Stoner
This faggot is only capable of letting go and opening Teamviewer when he’s high as fuck, but don’t imagine that he’s a loser: Stoner is about to embark on a PhD in a lucrative field. I’m pretty sure I’ve never written about him, given that he’s typically only lost $20 at a time since he appeared in December. That’s usually not very interesting to read about, though the 20s added up to $460 altogether–almost $100 a month, which isn’t bad for a small slave who has no real income.
Cash faggots inevitably crave to push their limits. In June, I took $30 from Stoner for the first time; with one exception, he’s lost more than $20 with every subsequent withdrawal, a total of $180 last month. I love seeing that kind of progress.
Stoner was interested in the black screen but has a Mac; after reading Unattended, he was intrigued by Blind Fag’s example.
“So if I decide to do the black screen, all I need to do is grab the Skype phone app, give you the credentials, and leave the room?”
“Yeah, faggot,” I answered. “If you can handle that.”
“You take what you want and then you just hit me up that you took some? And then I reply with more or done even without knowing what the first payment was?”
“Sounds hot, doesn’t it?”
“It sounds dangerous,” Stoner countered, even though he was certainly aroused.
A couple days later, the faggot was back and ready to indulge.
“I think I finally smoked enough for it,” he wrote.
As Stoner downloaded the Skype app, he set an upper limit and clarified what was going to happen. The faggot revealed that he’d read the posts about Bryn and Blind Fag several times over.
After leaving the room, Stoner sent the Teamviewer password. I started with $30.
“Cash sent,” I announced.
“Heart beating,” Stoner wrote back.
As I pressed for more, the faggot rushed back to the room and closed Teamviewer.
“Oh god,” he typed. “My heart is pounding. Like I could hear the beating in my ears from the veins pulsing.”
Stoner divulged the reason for rushing back too: he’d cum ridiculously hard in that intense moment.
Within two hours the faggot was asking to do it again. I didn’t even have a chance to enter the Teamviewer password before he lost another load.
Obviously we need to practice. Smoke up, Stoner, and let’s do it again.
Switch
This sub drains slaves too, but I’ve never had any issues with him. When he’s in the mood to switch roles, he starts reading my posts and gets turned on. I mentioned Switch a couple months ago, after a batch of his Amazon purchases arrived. At that point, he’d spent about $500 in three months, a decent amount for a sub who doesn’t have tons of money. I’d accumulated an additional $200 in small tributes since.
Switch loves the idea of buying boxers that will touch my massive dick, so I recently let him know that I’d added a few pairs to my wish list.
“Fuck! Nice! That just gave me a boner,” he replied, instantly horned up.
Switch tried to buy the boxers, but Amazon didn’t want to take his credit card for some inexplicable reason.
“Can I send Paypal instead, Sir?” he asked.
I agreed, taking ten minutes to drain another cash slave while I waited. When I reported that I was back, Switch said he’d just sent more; I noticed his first payment tucked between the others. I was already laying around completely naked and still horny, so I called Switch, knowing that the view would make him want to tribute even more.
As he admired my huge balls and my smile, Switch sent another payment, making his total so far $110.
“Wow, it’s huge,” the sub wrote about my cock. “Real pussy stretcher. And wallet fucker.”
“Wallet breaker,” I corrected.
“Yes, Sir!”
“Doing good work on yours now,” I typed as I stroked.
“Mmm, it’s yours to pound,” Switch hinted.
I told him to send another payment, which he did immediately.
“Loving your face!” Switch said as my famous grin appeared.
I took another payment and warned that I had to leave for dinner soon, suggesting that the sub send one more time and cum. How could he refuse? A few minutes later, after more money was dispatched, Switch lost his load, $200 now stacked in my account. That made it the best session we’ve ever had.
Switch was still eager to buy those boxers, even after losing $200 a week earlier. His card still isn’t working on Amazon’s site, so I suggested he send the cash. I placed the order this afternoon, leading Switch to imagine sniffing a dirty pair. I’m sure I’ll be hitting his account hard again as soon as those new boxers arrive.
Gear Victim
I’ve been draining Gear Victim for more than two years now, converting thousands of his hard-earned dollars to their proper place in my bank account. It’s been more than two months since we successfully connected, owing to divergent sleep schedules and the move.
“Hopefully we’ll do something in the not-too-distant future,” Gear Victim wrote the day after I moved into the new place, when my stuff was still all boxed up.
“We will,” I assured him.
He’s been trying ever since, typically contacting me after I’d fallen asleep. About a week ago, it almost sounded like he thought I’d let him go: “Let me know if you are still up for ruining me sometime.”
We played tag for a few more days; Gear Victim would message me when I wasn’t around and then I’d message him when he wasn’t. It can be frustrating when that happens, but it’s always worth the wait. On Sunday, we finally had our chance to make it work.
“What do you have for me to take tonight?” I asked.
“$150,” Gear Victim volunteered.
“Damn, all this time and that’s it?” I pushed him up to $200, guaranteeing that he wouldn’t regret it.
Gear Victim asked about what I’d been up to in order to set the mood. I told him how much I’d taken up to that point in June.
“Wow,” he wrote.
“You’re next.”
Minutes later, I claimed another $200 of Gear Victim’s cash with Teamviewer. Laughing and smiling, I confirmed that he hadn’t escaped me and promised that he never will. Our sessions only end when there’s nothing left in his bank account for me to take, and that’s never going to happen. He’ll work for me forever.
“Wow. Holy shit. As dangerous as ever,” he typed.
After ten minutes of hearing about my plans to ruin his bank account, Gear Victim exploded.
“Totally worth the 200,” I wrote after ending the call.
Haha. Of course he agreed.
Striver
When I last mentioned Striver, he’d just discovered the pleasure of seeing me on cam and was enthralled to find out that I was exactly his type. He was back and eager for more draining the very next day, though a strong hit from a fresh bottle of poppers finished him after only 30 Euros.
For the next couple weeks Striver would message me eager to see my big dick, retreating whenever I said I wasn’t horny. I can’t blame him for being obsessed with it. Eventually the cash fag picked a moment when I was already jacking off, and almost immediately he was asking me to spin the wheel again.
“Let’s do it,” I agreed.
“Ok, Sir.”
“Open Teamviewer,” I ordered.
With my hard dick displayed, I started spinning, stroking while I emptied Striver’s account. Of course he was complimenting my cock, but he was also admiring my smile too, especially in the moment when I sent myself money. Yeah, another cash faggot hopelessly captivated by that irresistible grin–no wonder you all can’t stay away. I managed five amounts this time, racking up 150 Euros before Striver said he needed to quit. Fair enough.
My recent posts about Teamviewer’s black screen have been keeping Striver extremely horny. Fresh from reading one of them, he messaged me when I was asleep and sent a dozen messages about wanting to get drained. Unfortunately, Striver has a Mac, which means I can’t use the black screen or disable his keyboard. Intent on making it happen, he researched the issue thoroughly, watching several Youtube tutorials hoping to find a way around the limitation, but all that effort was to no avail. Apparently Teamviewer is working to add the features for a future release, but I have no idea when or if that will actually happen. Cash fags who have Macs can only hope.
For now, Striver will have to be content watching me pick random amounts, unless he wants to leave the room like Blind Fag or Stoner. That’s always a possibility.