before asking pointedly… “Are you a meth faggot?"
"Yes sir,” takedown replied sheepishly.
I immediately chuckled, “I had a feeling.”
“Take me down, Sir. Please!” the faggot begged, now firmly in my greedy clutches.
“Fuck yes meth faggot! I’m going to fry your brain and rape your wallet!!” I exclaimed. The thought sending electric waves through my body and to My dick, causing it to slowly rise in my shorts.
By this point we had already been on the phone for nearly 30 mins and I had claimed $60 of his fag dollars, but I was eager to kick things up a notch.
“How do you want the faggot to do it, Sir?” takedown asked excitedly. “How do you want to fuck me up?”
“You’re going to take that faggot candy and shove it up right your ass, just how you faggots like it!” I shouted at my new victim.
“Yes Sir!”
“but I don’t fuck over faggots for free, you sick cunt,” I explained. “every time I command you to shove some more meth up your ass, I’m going to make you tribute another $20”
“Ok Sir!”
“Do it now!” I ordered.
“Yes Sir!”
I heard the faggot moving around before letting it a strange sound which I knew meant the meth was being inserted, causing an immediate high.
“Send the cash now, meth fag!”
“Yes Sir!”
I refreshed my computer screen and saw the $20 waiting for Me. Pleased with the results, I demanded another round. The faggot stuffed itself with meth and drained itself of cash once again.
“Thank Me faggot!” I commanded. “Thank Me for destroying this faggot!”
“Thank you sir!” takedown exclaimed, the rush of the fag candy already affecting the speed of his speech . “Thank you for destroying this faggot!”
This repeated itself a few more times, and I was tugging My dick as the cash continued to roll in to My account.
By now it was getting close to 9pm my time, takedown had been on the phone for more than 90 minutes, resulting in the fag draining more than $300 - $200 on the phone with an additional $100 in tributes, but my social plans were quickly approaching
I let the faggot know I had to start getting ready for my night , but I would allow it the honor of remaining on the phone while I got ready so it could continue loosing money to me.
I put the phone on speaker before getting into the shower, and as soon as I began drying off I shouted into the phone for takedown to take another candy bump up his fag anus and tribute to his new King once again.
takedown thanked to me for continuing to pay attention to such a lowly faggot as it continued fucking itself up for My betterment.
As began putting on my shoes at 9:20pm, I let takedown know it was time for Me to go –
yes that’s right, I make enough fag cash that I can actually turn additional cash down in order to have fun living my Alpha life – but not before filling the faggot up once last time and beating another $20 from his fried wallet.
“Thank You, Sir! Please have fun with all this meth fags cash tonight!” takedown said before I hung up.
“Oh you better believe I will, you sick meth faggot!” I said, disconnecting the call.
Texting my friends that I was going to be a bit late, I refreshed my Niteflirt screen on my iPhone to see the results of my destruction
A $254.72 phone call plus $140 in meth tributes coming to a grand total of $394.72!!!
Of course, Niteflirt takes its 30% , but all in all not a bad way to make a few hundred bucks while getting ready to go out, I thought to myself.
It was a good way to get pumped up and for My Friday night out… The poor girl who ended up taking my dick that night definitely appreciated the added aggression.